Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 22's. Mother's Kept Secrets

Hashim's House suddenly crowded due to the commotion involving the children and his son-in-law. Harsh words and insults were thrown from the warring parties.

Juragan Hashim silently watched in a gamang. His body felt weak and his heart was beating very hard. His head was so painful that he collapsed on the sidelines of the commotion and attempted to separate Amran and Tohir by the neighbors in a struggle.

The crowds and panic grew with the fall of the Fascist of Hashim. The commotion stopped, and they flocked to the body of the fainting Hasyim Pagan to the puskesmas not far from the village chief's office.

The commotion, the war of mouth and the argument moved to the office of the village hall. They were busy accusing each other and blaming each other.

"This is all because Kang Amran is greedy and wants to win alone" said Ela, on the sidelines waiting for her father in the puskesmas room.

"If you say that don't be careless Ela, how greedy will you be? You also get the same land rations as akang!" amran's jolt, still carried away by emotion.

"Ela knows Kang. I often borrow money from my father, and never change!" ela did not want to lose, not afraid of her because she felt there was her husband Tohir nearby. While the other neighbors who took and escorted Juraagan Hashim to the puskesmas just silently watched the commotion of the two of them.

"You can't be pretentious to feel right, yeah, Ela. You also told me that you also have a debt that you have not paid!"

"Yes, but Akang is more!" his jolt won't lose.

"Already! You are like people who have no shame. The old man is sick, even shaming each other!" snapped Mr. Kardi, Kades Cibungah Village who had chosen to be quiet just heard the commotion next to his office.

Amran and Ela then fell silent no longer talking, just mengedumel each other. While the condition of the father is still unknown to them, because it is still in the examination of Doctor Puskesmas.

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Risma as early as this was silent on her own by the side of the pool, she still admired the beauty of the mountains that were clearly visible from where she stood. Halimun still closed his gaze. Born and raised in this village made him accustomed to the cold air that pierced into the skin. His breath emitted a vapour of warmth within the body.

Gratitude is unceasingly spoken in the heart. Being able to be and live in such a grand place was a miracle never before imagined.

20 Minutes ago, her husband Riswan had just left the house, because in the afternoon Riswan had to be in Surabaya, attending a meeting with his business colleagues.

Risma had to understand her husband's busyness in this new world now. Last night Riswan had spoken and gave him an understanding of his activities later, while promising that on weekends his time will only be spent with family.

"Riss?" My mother was standing next to him. Risma turned her head, then held her hand.

"Beautiful, Mak," he said, his gaze fixed on the towering green mountain in front of him. The thin fog still enveloped around.

"It's like a dream, Ris." Their hands are still holding each other.

"Risma is the same, Mommy. A week ago, Risma still admired the beauty of this house from a distance. Who could have thought if now Risma was even a part in it," he said slowly.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning Madam, Grandma," said one of the female workers surprised Risma and Mother who knew was near them.

"Greetings" answered the two.

"Sorry, Nyah, Grandma, you want to make some warm chocolate and toast for breakfast now" he said, bowing slightly.

Risma turned to her mother for approval, and she nodded.

"May, if not inconvenient," replied Risma.

"No, Nyah, it is my duty, 'to serve the Madam, '" the servant explained.

"Thank you, yeah." Risma was a little uncomfortable with the mention of Madam, but she chose to keep quiet.

"Sorry, Nyah, what will you bring here inside?" ask again.

"Here alone, I still want to see the scenery from outside here" replied Risma. The waiter retreated to immediately make warm chocolate and toast for both of them.

"Ris, sit down yuk, there's something you want to say to Risma."

"Corn, Mother."

Risma then invited her mother to sit in a rattan chair not far from the pool.

"What do you want to say?" ask Risma quietly. Mom was silent, there seemed to be a doubt within her to start talking.

"Mak? What's mom saying?" ask Risma again. Mother's eyes look teary, taking deep breaths, exhaling slowly.

"Emak wants to separate from your father, Ris," he replied softly. Risma is still not sure what she heard, then back to make sure.

"What, Mom?" repeated again.

"Astaghfirullah, Mommy ... Mom really?" ask Risma again to be more convincing. Mom just nodded.

"But why, Mama?" hold her hand tightly. Slowly ... the eyes of the mother who was glazed began to flow crystal clear water.

