Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 15's. Come Apply

Mountains, hills, and tea gardens surround this Cibungah Village. The cool air and the breeze slightly calmed my agitated heart, but still did not reduce the chest pounding that accompanied our steps towards the house of Risma's parents.

Concerns about rejection from the parents of the girl I like, especially about the attitude of his father who demands a lot whenever there is a man who intends to propose his daughter. But it all did not dampen my intention to keep mengedunting it. The steps of the three of us had already reached the front porch of the large family house of Risma, and my heart was pounding even more.

"Assalamualaikum." Greetings from the mouth of Ustaz Arief.

"Waalaikum salam." Mother came to greet with the company of Risma, and .. the innocent girl dressed up, very beautiful. Simple dressings, without bold effective colors. Her face became softer, the sweetest smile she threw at me, and she blushed in shame. It turns out that angels are real.

"Let's go in Ustaz, Umi, Riswan, let's go in, please come in" said Mother, inviting us all, guests to enter immediately.

"Thank you, Tea" replied Umi Hasanah. The three of us went straight in, and were welcome to sit on the pre-prepared carpet.

"I'm sorry, Ustaz. Guests instead have to sit down, please be advised well, there are no chairs," explained Mom, while asking Risma to prepare drinks and dishes for us who just came.

"It's okay, Tea, as you just knew it," replied Umi Hasanah.

"I'm sorry, Sawiyah Tea. Kang Hashim is there?" ustaz Arief asked, asking about the whereabouts of Risma's father.

"Oh, yes, Ustaz, that's Risma's sister, Ela, calling her father."

"There are important things that we want to say, but we should wait for Kang Hashim first" said Ustaz Arief.

Not long after, Risma returned to the living room with a dish of wet pastries, and warm tea. His face lowered, occasionally stealing glances at me while blushing in shame. A beautiful village.

"Please Ustaz, Umi, Riswan, try the cakes. Risma made her own," explained Mother, and the girl who wanted to lambed back bowed.

"Risma is good at making cakes?" ask Umi Hasanah, while taking one cake and then try it.

"Masya Allah .. true Abi, Riswan, very good cake made," praise the wife of Ustaz Arief. Ustaz and I also took and tasted the cake made by Risma, and it was delicious. So yummy.

"Enak, Neng," I'm honest, Ustaz Arief said that. The more timid Risma looks.

"Thank you, Ustaz, Bang Riswan," replied Risma. A smile cannot be separated from her lips.

"Alhamdulillah, Ustaz, if for cooking matters, Risma is reliable," said Emak to his daughter.

"That means it's ready to marry, yes" Ustaz Arief said. No one answered, only we laughed together. The hue of happiness is clearly visible from the face of the girl who often makes me want to always meet.

"Eh, Arief, Hasanah, this tumben played home" said Juragan Hasyim, his father Risma, had just arrived, and immediately sat in front of us all. After we previously shook hands with each other.

"By the way, is there any need for Rief to come home?" juragan Hashim asked Ustaz Arief, lighting his clove cigarette.

"Look Kang. Our visit to Akang's house was with good intentions. Want to propose to Akang's daughter named Risma, for this man beside me, his name is Riswan," explained Ustaz Arief.

"This monk is my student in the pesantren, came here because he wanted to study religion. Now settled in our village, and he's also an orphan."

His father Risma looked at me with his sharp eyes, with no smile at all. While sucking and exhaling cigarette smoke is rough.

"Please, just as long as it is able to fulfill my wish," he replied flatly, impressed indifferently, then his gaze turned to Ustaz Arief.

"There's no need to ask her Risma first, Kang?" ask Ustaz Arief.

"I love the decision here, Risma just follow what I say," he answered ketus. Risma looked pale, looked at me and then looked back down.

"What do you have to propose to my son?" askinya. I was silent for a moment, from the way he spoke and his attitude, there was an impression of arrogance and underestimation of the person within the Hashemite Priest.

"Although small, I already have a house that I just bought from Ustaz Arief, sir," I explained, looking into his eyes.

"The old house is empty near the plantation?" ask again.

"Really, Sir?"

"It's not a house, it's more like a goat cage," he said sharply. The faces of Ustaz Arief and Umi Hasanah look uncomfortable to hear the words of Juragan Hashim, as well as Risma and Mother.

