Husband Who Is Always Humiliated
Part 17's. The wrath of the Hashimite
The wedding procession that was about to start again was delayed due to the arrival of my future mother-in-law. Risma, my future wife, sobbed back to her feet, kissed and hugged her mother, who was soaked with tears. I stood up to greet him and kissed the back of his hand. The atmosphere should start this procession of Ijab Qobul.
"I'm sorry, Risma yes, Mak, it's been a lot of trouble, please allow Risma to make a household, yes, Mak," he said while sobbing.
"Emak sincerely, Risma, sincere mother .. so a devoted wife, yes, Ris, do not just want to accept the good, Risma must also be willing to accept the shortcomings. Take care of your husband's disgrace and dignity, as you cover your own disgrace." Mother's advice to Risma, her biggest daughter.
Mom then guided Risma to return to her original place, with Mommy watching right behind her daughter.
The tip of her hijab, she made a tool to remove the melt of her tears, my bride did so, still holding back sobbing cries. Happiness and sadness are present at the same time.
"Can we start?" ask the ruler who will marry me, after a little calmer.
"Please, Ustaz," replied Ustaz Arief to the ruler who was his alma mater friend when the pesantren first.
"Okay, please the bridegroom to hold the groom's hand" the pengulu told Kang Darman, and I began to feel tense, cold sweat attacked. Kang Darman then grabbed my hand.
"Please, follow me," the pengulu told Kang Darman.
"Well, sir," replied Kang Darman. Then the ruler began to recite prayers, and asked Kang Darman to follow his words.
The aura of sacredness of marriage confirmation begins to rule the entire room in this musholla. The mood felt quiet.
"Brother of Riswan bin Muchtar. I marry and I treat you to Risma Wulandari bint Hashim, with a dowry of a set of three grams of prayer utensils and gold jewelry. CASH!"
"I ACCEPT THE MARRIAGE AND MARRIAGE OF RISMA WULANDARI BINT HASYIM WITH A DOWRY A SET OF SALAT TOOLS AND GOLD JEWELRY WEIGHING THREE GRAMS PAID IN CASH."
"How are the witnesses?" ask the pengulu..
"Well .. valid!" The voice of the witnesses who heard and witnessed Ijab Qabul.
"God." The faces of relief are visible. My life is no longer the same. I may not have been a good priest in religious sciences, but I will strive for it, and from this morning towards noon, Eneng has officially become my wife.
After the closing of the prayer that Ustaz Arief recited, Eneng accompanied by Umi Hasanah came to me, while kissing my hand, speaking softly full of novelty.
"If I make a mistake, rebuke and remind Neng, yes, Bang." Her tears washed my hands. I whispered a soft speech in my wife's ear.
"The wife is the companion, Neng, is on the side, not on the top nor on the bottom. It's also his duty to remind, be afraid if later brother's wrong way." Then I kissed her soft forehead.
"Please, Riswan, if you want to be taken home immediately can also be," joked Ustaz Arief, some who watched the tease. A red tinge appeared on my wife's face, blushing in shame.
My wife and I asked my mother, Kang Darman, for her blessing and for all who attended. The aura of happiness and relief was clearly reflected in the look on my wife's face.
"Bad! You don't appreciate me at all!"
The Hashimite savant stood right in front of the entrance of the musholla while leaving with a reddened face and bulging eyes showing anger. Amran stood behind him.
"Father ...," said my wife.
"Who plans this, I'll demand, look at it!" he said, still in a loud and angry tone.
"Patience, Mr. .. patience, not good shouting in the house of worship," said Kang Darman trying to calm down, while approaching Juragan Hasyim, his biological father.
"You're the same Darman, conspiring behind my father!" he nodded, pointing towards Darman.
"Where is the Sawiyah! Basic wife can not keep the trust of the husband," he said to Mother. The atmosphere inside the musholla became violent.
"It's not my fault, Risma herself chose Bang Riswan!" My wife jerks, don't accept if Mom is to blame.
Juragan Hasyim is still on his waist.
"What do you want to sue? And on what basis? Risma is over 21 years old, she has the right to make her own choices" explained Kang Darman, calmly.
"It is precisely the father who makes it difficult for Risma, to get her soul mate," said Kang Darman again.
"You don't have to interfere with Darman!" snapped Father.
"Darman has the right to interfere, sir? Risma's Darman's sister!" kang Darman replied with a loud tone, as if he had started to get emotional.
"Followly, we better talk about it. Kang Hashim, after all the marriage has happened, and it is impossible to cancel" explained Ustaz Arief. Trying to mediate.
Juragan Hashim was silent, but his face still looked furious. His eyes still look bad.
"Obviously you're all wrong, how dare you step over me." Selfishly my father-in-law, always felt he was the most right.
"That's because you made it difficult for Bang Riswan, with unreasonable requests," answered my wife, a little more holding our hands together, giving a sign.
