Husband Who Is Always Humiliated
Part 7's. Big Event
My two daughters, Yuli and Neti, already look beautiful and cute, wearing Muslim clothes with matching colors, hijab floral motifs, like Princess Muslimah.
The smooth, light brown, flared-arm-topped style, as well as the dark green hijab of the fabric I created myself, became the clothing I chose to meet the invitation of the tea-processing factory.
From the window of the house, it was seen that the neighbors in neat and nice clothes began to leave for the same place.
The invitation of the large factory became a hot topic of conversation in the last two days, because this had never happened, as long as the factory began to stand in this village.
It is also written there if each family head present will receive a complete basic package and accommodation money from the company, there is also a bit of curiosity from residents who want to know what the contents of the factory and who the owner of the factory.
"Are you ready to take a walk?" ask my two daughters, who rarely go anywhere.
"Ready mother," replied the youngest Neti, while jumping around happily, while the eldest Yuli continued to flutter her robe.
"Don't you like his shirt?" I asked the elder, crouching in front of him.
"Like Mom, very good," she answered cheerfully.
"Mother ... Mom," call the youngest, Neti.
"What, Grandpa?" my question, while tidying up the hijab that is slightly tilted.
"Dedek jayan-jayan, would you like to see Dad, Mom?" tanyanya polo's. I was speechless, I was confused as to what to answer, only able to smile without being able to answer the question in the youngest.
"Assalamualaikum." There was the sound of greetings from the door, and I knew it was the voice of one of the people in the plantation office, who every time he sent money or groceries, he was always there.
"Greetings waalaikum" I replied, walking from the living room to the front of the living room to open the door.
"Mas Aris, what's up, Mas?" I asked the man from Mas Aris' plantation office. Because so often he came to this house to deliver groceries or money, to the extent that I know his name, he also began to know my two daughters.
"Sorry, Teh, I was asked by the leadership to pick up, Teteh," replied Mas Aris, an overseas person from Semarang who had worked for ten years at PT this plantation.
"No need to bother, Mas, me and the children can go alone by riding an ojek," I explained, rejecting his subtle invitation.
"Don't worry, Tea, pity Yuli and Neti, heat on the road, anyway if my leader knows Teteh ride ojek not with me, later I can be fired, Tea," replied Mas Aris, with the accent that has been slightly affected by the language of the native tribes of this area. It's always the reason, fear of being fired, if I don't want to follow or refuse a gift from the Company. To be honest, I was really curious, who was the one who had told Mas Aris to do all this.
"But I so bad this Mas Aris, already troublesome, even use all picked up," my excuse again, looking for an excuse.
"Don't be so bad, Tea. If Risma Tea does not want to, it means that Teteh does not feel sorry for my wife's children. If I get fired, what will my wife's child eat, Tea?" he said, putting on a sad face. Funny and a little bit lebay this Mas Aris.
"Eat the rice, Mas, eat the stone" I said, marking it. Aris laughed immediately.
"Come on, Risma Tea, are we leaving now?" invite him, I nodded in agreement, then immediately called my two daughters, all asking them to turn off the television.
"Is there anything to bring, Tea?" ask Mas Aris, offer his help. I shook my head, The man who had one child then carried Neti, and walked ahead of me.
My house was a bit in and uphill, away from the highway and the car could not get in, so Mas Aris parked the vehicle on the side of the main road of the village. The same road as the road in front of the house that ends now in a magnificent house on a hill.
The neighbors' eyes looked strange and suspicious, seeing me and the kids being picked up by the office guy in a nice car, treated differently to the others.
Father's words have a point, most of our villagers assume if I have a special relationship with the plantation office people, so my husband Bang Riswan ran away because I had an affair. But I leave it without any explanation from me. Besides because the news is not true, and I have never heard directly about the affair. Although there are some people who complain about it, and the slander all comes from my two sisters, Ela and Samsiah. Because some who complain always point to the two of them, about where they started to hear the issue.
It's great that my two children ride in private vehicles, things that they rarely and probably almost never feel at all, and indeed other than to my mother's house I rarely travel, too, that's why they're so excited.
Along the way, unceasingly the two of them continued to babble. His gaze out the car glass turned left and right. Whatever they point and ask, and thank God, Mas Aris who drives does not feel disturbed, it looks happy.
The car driven by Mas Aris began to enter the factory area. True what my neighbors say, if the front paint of this factory all looks new. The high walls surrounding the factory, the security posts, also the office building, Mas Aris explained to me.
My village has seen many people arriving, they walk on the road in the factory area. The car I was riding was going slowly, as there were many citizens on the left-right side of the road.
My two daughters who from the beginning asked for the window glass to be opened, busy calling here and there, to his friends who followed his parents to attend this event. While I just look down embarrassed to be silent, surely later the issue of my affair will be more and more discussed.