"Excuse me, Nyah, the warm chocolate will be placed here as well" said the waiter, pausing the conversation between Risma and mother. My mother quickly wiped her tears.

"Yes, Tea, just put it here," replied Risma, after finishing her personal servant putting down food and drink, then immediately resigned.

"Sir, what's the matter, Mama?" ask again, continuing the interrupted conversation.

"Emak cape, Ris, confronts the nature and behavior of the father," he replied slowly. Back mom was silent.

"It's like you're hiding something from Risma? Because Risma is convinced, this is not just about the nature of the father," said Risma trying to guess the contents of the mind of the mother.

"Your father has another wife, Ris," she explained.

"The last five years, Ris. Mom just kept it to herself, didn't tell anyone." Mother's voice was raspy to hold the sobs.

"Yes, God, Mom ...." Surprised Risma heard it. I can't believe what he heard.

"Maybe Risma knows, you used to be that way when you were Junior High, right? And this is the third time, Ris, such a father. Mommy's heartache." Her tears came back.

"Every time he remarried, your father always told me as if my mother had no heart to keep hurting him. The silence of the mother is considered an agreement by the father," he lamented. While wiping her eyes with the tip of her hijab.

"Emac less patient what, Riss ...." Sobbing while stroking his chest, as if to eliminate the tightness in it.

Risma hugged her mother tightly, crying together. Well, Risma does know and can feel from a long time ago, if this mother keeps wounds and pain in silence and nature succumbs to it.

"Emak's wrong, Ris, if you give up?" her question was soft, after stretching out the embrace, looking at her daughter with pain that she kept quieting, and Risma was unable to answer her question.

"Emak can, will you stay with Risma?" asking slowly is like begging.

"Yes, Allah, Mother. Risma's house, mother's house as well" she replied, explaining her mother's request.

"For the sake of the children not to be ashamed, the mother survives, Ris. Even if your father is wrong, it is still the mother who has to give up. You always want your mom to understand you, but you never want to understand your feelings. Mom really, cape, Ris."

Risma really didn't know what to say. From a young age, he knew the nature of his father. Emotional, selfish, and always think himself right. Inversely with the nature of mother.

"Rise."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Emak doesn't want to go home, I want to stay with Risma and my grandchildren here, it's okay, right?" Risma smile.

"Risma said, if Risma's house, mother's house too. Bang Riswan is also happy if you want to stay here" explained Risma again. They were silent for a moment.

"We have breakfast, Mom. It's chocolate and the bread has been hunted cold" said Risma, then feed her birth mother with slices of bread.

"Emak like a little boy, Ris, wear all-fetched, '" protested mother.

"Mother, love Risma an opportunity to make her happy and take care of her mother. Risma had talked to Bang Riswan, wanted to send her mother to Hajj, and Bang Riswan immediately agreed."

"Yes, Allah, Rismaa ...." She stood up and hugged her daughter's body. Her crying came back. This was the happiest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. The Hajj to Mecca, and the happiness of the mother flowed the joints of Risma's body. His dream will soon be realized. Send your mother to Baitullah.

After breakfast, Risma plans to visit her home in the village. There were some important items he wanted to grab there. Risma had asked Riswan for permission on this matter, and he agreed.

Actually, Riswan has prepared all his needs as well as his children in this magnificent house. Her fingers were filled with new clothes that her husband had bought. Risma just wants to take her savings book, and plans to give a lot of groceries that are still piled up in the house to neighbors around the neighborhood where she used to live.

Accompanied by two bodyguards, Risma began to visit her former home with a vehicle that Riswan had prepared. Risma wanted to go alone to the village on foot. But the head of the housekeeper, Bude Ajeng did not allow it, because Mr. Riswan had ordered it as such.

Mother refused to be invited to participate, she no longer wanted to go back to the village until she met her father. And the plan after finishing taking the savings book at home, Risma will go directly to the city district to buy all the needs of the mother.

Risma is actually currently in a state of complete error. On the one hand he did not want to have his parents separated, but on the other hand, he could not have forced his mother. Risma is in a dilemma.

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The vehicle he was riding had reached the side of the road to go to his old house. While passing through the big family house, he had seen many people crowded in front of the mother house, and Risma had no desire to go there. Didn't you ever say that he's nobody else in that family.

'I have been cast out' said Risma in her heart, who still felt pain from the expulsion of that time.