I Borrowed Your Wife's Rahim
Prologues
Flashbacks
I, Lisa Febriana.My age has just stepped on 22 years.I got married when I was 18 years old.At that time, I just graduated High School.
I married not because of Married By Accident or because of love.I was forced to marry young because of debt of gratitude and to connect life and maybe also for the pedestal of life.
Not only for myself, but also for both my parents and Nanda, my little sister.Our life is arguably very deficient and again, my father is also often sickly.
Moreover, the families of my parents were no longer willing to approach because they were prejudiced, that poor people like us would often come to beg.
From my childhood, my parents fought hard to finish my school until at least I graduated High School.But, it turns out fate did not fit the plan.The Creator of Nature again gave trust to my family when I graduated Junior High School.
My mother is known to be pregnant with a second child.I was angry and protested, why while in a state of decline like this, my mother even pregnant again.
For days father gave me understanding and made me realize that life, death, sustenance and soul mate man already there who set.
Even if the desire is not in accordance with reality, it means we must submit to the scenario of God.Stay trying and praying, so that we can pass everything sincerely.
My father is working hard so that I can continue my education, let alone there is my sister-to-be in my mother's womb.The pregnancy of my second mother is arguably fussy.
Digestion of the mother can not accept any food that has just been swallowed, so that makes the mother limp helpless and can no longer help the father work which of course affects the economy of the family.
Because of the limited cost, the mother was never taken to the hospital or obstetrician.Ayah only able to bring the mother to check the contents to the midwife around my residence.
I had time to undo my intention to continue school because I could not bear to see father.I really want to help him scavenge or collect used items to be deposited to the besieger.
But I vehemently refused my wishes and promised to continue to strive to meet the needs of the family.She hoped, so that someday I could have a better life in the future.So because of the spirit of my father, so because of the spirit of my father,I was also excited to continue my schooling.
Days change weeks and months.Mother's pregnancy is getting bigger and no longer fussy.And for 7 months, I secretly seek my own income by busking.Of course without my parents' knowledge.
If they ask why I often come home late, I reasoned that there was PR that had to be done in groups, and fortunately my mother's father did not ask any further.Toh in the first semester yesterday, the first semester,still ranked fourth, for me it doesn't matter, the important thing is still to enter the top ten.
I used to buy the stationery I needed, to buy a drink or a loaf of bread when I was thirsty and hungry for a ride down the city bus, and if there was any leftover...I saved up the pocket money that Dad gave me, so I could help ease the school fees a little.
Capitalize bottle cap that is united with a piece of wood and nails and my singing hobby when bathing or washing at home, has been quite earning rupiah.
As my sister's birthday approaches,I could buy some unowned baby equipment with my savings money which I again joined with the lie that the items were gifts from a friend who also had a little sister.
I am grateful when my sister was born healthy and normal without significant constraints.So the problem of cost can be overcome.Alas the midwife in my place has been very understanding with the condition of our family.
The presence of my little sister who once wanted me to refuse, when it became happiness in the middle of the family.Nanda Asyfa, can really divert our suffering.
However, that happiness was slightly torn apart after Nanda was 6 months old and I had just moved up to second grade.
Fathers are often sickly, so more at home because it is not possible to work.Perhaps because the father is too hard to work to forget time even does not pay attention to his own health.
Moreover, the place works my work with germs and dirt.So I assume, it's definitely a sick father because of it.If reminded just always say yes.If taken to the midwife or doctor also always refused on the grounds he is fine, he said,ordinary pain, drinking drug stalls will be cured by themselves rather than wasting money.
Either way let alone me and my mother persuaded father.The money busking is also rarely left and I can not save anymore, because since my father was sick, family finances have certainly been very minus.
Until one day, while I was busking in the city, there was a passenger who gave me three hundred thousand bills after I had sung some songs.
The man said that my voice was very nice and fitting, so he asked me to sing a few more songs, after which he gave me a business card and asked me to come to the address listed there.
Before going down, the man gave me another two pieces of red paper with Sukarno-Hatta's picture and said that it was for the cost of the trip to his office.
Half an hour later, the bus I was riding arrived at the terminal.I got down and walked about 100 meters towards the bus stop.
Instantly in my mind immediately came the hope that I would get a better job, whether as a cleaning service or waitress, I did not care, which is important to get results from halal work.
With a smile and a carefree heart, I walked away from the bus stop, looking for an angkot to go home, and intended to meet my future boss during the school holidays.
Arriving home, I took a shower, ate and told my father and mother everything, including my confession that I had been busking all this time.
My father and mother were surprised but not to scold me.Because want to be angry at anything, everything has already happened.
My struggle to seduce and convince my parents to allow me to go to the cafe was also not easy.For a few days I kept begging to be allowed until my father and mother agreed to my wishes on the terms and conditions to always take care and be careful.
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I observed the trees on the right side of the road through the window of the city bus I was riding.This time, I hitchhiked not to bus, but to meet the cafe owner in the city center.
Because almost all the drivers, grandparents and bus conductor recognized my face.so I could arrive at Yudhistira cafe safely and free, hehehe....
Yudhishthira, whom I did not want to call "Sir" on the pretext that he was not married, allowed me to enter,directly discussed the problem of work that turned out to ask me to be a singer in his cafe with the accompaniment of the band that was already available.
Because he knew that I was still in school, so he didn't force me to work for him or not.
If I want, I can work every day from four in the afternoon to nine in the evening with shuttle facilities, forwardrobe and of course with consumption that I may not have enjoyed before.
And without any more ba-bi-bu I immediately agreed to the deal, and I lived my days with joy.Slightly by little, my family's finances were helped and changed until almost two years I worked for Yudhishthira,I was shocked by my boss's statement.
He blatantly asked me to get married.Saying willing to pay for my college and my father's heart surgery which was at that time my savings were not enough for the cost of surgery.
When I told her that her request would be answered a few more months waiting for me to graduate, she had already acted first.
Buying a nicer and more comfortable home for my family, financing my heart surgery to my dad's quick to handle, enrolling me in a good University and giving me everything my family needs especially Nanda.
Watching it all makes me cry happy and frustrated.How can I get married at such a young age?
How could I have a marriage without love?
But I cannot refuse, I owe a great debt to Yudhishthira that I cannot pay.
He was the one who had lifted me from the slump and poverty, plus many great things he had just done for me and my family.
Especially with everything he did, it must have made my parents agree to his request to marry me, and sure enough, the blessing of my parents had been bagged.
I can not avoid, the meeting of two families finally happened.AyahYudhistira who was a single parent was impressed just up to the choice of the only son of the puppet.
Until after I graduated High School, the qobul school confirmed me and Yudhistira as husband and wife.And I did not expect, this is where all the sweet things I expected turned 180 degrees into bitterness and pain.
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