Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 5's. Please take care of my husband

After the Ashar Salat, when the sun from morning hides behind the clouds. The sky looks dim, the air feels soft touching. I with my two daughters, Yuli and Neti intend to play at the mother's house, near the side of the main road of the village. Last visited mom when Kang Darman came four days ago. Not that I do not want to often go to the parents' house, but sometimes the words of my father and three brothers whose house is not far from them, make me a little reluctant if you want to go to this big house.

Honestly, if I wanted to be envious, I could have protested to my father, why my other brothers he gave land to build a house. As for me, from the land and the house all at the expense of my own husband who they say is poor.

Several times I told Bang Riswan about this, he just said, "Let it go, Neng. Dikasih taken not given no need to ask for, anyway we already have our own home." And I just agree.

By giving a little wage to two young men near my house, asking them to bring some gifts from the overgrown plantation factory, to give to my mother.

Honestly, I feel confused myself. Why am I the only one they give me sebako, child's milk, boxes of instant noodles, and snacks that are not sold in the stalls near the house, so that some neighbors there are envious, because it considers the plantation factory has been unfair.

The main road of the village near the mother's house looks very crowded. Unlike usual, which looks quiet and quiet. Because the end of this road is on a hill belonging to a private plantation that there is nothing there. Seen large truck cars then pass through this road, carrying material items such as cement, sand, and all the need to build a large building.

The hill at the end of the village road has a very beautiful view. Directly facing the mountain, the tea hill, and the green valley below. From this mother's house, the hill looks very clear with many people looking small and vehicles of various kinds. I don't know, what's being built there, intending to ask that later with mom.

My mother saw me sitting alone on the porch bale, along with two people carrying groceries, looking surprised by what I was carrying. This is arguably the first time I can give something to my mother, if only my life is more capable, surely I will often give anything for her happiness.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy." While kissing her mother's hand, and lowering the youngest Neti on the porch floor of the house to play with her sister Yuli, with each carrying a pack of large Chiki.

"Waalaikum greetings ... Yes, God, this is what Ris, so much. Where did you get it from?" ask mom while looking at the basic needs of whatever I give. I then told about the arrival of office people to my house, while delivering groceries.

"This is really, Ris, those uniformed office people who came and gave?"

"Really, Mom. Risma was confused, "I answered, opening a packet of potato snacks, and eating it with my mother.

"It's this much, there's rice, vegetable oil, soy sauce, instant noodles, make your family there isn't?" ask the mother again, while showing my gift items one by one.

"Thank God, that's more than enough, Mother." Re-stretching the same snack pack mom.

"They're wrong, Ris?"

"That's it, Mom, when Risma asked those office guys, they said it was for Risma."

"Sweety too, Ris. Though you, no one knows the office people well, the husband of Ela and Samsiah was just a field foreman not in uniform," said the mother, still guessing.

"Mom, it's big cars going back and forth carrying building materials to the end of the hill for what, Mommy?" I asked, trying to find out.

"No idea too, Ris, build the factory times. It's been two days. Even what you heard, the job was made 24 hours."

"By the way, where are you, Mom?"

"I don't know, Ris, didn't come home last night."

"Mak, isn't it?" Mom just shakes.

"Someone wants Risma to tell you the same, Mother," I said slowly.

"What story, Ris?"

"But Mom don't tell me the same father, Dad, Mom?" My mother just nodded.

"Bang Riswan, from the time he left when there was Kang Darman, until now has not returned home, Mak," I explained.

"Yes, Allah .. That was not about four days ago, Ris?" I'm nodding.

"Risma was confused, Mak, also worried, afraid of why-why with Risma's husband, let alone all his clothes there was nothing he brought," I explained, my eyes began to expand.

"Have you tried, Ris?"

"Where are you going, Mom? Risma doesn't know any of Bang Riswan's friends at all" I complained to Mother.

"Well, what's the guesthouse, huh, Mom?" I was really confused, not knowing what to do.

