Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 6's. Not Sending News

Time seems to slow down. The missed seconds brought unrest, worry, longing, all mixed into one. And the one thing I hate the most, I don't know what to do.

It's been almost two months, I don't know the whereabouts of my husband, Bang Riswan. I pray to the Owner of All, to ask for protection and safety wherever my husband is. Crying in the third of the night, morning and evening, in my prayer and prostration. May my husband be well wherever he is.

Actually, as long as there is no Bang Riswan, I have no trouble meeting my daily needs. In the last two months alone, office people from the plantation have come three times carrying the same amount of basic food packages as when they first gave. Also twice from the same office person, gave cash in an envelope with a sizable amount, which I myself had never held money in that amount.

I tried to refuse the money and would not accept it, but the office people who were sent begged me to take it, afraid they would be fired if I refused.

Every time I ask, who told them to give all this to me and my two children, they always say they don't know. Just running the command, that's all the answer.

The big envelopes contained the money they gave me, most of it I saved at the village bank, and the rest I bought clothes, shoes, for my daughters. Soap and skin care body and face care, as well as a robe for me.Don't forget I also buy it for Mom.

I bought a television and a fan for the entertainment of my two children, and helped to divert their longing to his father. As for buying a refrigerator is a pity, because the weather in this village is always cold.

To be honest, I was happy with what I got, but I was also sad, my husband Bang Riswan did not enjoy it. Sleeping where he was, had eaten or not, sometimes rice with side dishes could not be swallowed if imagining the fate of my husband now in a place I do not know where.

'You where the hell, Bang, it's so evil that you didn't send any news to us' my inner moan.

Ical, my niece, came to the house to let me know that I was called by Father and Mother. Then asked my nephew to accompany my daughter Yuli and Neti to watch television, while I met Father.

This village has started to stir, after the building on the hill was completed. It was to build a luxurious house there. So, every afternoon residents in this village have their own entertainment by enjoying the beauty of the magnificent house on the hill.

Some workers say that there are hundreds of workers to complete the building to be completed quickly. Apparently, the owner of a luxury house on the hill was a very wealthy man, so that the magnificent building could be completed as planned.

The workers have mostly left this village, and already from three days yesterday the turn of the cars carrying furniture and electronic goods back and forth to the whitewashed luxury house.

Arriving at the mother house, not only the Father turned out to be there, but also Kang Amran, Ela, Samsiah, and Mother. Sit with them on the floor carpet. Then he started the conversation by asking questions.

"Risma, I just found out from your brothers, if Riswan has not been home for almost two months. Right so?" ask, sounding loud.

I was silent for a moment, it seemed like it was no longer possible to cover up.

"Right, sir," I replied, all eyes staring at me sharply. I was positioned as the defendant, only Mother looked at me with a sad look.

"That means, the Riswan is indeed a man who is not real, and not responsible," said Mr. Ketus. I just fell silent.

"Then, after the Riswan left, you were playing with the office people from the plantation? Good if so, then let the father who takes care of the divorce papers for you," he said, lightly in assessing a problem, but did not know the real problem.

"Astagfirullah, that's not true, sir. Risma has nothing to do with anyone. Risma is still valid as Bang Riswan's wife," I argue, against Father's accusation.

"Alahh .. if there is no play with office people, where might they always send so many souvenirs for you? The three of us, akang, the husband of Ela and Samsiah who had been in and out of the factory for decades, had never been treated like that" Kang Amran said at will.

"Yes, how does Risma know, Kang? They're just saying that the shootings were all for Risma. About the reason why, Akang alone asked directly with them if they still do not believe," I explained, refuting the accusations.

"And one more. Risma will never demand divorce from Bang Riswan" I said firmly.

His face was hardened, his eyes were angry.

"Basic son tol*l! Parents like this because they love you? Don't want to see you poor!" sentak.

"Indeed Risma Tea, men have no future so much to hope for" Samsiah said, smiling cynically at me.

"You don't have to interfere with the affairs of the elders!" I snapped to Samsiah.

"You don't need to be so much as to care or pity the life of the mother. Just take care of your own life?" chirped me to Ela.

"You are, Risma. Not know yourself? Your brothers are concerned, considerate, even considered to interfere," said Kang Amran, I saw that Mother was just silent while looking at me.

"If so, stop caring!" my jolt didn't lose out hard. The father shuffled from his seat to approach me, and quickly.

"Plak ....!!"

His hand quickly slapped me, the heat of this cheek felt slapped.

"Sir!" Mom approached, trying to prevent.

"Shut up at your place, Sawiyah!" he snapped loudly, pointing to Mom, and she undoed her intention to approach me. My mother's eyes looked teary.

"The longer, the louder your mouth gets!" snapped Father again, I was still holding my cheek that still feels pain due to the slap earlier.

"Risma will ask, sir. Where's the sassy place?" my words while sobbing.

"Risma only asked that the family not to interfere with Risma's household affairs. Risma who lived, Risma also felt. Do you want your household to be followed by you too, even though you yourself feel everything is fine?" obviously, still sobbing. It hurts, not because of the slap, but because they just pretend to care.

"Yes, already, if indeed you no longer want to be cared for. Never come to this house again!" joked Mister, started standing right in front of me. My mother looks crying. While my other brothers, keep staring cynically.

I stood up immediately, right in front of my father. This arrogant man I called Father is really very disappointing. Selfish, feeling that he is the most right and understanding of my feelings.

"Well, sir, if that's what you want, Father," I replied, accepting the challenge.

"And from this day on, you are no longer my daughter. They are also not your brothers," said the Father, staring intently.

Yes, Allah .. It hurts. Just because I didn't want to follow his will, he just threw me out and didn't acknowledge me as part of a big family.

"All right, sir, please. Risma still does not want to part with Bang Riswan," I said again, firmly. Approaching and kissing the hands of the Mother who was still crying went silent. Apologized to him, and then started to leave the house.

"Remember, yeah, Risma. One day you will regret not hearing my father's words!" screeched, his tone was still fiery.

I stopped right in front of the exit of the house, turned my body to look at the Father. My heart still hurts, my breath is tight, this cheek is wet with tears.

"You said it yourself, if I don't have a father." Hurry up to leave this mansion, without looking back.

"Based on a bad boy! Don't know the favor!"

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After Djuhur, two days after the events at the house of the Father. My two daughters, Yuli and Neti, are well dressed and fragrant. By using the new clothes I bought from the money given by the office people.

At two o'clock, my children and I were invited by a tea processing plant that gave us a donation to attend an event that I myself did not know what the purpose of the event was for.

All the citizens of my village who are not too many are all getting invitations. My mother, father, and my other brothers, I heard that they also had an invitation.

According to some residents, this tea factory is getting ready as if it will get a super important guest visit. Seen from the face wall of the factory that has all been painted new, with many large bouquets for welcoming special guests, said my neighbor. And some say, if the owner of the largest tea factory in the province is coming.

Successor of Muchtar Kusumateja.