But I'm not worried that if Bang Riswan comes home and hears about those issues, I'm sure he'll trust me.
"Grandma!"
"Achel!"
With great joy, my two daughters, Yuli and Neti, called out to anyone they knew, waving their hands. Very happy they look.
My mother, Father, and all my brothers looked on in surprise and with astonished eyes. They were all on foot, while me and my children were riding in nice cars, even to the front door of a meeting hall where the event would be held.
An invitation? Astagfirullah ..just remembered if I forgot to bring the invitation card. Mas Aris was still busy parking the car not far from the meeting hall.
"Mass?" I asked him a little hesitating, to Mas Aris, who had already turned off the engine of his vehicle.
"Why Risma Tea?"
"How about this, I forgot to bring the invitation card," I complained. Aris laughed a little.
"Just relax, Risma Tea. Strange, 'will come with me later, '" he replied, and it calmed me down.
We also started to enter the large hall building. Very lively and lively this event was held. Hundreds of eyes stared at me and Mas Aris who was holding Neti while Yuli held my hand.
True said Mas Aris, me and my children did not go through the registration and examination process like the others. Not asked about the invitation card, but still get a consumption box even for the three of us.
Stepping into the hall, right in front of the entrance was a large and magnificent stage, with various kinds of ornamentation. This hall is surrounded by long benches circling the room made of ceramic tiles. In the middle of the room there are iron benches lined up neatly all facing the stage. Some of the rooms were already filled with invitations with audible fanfare.
Mas Aris, take me to a separate seat from the other invitation, not far from the side of the stage. So that everyone sitting in my place will be seen from the row of invited guest chairs facing straight from the entrance to the large stage. And the different seats contained all my brothers, Mother and Father. Just my big family. I was confused as to why only our extended family was separated.
I came to them, and kissed Mom's hand, and wanted to kiss her hand. But roughly my hand was pushed aside, throwing my face away. I was silent, to be honest my heart hurt.
The enthusiasm of our villagers, in addition to wanting to know what this factory looks like, basic packages, accommodation costs, as well as entertainment from the capital artist, and Lesti Kejora as the main artist. I don't know how many hundreds of millions of funds issued by the owner of this factory to hold a grand and lively event.
Sure enough, the show started with a musical performance, with the singer-artists from the television talent search who honestly I myself do not know what his name is, if not the host who told me. Because, having a television plane was only about two weeks, it was controlled by both my children, with a lot of watching cartoons.
Ela and Samsiah seem to know the name of every singer who performs on stage. Not shy, they and their husbands join dancing in front of the stage with other invitations. My village, and some office employees.
As for me, amidst the hubbub and lively atmosphere, my heart felt empty. My mind always remembers Bang Riswan. When my life improved, her father's children were not there.
'Where are you, Bang?'
The music show is over, seen some officers tidying up the entertainment stage quickly. The organizers seem to be really busy. There were whispers if the replacement Big Boss of the late Mr. Muchtar Kusumateja was present. Me and my two children were focused on looking up at the stage, as a voice sounded calling me slowly.
"Miss ...."
I heard that voice, also heard by my two children.
"Bang Riswan ..My lips trembled as I said his name, my tears were already expanding. My husband, still wearing the same clothes and sandals as when he last left home.
Dad ....!" Both my children came down and immediately hugged his father, clearly visible if they really harbored a longing.
I hugged Bang Riswan's body, ignoring the hundreds of eyes that might be looking at us.
Bang Riswan kissed his two children, his eyes were crying.
"Where to go? It's so evil that you didn't tell me," I whispered, with a sobbing voice holding back the cry. Bang Riswan just smiled, rubbing the water on my cheek.
"The hard people have no shame" he said, hatefully.
"Yes, make our family ashamed, come in shabby clothes like that" said Bang Amran, nyinyir. I ignored their words, my heart was happy, the four of us were still embracing each other.
"Bikin' embarrassed! It is difficult to use hugging events of all kinds," said the father again.
I spoke slowly, while continuing to cry.
"Eneng and the kids, kangen, Bang." While wiping away tears.
"Abang is also kangen with you, a small family brother," said Bang Riswan, then carrying Neti the youngest daughter.
"Torak, so much," said Samsiah, a cynical face was seen from the face of Ela as well as others. Only the mother I saw smiled with teary eyes.
"If only I didn't want to know who was the successor of Mr. Muchtar, I'd already left home!" shreds Tohir.
"Already Risma, you better go out first with the irresponsible unemployed, rather than just ruining the event" he said. But even though we looked violent, none of the committee rebuked, maybe because they did not care, or did not hear the loud words of the Father.
"Yes, nih, make the mood so plummet," said Kang Amran who sat behind me.
"Here you go, Bang .. Let's just go home."
I don't want to make a fuss in this crowded place, the sane better just give up. Back home, welcome my beloved husband home. Bang Riswan, half my life.