"Already Neng, be patient," I whispered softly.
"Later on, it wasn't that easy that she could be my daughter-in-law, my only request was that she didn't respond," she said, looking at me with a cynical smile.
"Your request is too much, sir. Mother has told me all, the money brought by Riswan was big enough for the size of our village," explained Darman, seeing his father who was still hard on his will.
"alert, dong. He did not think about what, how much money had been spent to take care of and raise the Risma from her childhood until now, then appreciated cheaply. It's delicious!" My wife is back sobbing.
"I'm sorry Dad, Bang," he said weakly.
"Patience, Neng, maybe he is still shocked, brother is also okay, right," I replied, encouraging him.
Ustaz Arief seemed to be unable to bear to talk, because he probably thought, if the words of this Hashimite Juragan can be misleading for people who do not understand.
"Taking care of, caring for, and educating the child is the duty of Kang's parents, the time is up and coming" Ustaz Arief exclaimed.
"After all, if we're old, who else will take care of us, if not a child, Kang?"
His father Risma looked sullen, hearing the words of Ustaz Arief, whom he himself never wanted to call ustaz, because he felt his age was much older.
"Where's the 15 million you said to propose to my son, here give it," he said forcefully, and without shame. His gaze was sharp towards me. While Kang Darman, Ustaz Arief, and some who were present just shook their heads, without saying anything.
"Don't Bang, don't give, just give it to Mom" whispered my wife.
"Let's go, Neng, the important thing is that you will accept our marriage, and consider your brother as his son-in-law" I said slowly.
"Where the money, lest you just cheated again, when you have no money," he said sharply. Ustaz Arief and Kang Darman heard the words of Father.
"Well sir, for a moment, I'll get it, "I replied, then took the small bag that I had deliberately kept in the priest's room of prayer. Taking the money in it that I had prepared for Innate Eneng, then handed it to my Father-in-law, and he quickly seized it.
"Based on the foolish woman you are Risma, would be appreciated cheaply," he grumbled, then went out of the musholla with the 15 million I had given, and Amran followed behind him again. And my in-laws still grumbling.
Kang Darman then approached me, speaking slowly to me.
"Riswan, I'm picking up my sister Risma. Take care and love him with all your heart, fulfill your responsibilities as previously said by the ruler before the procession of Ijab Qobul. Marriage is sacred, Wan, the longest worship, then live with patience and sincerity," message Kang Darman, who according to the story Eneng, had participated in the boarding school in Sukabumi.
"Yes, Kang, God willing, Riswan will always remember Akang's message" I replied. Kang Darman then hugged me, whispered softly in my ear.
"If you hurt her heart, let alone her body, I'll look for you wherever you are. My brother has dared to oppose the Father because of you. Love him with all your heart and soul."
I nodded, looking inside my wife's oldest brother. A promise in the heart that is not spoken on the lips. If I'd kept his heart and his feelings.
"Titip's mom's son, Wan. Mother believes, Riswan can be a good husband for Risma," he said slowly.
Kang Darman then permission to return to Jakarta, as well as Mother, want to return home. While Eneng and I stopped by the house of Ustaz Arief, to receive some congratulations from the neighbors around the kobong.
After the Juhur Salat in the musholla kobong, Eneng and I began to return to our home. The simple little house I bought with Ustaz Arief. With black cement, half walls and bamboo rooms.
Standing silently grasping each other staring at the small house at the same time. Wind blows typical of the cool mountains caressing the skin with spoiled, felt softness rubbing gently all over the skin of the face.
"I'm sorry, Neng, only able to provide this small house for our residence, unlike the Father's house," I said slowly, my gaze still towards the house.
"The house you're preparing is enough to sleep and rest, Bang. The real home is in our hearts. No matter how luxurious our home, if our hearts are always worried and troubled, especially if far from God, a house of any size can be like a prison." Looking up at me, then leaning against my shoulder, his body hugged my one hand.
"How, Neng, my brother's money is all gone" I complained, wanting to test my wife with distress. Eneng looked at me gently, her smile expanding.
"Don't betray that sweet love, Bang. That's all you're asking for" he said.
'Sometimes, this shack house is just a memory, Neng' my promise in my heart.
While holding each other, we began to enter a small and simple house that belonged to both of us.
"House will feel spacious and comfortable, Bang, if our hearts are airy in accepting God's provisions" whispered my wife again, smiling, sweet.
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Back To The Present Time
"Boss ... Boss, get up, boss, we've reached the compound where the boss lives."
The call of the driver who drove me a little stuttered me, as the car that drove me from the factory, which had all been prepared Julius had reached my former residence.
"That house, yes," I said, pointing to one of the houses that had been seen from inside the car.
"Subhanallah, magnificent, Boss, in my place this can make one RT," he said. The car started to enter the front yard's large gate.
"Get in, tell the guard. mister R, it's back."