"That's all I can do, sir," I replied slowly.

"How much money do you want to bring my daughter?" ask again, still with a tone and mimic a proud and condescending face. I turned towards Ustaz Arief beside me.

"That money is not enough to propose to Risma. I'm asking for 30 million and a new unit."

"Astag." Ustaz Arief until beristighfar heard the request of the Hashemite draconian. Mother was silent, while Risma had her eyes glazed over.

"Sorry Kang, the terms of Akang feel like very burdensome. As far as I know, for the size of our village, the default of ten million is already including large," explained Ustaz Arief.

"I do not equate dong with other villagers," he said.

"You, you know for yourself, Rief. If all the villagers here call me a bellhop." Then throw away cigarette butts carelessly.

"How can you do it?" askinya. I fell silent while thinking. It is not about the money that Juragan Hashim asked for, thousands of times the amount he asked for, I am still able to fulfill his wish. But it's the same way I can uncover my true self. While with Ustaz Arief I said, only have 15 million from the rest of my savings.

"I'm sorry, sir, if to fulfill what you ask, frankly I can't," I replied quietly. "My ability is just what I said earlier."

"Yes, Kang, if the Risma itself is ready, why should it be complicated, Kang?" reprimanded Ustaz Arief, he also seemed to have begun to be annoyed at the attitude of his father Risma who felt annoying.

"Eh, Arief, nothing complicates and nothing compels. If you can't meet my requirements, that's okay. My proposal refused!"

"Risma accepts!"

The girl quickly replied to her father, and it made me feel stunned, as did Ustaz Arief and Umi Hasanah. Juragan Hasyim's face looked angry.

"You don't want to be cheap!" jakat Juragan Hasyim full of emotions.

"This guesthouse is who, sir ...," he said, sobbing.

"This guesthouse is only a village person, education is only up to the middle class first. You really want Risma not to marry for life," he said. Tears had soaked her cheeks, while Mom was silent.

"Wouldn't you be up to your father's decision!" Still hard Juragan Hashim refused.

"Risma's an adult, sir. Risma has the right to decide what is best for Risma herself" she replied, and we were silent to witness the debate between her father and daughter.

"Don't you've already been saved, same with him!" he said loudly, pointing at me. And I'm surprised to be accused like that.

"This isn't about Bang Riswan, sir? The outrageous father. It's like selling a kid!" Risma finally started to sound.

Platk! ... "Suppose your mouth!" snapped it. The slap of the Hashemite Spear landed hard on the cheek of his own daughter. Risma screamed in pain.

"Astagfirullah, Kang, don't be that rude, Kang, " said Ustaz Arief. It was unexpected that Juragan Hashim would act so violently to his own daughter.

"Be quiet Arief, you have no right to interfere in my affairs!" Juragan Hasyim was really burning with anger. Risma crying in Mom's arms. Hashim's draughtsmen are really quite outrageous.

"During this time Risma was always silent and according to what the Father said, even though several times the Father refused the proposal of people who came. But this time, Risma will not follow your will. Risma will still be married to Bang Riswan," he explained sobbing.

"Please, I won't be willing to be your guardian, neither will Amran your brother. I'll ban him. Let's get an outcast there you marry without a guardian!"

Ustaz Arief seemed to have noticed that the situation was in an unlikely state, touching my knee, giving a sign of leaving Risma's house.

"If so, we'll excuse Kang first" said Ustaz Arief.

"Yes, already, go there. Your presence only makes me and my son quarrel," he replied, heeding Ustaz Arief's handshake, and went straight into the inner room.

"If so, we say goodbye first, Teh, Neng Risma," said Ustaz Arief, then began to stand, followed by his wife and me. While Risma was still crying in Mom's arms.

"Just ....?" call Risma lirih. I who was walking the very back stopped, and looked at him.

"We will keep marrying Bang, Eneng the same promise, Brother." Her eyes looked at me expectantly, still teary, her eyelids already looking red.

"Abang will wait for Eneng to come, we will get married in Kobong."

"Eneng must have come, Bang ... eneng must have come," he said with a tearful face. Promise me with eyes that already look puffy.

And I left my house with a sick heart. Because of the unfounded rejection of the Hashimite Juragan.