Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 18's. Let Me serve You

Towards dusk, when the sun only leaves golden orange rays that make beautiful decorations on the western horizon edge of the earth.

This magnificent house is still the same as when I last lived here six years ago, nothing changed from the shape and placement of furniture-furniture in it.

Silent, desolate, without the bonded togetherness between one brother and another. Only the housekeeper workers are seen to exist, maybe even this house as their own, because more time they spend in this house compared to the owner of the house itself.

I feel burdened by a huge responsibility. This is not the time to think about yourself. There are tens of thousands of workers who depend on income in the Niskala group. That's what I'll prioritize. Business continuity of Niskala group. My grandfather's legacy.

Not much time today. After the shower, he plans to visit Papah at the hospital. The middle-aged man that I once hated so much, but I can't deny if ever terbesit longing to meet him.

Toni, the driver who was my personal bodyguard, asked me to return to work with me again, and we were both heading to Omni Hospital where Papah was reportedly in a critical condition.

"How are things in Sudirman, Ton, who took papah's place during the illness?" ask me to Toni.

"Not just before the illness, sir, long before Mr. Alex who often took over strategic decisions regarding the company's business" he explained.

"Where is it going?"

"When Mr. Riswan left, he was rarely seen to Sudirman, either where. So Mr. Alex is often at the head office. Even now, Mr. Alex has begun to put his believers to occupy strategic places in the Niskala group" Toni explained, turning occasionally to the rearview mirror.

Om Alex, papa's real brother, my uncle. From the first it was very ambitious to occupy strategic positions in the company, utilizing his brotherhood relationship with papah. Slowly want to master it.

"You yourself how is Ton, married?" my many. Switching conversations.

"Alhamdulillah, there is already one child, sir. Three years old, how's your own father?"

"My two sons, if my wife's brothers were to be kind, it would seem that yesterday's life was more soothing for me."

While turning on the new phone I asked Toni to buy it before she came to my house, and started putting in some numbers that I thought were important.

"Be careful, sir," said Toni.

"meaning?" my question, I don't understand.

"Our insider informed us that soon Mr. Alex will appoint himself as Director to replace the sickly Mr. Muchtar. Through the support of his own people. Mr. Riswan is considered to have no contribution to the company. Maybe, if Mr. Alex finds out that Mr. Riswan is coming, it looks like he could be hanging."

"It's still in Sudirman, right?"

"Still, Sir. Only the Dipta Buk is now getting rid of in general, people who are loyal to the father were all replaced, even some are expelled," Toni explained.

"Please let them know one by one ton later. I said, I'm back active. Ask them to collect all the information and data, as well as anyone the people Om Alex, make me learn later," I said, then remembered with my little family.

'what's my little family'

Toni's words came back to wake me up from thinking about family. "Okay sir, soon I will consolidate the fathers."

The car I was riding in started to enter the hospital area, and this was the first time I would ever see Papah again after six years of my disappearance.

Some of Papah's relatives waiting at the hospital were shocked by my arrival, which had disappeared for a long time. From Papah was the same as my mother, her parents were gone, there were only three papah sisters. About Alex, Aunt Sartika, and Om Bagas. It all depends on my grandfather's legacy from the mama. Yusuf Kusumateja's.

There is only Aunt Sartika and Om Bagas who are waiting for papah. Accompanied by some of their grandchildren, there was no Om Alex there.

"Yes, God, Aris, where have you been?" Aunt Sartika rushed towards me, and I knew she was sincere, dear, and caring for me. Om Bagas also came to embrace me. His embrace and welcome felt bland, like forced.

He is the same as Om Alex, ambitious to master the Niskala group, which in fact belongs to the Kusumateja clan, and I am the sole heir.

"Where have you been, Ris?" ask Aunt Sartika again, her eyes are already glazed.

"There are things that I have to finish first Aunt, what about the condition of Papah?"

"Still critical of Ris," replied Om Bagas.

"Why don't you tell me, make Auntie worried for years" said Aunt Sartika, wiping her tears with a tissue.

"I'm sorry Aries Aunt, Aries just needs time to pull over" I replied.

"Aries want to see Papah, Tan?"

"In the meantime, Ris, inside there is still a doctor who is checking the condition of your papah," he explained.

Not long after, the doctor and nurse who examined the health condition of papah came out of the VVIP room where papah was treated, and we all went straight to.

"How's he doing, Doc?" my many.

"I'm sorry, so far he hasn't changed at all. We will continue to monitor 24 hours" he replied.

"I'm his son, ask permission to enter to see his condition."

"By Sir, please. Go to the sterilization room first yes, sir, and wear clothes that have been prepared by the hospital. Still in one room with Mr. Muchtar inside, there was a nurse guarding inside" the middle-aged doctor said.

"Okay, Doc, thank you."

"Let Auntie accompany ya, Ris?" her door.

"Okay Auntie, we should go straight there," I replied, starting to approach the Papah treatment room, followed by Aunt Sartika.

After passing through the sterilization room and wearing clothes provided by the hospital, I immediately entered the room where Papah was treated.

Quiet me, no longer able to get close. Clear water expands in both of these eyes, and instantly decays slowly.

'This papah is really' I see my inner voice.

O Allah, his condition was very concerning, and I did not recognize him. While Aunt Sartika was crying sobbing.

Papah who was once a large height, now only skin wrapped in bone. All the aids that were thought to be able to extend his breath were attached to his body. And only this time I feel sorry, why can only meet him in this sad condition.

