Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 16's. The Goodness of Mama Sawiyah

Tightness permeates the chest cavity, mixed with sadness and hope.

Disappointed at the attitude and rejection shown by Juragan Hashim. Sad to see Risma so strongly trying to resist his father's decision, that it must end with a slap for him. Hopefully, Eneng and I can be united in the sacred bond of marriage.

Langkah kakiku seperti mengambang, pikiranku hanya dipenuhi tentang Eneng. Seorang gadis desa yang belum lama mengenalku, tetapi yakin terhadapku. Berani mempertahankan keinginannya untuk tetap menikah denganku, walaupun harus melawan keputusan bapaknya. Hanya wanita yang benar-benar jatuh cinta yang berani seperti itu. Meyakini rasa yang ada di hati, jika aku memang pilihan yang tepat untuknya.

"Are you okay, Wan?" reprimand Ustaz Arief, when we walk side by side, while Umi Hasanah has walked first.

"It's okay, Ustaz," I replied slowly. Ustaz Arief kept looking at me.

"Wan .. if fate has outlined Risma as your wife, as difficult as it may be, she will still be yours, and vice versa. Pray a lot, Wan, may all your good intentions be made easy for God."

"Aamiin," I said softly.

"You have patience, well," Ustaz Arief said, patting my shoulder.

Yes, Ustaz, that is all I can do now," I replied, already at the door of the courtyard of Ustaz Arief's house.

"Thank you, Ustaz, for accompanying." Ustaz Arief just smiled, and we had already reached the street in front of his house.

"You don't stop by yet, Wan?" take her, offer me to come over to her house.

"No need Ustaz, thank you. I still have a little bit of work to tidy up the house" I replied, then said goodbye to Ustaz Arief to return home immediately.

"Whoa?" call him again, when I'm a little bit away.

"What's up, Ustaz?"

"Something that we consider valuable is difficult to get, and must be very valuable. If you can get it, don't let it go. Take care and pay attention with all the soul. That wife depends on her husband's attitude and treatment, Wan? " obviously Ustaz Arief. "You understand, don't you, what I mean?"

"God willing, I understand Ustaz" I replied, then went back to go home.

'Ustadz Arief's remarks are correct, how the wife behaves depends on the attitude and treatment of her partner. I'll keep that in mind.'

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It's been five days running, Risma no longer meet come to kobong. From the news I heard, Juragan Hashim forbade him to teach again, locked him in the room so that he could no longer meet me.

Morning, after performing the Duha Prayer, while praying.

"Assalamualaikum." There was the sound of greeting from outside the door of the musholla.

"Waalaikum salam." I immediately ended my prayer, and hurried to meet the owner of the voice who was waiting in front of Ustaz Arief's musholla terrace. Surprised and totally unexpected, seeing who came to see me, came straight over and kissed her hand.

The figure that I respected was silent for a moment, blowing wind gently fluttering the dull hijab she was wearing. His gaze stared blankly at the kobong, like saving a load. Beside him was like carrying a large package inside a black crackle bag.

"Emak wants to talk, Wan?" slowly said.

"Yes, Mom, please," I said, as we sat facing each other.

"How do you feel about Risma, Wan, you really love your mother's child?" ask her, to find out how I feel about her daughter.

"Yes, Mommy, Riswan really loves Risma," I replied, full of earnestness.

"You want to promise me that you won't waste your mother's child?" ask again.

"Riswan promised, Mom," I replied again.

"You mean to ask that, because you will not waste, let alone abandon the mother's child," he said, worried about the state of his daughter if later only I played.

"God willing, Mother, Riswan promised not to waste Risma, let alone abandon her.

"Emak deserves to worry, Wan. Moreover, Riswan is only a overseas person in this village. Mom is afraid that later you will leave Risma just like that" he explained.

"Yes Mak, Riswan is familiar with the worries that Mother feels. Maybe if Riswan was in the position of mother, Riswan would be worried as well as Mother. But once again Riswan promised, will do as well and as hard as possible to maintain the integrity of our household later if Riswan and Risma get married," I explained, at length. My mother looked back at my face.

"Emak is just not willing, Wan, if all the sacrifices that your children have made will end in disappointment." Giving me a big bag of crackles.

"This is what, Mom?" my many.

"Save this Wan, some Risma clothes, put it in your house. Tomorrow morning prepare your wedding, find a guardian for him, because most likely, Father and Amran his brother will not want to do it."

"That's, Mom?"

"Every day his father Risma would visit and watch our rice fields, he would let Risma run to see you here. Marry first, after you finish just take care of the letters officially. I can't bear to see Risma just crying in the room." She started to shed her tears, then rubbed them quickly.

"Even my mother's son in Jakarta, Darman, knew about this plan last night when he called. She was supportive after mom told me about her sister's condition, but she herself couldn't promise if it could come. So my mother asked Riswan to find a marriage guardian for tomorrow."

"Where are your relatives, Mom?"

"Father has no brother, Wan, his hometown about two kilometers to the front right of the tea processing factory, Sekar Wangi Village, explained Emak.

