Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 4's. A Better Life

It has become a habit, if Kang Darman returns home outside the time of Lebaran Eid al-Fitr, my brother and his family will stay overnight at this big family home. Because what fills this house is only the father and mother everyday.

This shared house is quite large. Plenty of free space, as there is not too much furniture. There are no living room chairs, all just carpeted. If there are any guests, they all sit down.

Kang Darman's family just spent the whole day with all of us. Pick coconuts, or take fruits directly from the tree, because this village still looks very natural and fresh air.

Since permission to go home. My husband, Bang Riswan, can no longer be seen returning to my father's house. Maybe Bang Riswan decided to wait at home instead.

My two daughters had just fallen asleep, after I had done that. While I sat alone in front of the porch. Accompanied by the sound of crickets and flickering light fireflies. The weather tonight is cold piercing, beyond the usual nights.

What is my husband doing? Have you eaten or not? While from dawn I was busy at Mother's house, did not have time to cook at home. At noon Bang Riswan did not want to eat here' My heart was restless.

"What's the matter, Ris, how come you haven't slept?" A little surprised, because suddenly Kang Darman was already next to me.

"Not sleepy, Kang?" I replied, turning my eyes back to the darkness of the trees.

"Their behavior towards you hasn't changed, has it, Ris?" I smiled, looking up at my first brother who was sitting next to me.

"That's it, Kang. It seems, if I were still with Bang Riswan, their treatment would always be so."

"You happy, Ris?" ask Kang Darman. I was silent for a moment, accompanied by silence and the sound of crickets singing.

"What is happiness, Kang? Is it treasure?"

"You think?"

"Come, Kang. If treasure is a measure of happiness, then I am not happy, because I do not have."

"Then what's the size, Ris?"

"Bang Riswan is not rich, Kang .. but he is affectionate with Risma and the children. Never been rude or rude. Understanding, also patience. Although his patience sometimes irritates me," I explained to Kang Darman.

"If the size isn't a treasure, then I'm happy, Kang."

"You don't want to have a better life for your kids, Ris?"

"Better life, Kang?" askaku.

"Yes, a better life. For example in terms of security. Fulfillment of needs, or even have a lot of money?"

"If life is better, its purpose is because of its many treasures. Maybe Qorun has been made a prophet, Kang?" Kang Darman laughed at my voice.

"Ris, as I heard, now you're forcing you to divorce Riswan, huh?" I didn't answer, just nodded slowly.

"Certainly, what's your own camera?"

"I have to ask for a divorce, what's the reason, Kang?"

"Because you were forced by Father, for example."

"Well, I can't, Kang. As parents force, but there is no element of evil that the husband does. Risma wouldn't want it like that. As long as Risma's husband is able to meet the needs of the family. Dear wife and child. Although not rich, it seems inappropriate for Kang, if Risma asks for a divorce just because life is difficult." Exhaling slowly, reducing the tightness that clumps.

"Bang Riswan has fulfilled all the obligations of a husband, Kang. Although small and simple, we have a home. To eat every day, even if we want to, we can. With family, dear Bang Riswan. Then what else do I have to sue, Kang? If the basic needs are met."

"You don't want to be like everyone else, Ris. Have jewelry. Expensive furniture. Nice house?" I smiled, looking at my number one brother's face.

"Maybe everyone wants to be like that, Kang. But if my husband can only meet the main needs according to the standards of responsibility of a husband. Well, I can't force you to ask for more." I held the hand of Kang Darman, my most beloved brother.

"I believe. My husband is the man in charge, Kang. He will meet every basic need, including if my children grow up and need higher costs. Right now, he is only able to meet the needs according to the standard of living, and that is in accordance with the guidance of our religion, Kang. I do not complain because I am considered poor, but I do not accept that poor people are considered to have no self-respect." I don't feel like my tears are expanding and shedding slowly. My brother clasped my shoulder, clenched tightly into his arms, said softly.

"My sister is indeed a good woman who does not demand too much."

"Oh, yes, Ris, this is for you" said Kang Darman, putting several hundred thousand bills in my lap.

"What's this for, Kang, this much money?" my many.

"Make you buy candy" he whispered, then laughed, and I laughed. From the time I was a child, when Kang Darman was not married and still living in this house, he always gave me pocket money. Kang Darman is the best brother to me.

My brother is a hard worker. Going to a big city only capitalizes on strong determination and the desire to change livelihoods. And now, he has been able to subdue the harshness of competition in the big city of Jakarta.

"Kang?"

"Why, Ris."

"If I buy this kind of money, my teeth can porous all, Kang?"

He laughed again, even harder. I was too, happy it felt like it could be this close to a brother of blood. If only my other brothers could act like Kang Darman.

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It's been four days since Kang Darman's return. My husband, Bang Riswan, hasn't come home yet. I was confused where my husband is now. I have to look for him where. How to contact him, while Bang Riswan's mobile phone does not have.

All of his clothes in the closet were still intact, not a single one that Bang Riswan had brought. My children, Yuli and Neti, always ask where her father is. I can only tell if their father is working in the city, and lucky at such a small age they can understand, even though I know my daughters must be very longing for his father.

"Assalamualaikum." The sound of the greeting startled my daydream, rushing to open the door to find out who was coming.

"Waalaikumsalam" I answered, opening the door. It was seen that several uniformed plantation employees were standing in front of the house, with many piles of items, of various kinds. It looks like a complete shotgun, with some formula milk dus. Also a variety of expensive children's snacks, which are only in the mini market."

"Sorry, excuse me. Is this really Risma Wulandari's house?" ask one of the plantation employees.

"Right, Kang, I'm on my own," I replied, a little surprised. "What do you need, Kang?"

"Oh, here, Tea. We were ordered to deliver these necessities to the house, Teteh," he replied. Apparently, there are still three more employees who are lifting similar items to my house.

"Is-this all for me?" my question, a little trembling. Being shocked to see this much of a pot, it was enough to open a simple grocery store.

"Yes, Tea" he answered, asking his friends to put all the necessary items into the house, having previously asked me for permission. Seen some neighbors gathered to witness this all, because it is rare for factory employees to come to this village. At most only ordinary non-uniform laborers who work as tea leaf pickers. If employees in uniforms like this, in our village he called "Office people" and this is a rare event for them, saw so many office people come to the house, even transporting goods.

"I-this isn't the wrong address, is it? manyu timid. While watching the office employee back and forth put the shampoo into the house.

"That's right, right, Risma Wulandari, with two sons Yuli and Neti?" ask him to be more confident.

"Yes, right," I replied again.

"That means we didn't have the wrong address" he replied, then took my photo for evidence he said, also photographing all the items he had delivered.

"Sorry, Kang. Who's this all telling you?"

"I don't know, Tea. We just follow orders" he replied, saying he was about to return to his workplace.

"Eh, I'm sorry, Kang, just ask me one more time."

"Ask what, Tea," he replied, very polite attitude of these office people towards me.

"The news is true, Kang. If Mr Muchtar Kusumateja, the plantation owner is gone?" tanyaku, want to ascertain the rumors circulating in this village.

"Ohh, Big Boss. Right, Tea. Just three days ago, he died. This tea factory and plantation is mah, maybe just his prank business, Teh. Because the greater effort is still much more," he replied, saying goodbye to leaving my house.

Closing the door again, looking at the pile of items in the living room. A sense of wonder and confusion raged in my mind.

'Whoever has ordered, moved the contents of one grocery store to my house'