Slowly, I began to approach the side of his bed. The sound of a heart rate detector is the only thing heard in this room. His breath was puffed up, looking old.

'why could it be like this, Pah' lirihku in heart.

I touched his fingers slowly, cold, not responding at all. I looked back at the face of the bone wrapped in skin, and my tears fell.

"Mahs ... Riswan's coming home, Pah," I whispered softly by his ear. Aunt Sartika sobbed, only this time she saw firsthand the situation of her eldest brother.

"Mas, this is Mas's son coming home."

Aunty Sartika's voice sounded raucous, then covered her mouth with her palm.

"Riswan's sorry, Pah." As I continued to grab her hands, Papah began to respond. His fingers were moving slowly.

A clear thread was visible in the corner of his eye.

"Wake up Pah, this is Riswan coming."

The sound of the heart rate detection machine began to sound rhythmic.

I gently erased the water in the corner of his old eye, with a feeling of a very guilty heart.

"Riswan has forgiven all the mistakes and mistakes of Papah. Forgive Riswan too huh, Pah?" There was a slight pull on the tip of his lips, like wanting to smile, the corner of his eyes was still wet.

"Asshaduallah illahailallah waashaduanna Muhammaddarrasullallah."

I whispered slowly in papah's ears over and over again, his breathing began to wince, as my fingers gently rubbed the tip of his hair. Lean on the edge of the bed, and the sound of the tool then sounded flat.

'Good way, Pah, may it be quiet in nature, we all just have to wait for time' I said in silence.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rodziunn."

I know, papah has "lost" these tears fall back on the back of his hand, as I kiss him for the last time.

Aunt Sartika looks panicked, running outside the treatment room to tell the nurse. Not waiting long, the Doctor and Nurse also came, they immediately checked the condition of papah.

I stood up and walked out of Papah's treatment room. Om Bagas rushed over, and I just shook my head without making a sound, He knew his point, his silent bowed no longer speaking.

I called out to Toni who chose to sit alone in the corner of the waiting bench.

"Father is dead, Ton," I said.

"Innalilahi wainnailaihi rodziunn."

"Please take care of everything, Ton," I said slowly.

"Ready, sir." Toni then called the number of people who could help her, and I chose to go find a musholla in the hospital area, perform the Isya Salat, berwudlu and pray that my feelings become calmer, so that my feelings become calmer, also to pray for the deceased papah and mama.

The environment where I and papah live is not quite possible, due to environmental factors that are mostly non-Muslim if you want to hold a tahlilan event for the next week, it is a little difficult to find people who want to come to pray. So it was decided to do at the house of Aunt Sartika only, from the bathing procession to the departure of the body.

Finishing the first day of the event at the house of Aunt Sartika, I decided to be alone in the park next to her house.

A small garden with a fish pond flanked by two round garden lights.

I imagine Papah's condition is very sad, I don't know what happened in the last six years as long as I no longer meet him.

"Mas Aries." A gentle call roused me from daydreams, and I still knew that voice.

"Maharani?"

"Yes, Aries, it's me." Black-black hijab, his face more radiant, seemed to come to me on the side of the house Aunt Sartika.

"It's right here, Ran?" I started to feel uncomfortable.

"You know what, I'm here? ask again.

"Tante Sartika who told me, Mas, and I deliberately wanted to see you," explained Maharani.

"Meet me, what's it doing?" my question, back to look towards the pool.

"I want to apologize for our past, Mas" he explained, slowly.

"I've forgotten it" I replied briefly.

"But I still have to apologize, Mas" he urged, sounding like holding back a cry.

"I've forgiven you, Ran, believe me ... I've forgiven you" I explained again. The mood was quiet again. Maharani does look different now, she already wears a hijab.

"Where did you disappear to, Mom? I really feel guilty" he regretted.

I looked back at him for a moment, and then spoke again.

"There is wisdom behind the dark events of the past, and I've benefited from it, as well as its successor."

"I did too, Mom. The disgusting events were ultimately able to resuscitate and change my life" explained Maharani. We both looked in the same direction, the fish pond shower.

"Alhamdulillah, if so," I replied, then stood up from the garden chair to return to the main hall. It's uncomfortable to be alone with a woman who's not my mahram.

"Mass?"

"Why, Ran?" my answer. A moment after passing behind his body.

"Allow me to atone for all my sins, Mas," he said softly. Makes me stop stepping.

"What do you mean, Ran?" I asked, not understanding what he meant.

"Let me serve you, Mother" he asked. I'm getting less and less understanding of what that means.

"Serving what does that mean, Ran?" ask again.

"Make me your wife, Mas" she said, then began to cry, making me flabbergasted.

"No way, Ran, I already have a wife and two children" I explained to the Maharani, giving him understanding.

"I'm ready, Mom. Let me serve you."

"I'm sorry, Rani. I can't" I replied again, starting to want to stay away from him. My steps came to a halt as my sleeves were ripped off.

"Help me to remove the guilt in my heart, Mas .. I beg you," he begged, beginning to sob.

"If you want to get rid of the guilt in your heart, it doesn't have to be like that? I forgive everything too. So forget it, I'm all done," I said, slowly clasping her handrails up my sleeve.

"So your slave I'm sincere, Mas," he pleaded sniffled, still pushy.

"I'm not sincere to double up, Rani. I can't hurt my wife. Go, the story of us is buried dead."

I then left Maharani alone on the side of the garden beside the house near the edge of the pool, in a quiet and calm atmosphere. Only the sound of his sobbing could be heard.

'The impossible request will

I-Qabekankan, because it will definitely hurt my heart'