"Why would you do this for Riswan, Mom?" tanyaku carefully. Mother was silent, it was clear if she kept the sadness of bathin.

"Because Risma was never what it is today before, Wan. Not wanting to eat, crying often, the mother will feel very sinful if something happens to her," said Mother, while wiping her tears with the edge of her dull hijab.

I was stunned, not expecting Eneng's love to be that deep towards me, while promising in my heart, will be a husband who is able to take care of his heart and feelings.

"If so mom comes home first, Wan, prepare everything tomorrow. If you're married, you won't be able to do anything."

"Well, Mom," I replied, kissing her hand.

"And one more Wan, it's likely that you won't be able to attend your wedding tomorrow morning."

Mom left immediately, no longer giving me a chance to talk back or ask. I continued to look at Mother's body slowly disappearing in the distance. Not for long.

"Assalamualaikum, Ris,"

"Waalaikum salam." Greetings and the arrival of Ustaz Arief were a bit surprising.

"I wanted to accompany here, but when I saw Neng Risma's mother, so I said," said Ustaz Arief.

"That's what package, Ris?" ask Ustaz Arief.

"These are some of Risma's clothes, Ustaz, told by Mom to keep them in my house" I replied, then I began to tell her what I was talking about to Ustaz Arief, including about the plan to marry tomorrow morning, also about the marriage guardian, including asking for his opinion about the plan to marry siri first with the condition of Risma as it is today.

"It looks like Risma's age is more than 21 years, so permission from parents is actually no longer needed. Agree or not, the child can still do the marriage as long as it meets the legal requirements of marriage," explained Ustaz Arief, took a breath for a while, and then continued.

"The legal requirements of marriage itself, there is a bride and groom, there is a guardian of marriage, two witnesses, dowry, ijab and qobul, if that is all fulfilled, then marriage can be done," obviously he again.

"What are you prepared for, Ris?"

"Alhamdulillah already Ustaz, when I came to propose at that time, all I had prepared, the dowry was already there," I explained.

"Alhamdulillah, let me be the guardian of marriage from Risma, while the one who married, my friend when the boarding school first, God willing he is ready," said Ustaz Arief.

"Once again, I thank Ustaz, for helping me get this far" I said.

"Sama-sama, Ris, now you prepare a plan tomorrow, the problem of potluck dishes let Umi later prepare. May Allah ease all your good intentions, Ris," said Ustaz Arief, praying.

"Aamiin"

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At nine o'clock in the morning, the prayer hall planned for the wedding between me and Risma, already seen some people gathered. Not in large numbers, because it is done in an emergency.

I was dressed neatly, wearing a white shirt and black peci, while the presence of Risma was not yet visible. The close friend of Ustaz Arief who was about to marry was just present, and went straight to the musholla. Planning is really done suddenly and in an emergency.

Walking a few minutes, Risma has not yet been seen in the musholla. Me, and everyone attending seemed to be agitated. Attacked by fear, if Risma does not come.

Sounds like a little crowded sound from the terrace of the musholla, I also turned quickly towards the entrance, and seen Risma came guided by Umi Hasanah. All are white, from the hijab to the dress. Beautiful charming, with a natural makeup sweep on her face.

Enter with your face down. For God's sake, I'm fascinated. Looks like Umi Hasanah deliberately kept this a secret to me. It's only right if Ustaz Arief looks calm.

I began to sit face to face with the head, as well as witnesses on the left and right sides. Ustaz Arief who will be Risma's marriage guardian. From the corner of my eye, my bride-to-be began to look crying, she was busy wiping away the water that bathed her eyelids. It seemed, with the absence of a single member of his family, that was the cause of his grief.

"How are the witnesses already there?" ask Mr. penghulu.

"It is, it already is," replied Ustaz Arief.

"His wedding is ready?" ask the ruler to me.

"Already, sir," I answered quickly.

"Please get expelled" he said. Then I immediately took out a three-gram gold ring and a set of prayer tools.

"It seems like everything is ready. For the female guardian of marriage?" ask him again, and Ustaz Arief who plans to become a guardian

then say

"Sa-"

"I'll be his guardian, sir!" a quick voice cutting off Ustaz Arief's words rang out from the entrance of the musholla, and made us all turn towards him.

"But Darman!" The voice of my bride-to-be screamed, as she saw who had come and was willing to be her guardian.

My bride cried sobbing, stood up and hugged the man named Darman. They were crying at each other. The man was crying, but was placed to remove the tear on the cheek of my future wife. Umi Hasanah and some of the women who witnessed it also cried.

"Thank you, Kang, thank you" said the bride-to-be sobbing, and Kang Darman walked over to us, his fingers busy wiping the puddles in his eyes, and sit right next to me and say

"I'm Darman, Big Brother of the bride-to-be. Let me marry my sister myself to the man of her heart."

"Well, if so the event pronunciation of Ijab and Qobul can be done," said Penghulu.

"Assalamualaikum." The sound of greetings came from the entrance of the musholla. Once again we all looked in the direction of the voice.

"Mrsk ...." Candidates for my defense are getting sobbing.