"No idea, Ris, mom's also bing-in"

"Wihh, it's a lot of very, very" said Samsiah, out of nowhere it came, or cut off Mom's conversation. Samsiah then like typing something on his cellphone, then without shame, open the contents of a large pocket of crackers containing kitchen needs that I deliberately gave to Mother.

"I asked for the sugar!" Ela, my other sister suddenly came. Looks like Samsiah sent him a message. He also immediately looked for what he wanted.

"The instant noodles ask also yes, Mak, for children," said Ela, while pulling the tape of the instant noodle cardboard adhesive. Samsiah was also busy trying to take a few packs of noodles.

"Hey! You have no shame! Instead of giving parents, who are always taking things that belong to Mom," I joked annoyed, plus Mother never complained, if Ela and Samsiah often take or ask for kitchen needs at all Mother.

"Teh Risma, if you want to come along, yes, ask? Do not also need to be banned," said Samsiah.

"This is a gift from Risma to mother," explained Mama.

"Hadehh .. where possible, Mother. Where's the money, Risma Tea?" ela replied, humbling me, and it was common for him to do so.

"All this stuff is mine for Mom. Put it again!" jerk again.

"But, 'wasn't it given to Mom, so it already belonged to Mom, dong?" elak Samsiah, have no shame. If only they wanted to be good and not hostile to me, surely they would have given me a little nest.

'prepare yourself for the future' Remembering Bang Riswan's words that he whispered at that time.

"Yes, you have no shame, claiming to be rich, but often asking for parents. Only beggars like to beg," I said scathingly. Arrogance to the proud is alms.

For a long time they both wanted to start a war, all this time I just kept quiet, and those times have to end now.

"Teh Risma said do not be careless, yes," said Samsiah threatening. Ela glared at me.

"If I were careless, what would you want!" I replied firmly, standing straight from the bale. I know my sisters, they're both timid, they don't have the guts, they're only brave if there's Kang Amran and you.

"It's Risma, don't." Mom pulled my shirt a little. My two sisters are starting to look wrinkled. They know me very well. The older brother who always defended them long ago after being bullied by his friends, or their upperclassman. Every time Ela or Samsiah complained while crying, it must have been the person who made them sad and afraid of me fighting, even men.

"Have taken it, Ela, Samsiah," said the mother, and with no shame, they actually took what I had given to her, as she stepped home without saying goodbye, not even thanking.

"Don't do that, ah, Risma, with your sisters," said Mother.

"But they are really overdue, Mak," I argued in a soft tone.

"After all, they're still your sisters, Ris?"

"Mak .. until whenever they remain Risma's sisters, but sometimes we also need to be firm, Mak, so that they are no longer careless," explained my mother. My birth mother was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

"Maybe it was because her mother was flabby, and could not be firm," he lamented to himself.

"No, Mom, maybe because Mom is too kind and sincere, so it's easy to take advantage of" I said, encouraging her.

"If so, I'll go home first, huh, Mom?"

I want to look around for clues in Bang Riswan's wardrobe. Who knows, we could get a clue about my husband's whereabouts. While kissing the back of his hand Mother, carrying Neti then left this big house, while leading Yuli.

Arriving at the house that is not how wide, I looked for any objects related to the past Bang Riswan. All her clothes in the closet I put them down and I checked them one by one. Little sideboard, drawer cot bed, the whole corner of the room, but I did not find a single clue.

Bang Riswan deliberately hid his past. Never told anything. Every time I ask him or ask him to tell me, my husband always says, "the past is not to be remembered or remembered." While smiling, even though I knew it was a smile of compulsion.

Bang Riswan is like harboring pain, harboring bitter stories related to his past.

"That eye is in the front, Neng, not in the back." He said it like that, and I don't know what that means.

I don't really care why my husband wants to save his past. Because sometimes, there are people who want to keep their personal secrets without wanting to be known by anyone, until the end of their lives. And of course, everyone has their own reasons for that.

Sitting with an empty view towards the expanse of tea garden from the front of the house.

'Where are you, Bang? Children miss you, as do I' Tears of worry and longing slowly begin to wet my cheeks.

'Yes, Allah .. please take care of my husband.'