Husband Who Is Always Humiliated
Part 2's. Cannot Be Let
From the kitchen I heard, no one answered my husband's greetings. Not from the people who were in the living room, not from my brothers who stood not far from the kitchen door and the living room. I who was in the corner of the room near the stove alone could still listen.
My father and three brothers headed straight to the living room. My feelings are restless, surely they will continue to insult and corner Bang Riswan, even clearly you show his dislike with my husband. I asked Bang Riswan for a divorce, and I obviously refused to follow his wishes. Especially because we are poor.
I lifted the basin where I grated the coconut to the front of the kitchen entrance, which borders the living room, then continued the grating work there. I just want to steal hear what they're gonna say to Bang Riswan.
"Your children from home aren't prepared for Wan's breakfast? Coming straight nyomot food on the plate, like children less snack alone." the voice of my brother Amran, has started a conversation that to me sounds painful. No answer from my husband.
"Aren't you ever going to teach anyone your kids, Wan? Play comot-comot food only," said Mr.
'Yes Allah ... Father, my son was five and four years old, when I was in the living room, I saw much larger pounders go back and forth to pick up market snacks on plates without permission, but you just shut up' my inner moan.
"I'm sorry, sir," said Bang Riswan. From the door of the living room and kitchen where I grated coconuts, it was seen that my husband was just sitting cross-legged on the floor near the entrance of the house. Down, with my youngest daughter Neti in her lap.
"Wan, you will get fertilizer from the village cooperative, three sacks to deliver home" said Bang Amran, back in my heart beristighfar.
"Yes, Kang" replied Bang Riswan. I got up and left a little coconut grater.
'This can no longer be allowed' cried my heart out.
They were disdainful and demeaning to my husband, but always used my husband's energy for free. Already often they take advantage of the kindness of Bang Riswan, but still continue to insult and demean him. My brothers do not know themselves.
He found grass for their cattle, bought animal feed, and this time asked to bring three sacks of fertilizer, but never allowed my husband to use their motor vehicle to transport it. Until my husband had to lift the sack one by one back and forth on foot. Let alone to give money tired, thanks are not thrown from their mouths.
I then stood up, springing up to the living room which was only about four meters away.
"Sorry, Kang Amran, I don't allow my husband to transport your fertilizer" I said firmly. Standing next to my husband who was still sitting cross-legged.
He glared at me sharply, Kang Amran was slightly flabbergasted, as well as Ela and Samsiah.
"Why do you refuse, the Riswan already wants, really," said Amran.
"Yes, my husband is willing, because it is not good, you are often using my husband's energy, for your own sake, without any reciprocal services, which there are you who often insult Bang Riswan. People have no shame!" sindirku, telak.
"Risma! You're fucking craziest Dad!"snapped Father.
My mom saw me coming out of the kitchen.
"Neng, patient Neng," persuaded Bang Riswan, calming me down.
"Prophey! Be patient! Can't wait to see if we bang!" My husband is now the target of my frustration.
"Eneng tuh cape Bang. Our lives are always insulted. Brother is always denigrated, but his energy is used for free by brothers and sisters," said I as he sobbed.
"Already, Neng, already, well," said Bang Riswan, calming.
"What the hell is it, just be quiet and don't fight!" I growled at Bang Riswan. Shut up, watch me get mad like this.
"Already Risma, embarrassed by many people," said Mother calming.
"Based on the Risma does not have adab, you do not teach adab to your wife, Wan! It's been difficult, poor Kata Krama," he said.
"The Father said, Risma's family was never considered right" I complained to Father. Directly turned the body towards Bang Riswan.
"Maybe for you, patience has no limits, but for me it can't, Bang ... My heartache, Bang, hearing Brother is always humbled by brothers and sisters," I said sobbing.
I immediately carried the youngest Neti. Walk quickly away from Mom's house, without excuse. My heart is really hurt.
My husband Bang Riswan followed behind, also holding our first daughter, Yuli. Stay away from my big family home.
I was upset with my husband's patience.
"Neng, wait for my brother, Neng," called Bang Riswan, slightly behind me. I ignore it, my heart is still upset. The more I speed up the pace.
Just the distance between our house and my extended family house is not too far away, because indeed the area we live in is contoured with hills, and, the position of my house is a little more up from the house of my mother which is close to the main road of our village.
The village where we live is indeed between mountains and hills with cool air, close to tea plantations owned by famous private companies, covering hundreds of hectares. My brothers' husbands also worked on this plantation, as foremen of the plantation. They were just like his wives who were also my sisters, not liking Bang Riswan.
When I told Bang Riswan about the dislike of my brothers and sisters-in-law, it was easy, he said.
"Let's go, Neng, just don't let God hate us."
After that Bang Riswan responded, while I myself had already cape heart.
Upon arrival at home, I immediately lowered my youngest daughter Neti from the sling in the living room, while I myself went straight into the room. Closing and locking the door, crying all over the mattress covered with pillows so that my cries could not be heard.
"Neng, open the door, Neng," called Bang Riswan, as he continued to knock on the door of the room. I pretended not to hear.
"Neng, please open up, Neng, let's talk for a while" my husband asked, I still ignored. I was upset and disappointed with Bang Riswan.
"Neng, open the door, why be angry with you brother, Neng?" ask again from behind the door. I stood walking towards the door.
"Abang wants to know, why enraged with brother," I replied from behind the door.
"Open the door first or Neng, let us speak it well," pinta Bang Riswan.
"No need!" my jolt, still holding a sense of annoyance.
In fact, if not in this upset state, my husband's way of speaking often makes me laugh. The dialect has followed the style of speech of most of the indigenous tribes of this village. In the past, when I first knew him, his style of speech was also his way of acting seemed formal and rigid.
My husband's body size and height are quite different when compared to the young people in this village. With a height of 180 cm, and a weight of 68 kilograms, Bang Riswan should not be afraid to fight, even if it is necessary to fight in defense of self-esteem. Maybe I am a wife and brother who are not good, because they like to imagine that my husband is not only silent and obedient, but also occasionally has to fight if wronged.
"Neng," he called out, as he continued to knock on the door. Amazed my daydream, which was imagining Bang Riswan fighting in self-defense.
"Whisper Bang, Nang-neng, Nang-neng continue!" i say, annoyed. Intend to get back to bed.
"There's this Mom, Neng," said Bang Riswan from outside the room.
"Have Bang, do not be an excuse, Eneng again want to be alone." Start to go up on the bed.
"Risma, open the door, Ris."
'My inner 'Emak', cancelling to try to sleep, went down to the floor again, and immediately quickly opened the door, wiping my tears with the tip of my sleeve.
"What, Mom?" I asked, when the door of the room was half open. While Bang Riswan was standing behind Mom, smiles tried to take my heart, but instead kuplotti. He scratched his head, then held Neti, and stepped outside the door.
How come you're going home? Who's gonna help mom."
Yes, Allah .. sad I heard it, and I did not have the courage to argue, nor ask Mother to tell her other daughters, because I knew the idle nature of my two sisters, she said, the diligent is only his mouth if he is insinuating.
"I-iya, Mak, Risma will go straight to the house. My mom looked me in the eye, spoke slowly.
"The patient is not nice, Ris, always achy, then it must be coupled with being sincere," said Mother, immediately stepped out of the house, standing briefly in front of the door.
"Don't be long, well, Ris, afraid that you and your family from the town will come, and it's not over yet."
"Yes, Mom, Risma must be straight home."
Mother had gone, I then returned to the room to take the hijab that I had put on the mattress, tidying up the clothes that were a little tangled, then immediately went to follow.
Bang Riswan was seen being with our two children picking chili plants that were fruiting.
"Bang, I'm going to Mom's house first," I said quickly, immediately rushing away, not wanting to speak for long.
"Neng," call Bang Riswan, slightly running over. I stopped, turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry Brother yes, Neng, has upset Eneng," he said slowly. I looked at my husband's eyes inside.
"Eneng is only cape, Bang, hearing and seeing Abang is always humbled and used by brothers and sisters," I replied, also slowly.
"Let it go, Neng, just don't let it be that demeans you, brother," my husband said, clasping my hand.
"But cheng is not willing, Bang, as if the brother has no pride in the eyes of the brothers. Brother is too quiet and patient to face them, that makes the brothers more cool to do with Brother," I explained again.
"But Brother sincerely, Neng," said Bang Riswan. I pushed my husband's hand slowly, to get out of my finger.
"Yes, my brother is sincere, but Eneng is not!" I answered tightly, immediately turned around to leave Bang Riswan. My husband was really arrogant, not understanding at all with his wife's feelings, even though I said like this because of the pity of seeing him treated carelessly.
Bang Riswan again ran after me, and held back my steps. Back I stopped.
"Neng, forgive Brother well, but do not lose Neng, if we want to be sincere with what is happening to us," explained Bang Riswan, and I consider it stubborn.
This time my eyes looked much more deeply.
"Well, if we're divorced, and the kids are far away from you?" my question, pressing.
"Well you talk that far?" astonished my husband heard my words, words that I had been hiding from him.
"Originally Abang know, if you are always urged by the Father and other brothers of Eneng to ask for divorce from Brother, because Brother is considered poor." My husband fought while listening to me tell him what my husband really didn't want to know.
"Makanya Eneng asked Brother, it's okay we are called poor, but do not let Brother be considered to have no self-esteem. If everything is up they stepped on, what else can be proud of their own husband Bangg ..," I said, back crying sobbing.
My husband was stunned, and he seemed shocked to hear that I was forced to divorce from him.
"Titip kids, Bang, I have to help Mom right away." While wiping my tears, I then left, leaving Bang Riswan who was still standing still fixated.
