I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOT YOU

Part 8's

I was cooking fried chicken when I heard a knock on the front door of the house. Brother Teguh who understood my busyness, finally walked to the door to see who the guests were visiting. Just at a glance I heard the voice of Mama Siska and Kak Teguh who were chatting with each other, then before long Kak Teguh came to the kitchen to bring a cake in a jar.

"Well, Mama Siska, she came here and brought this cake. Because after Christmas, there's still excess cake." Said Kak Teguh while putting the nastar cake.

"Yes anyway... well, but k*fir." Answer me with a ketus.

"You are so deck, later there will be neighbors to hear you do not feel good with Mama Siska."

"Udah ah, free to say the same Brother Teguh."

"What's the deck problem?"

I just kept quiet because I remembered the message from Khayzuran that made me upset.

"Cock-awkwardly, deck? Here let Brother cook, you rest first."

Sis Teguh immediately continued cooking activities in the kitchen while I lay in the room. I checked my phone and saw the status of WhatsApp Mas Alam who was online. Though this morning I saw Mas Alam was going to pick up Khayzuran in the village, maybe Mas Alam had arrived in the village because his status was inactive now online again.

[Assalamualaikum, Mas Alam.]

Before long it seemed to check two signs have been read but I waited a few minutes there was no reply. Maybe Alam is busy, I thought.

Instead of getting bored I slide into the group Community Can Blaspheme, as entertainment I want to write about Pertiwi only. Actually this Pertiwi figure is a figure that I hate because the name is a play on the name of the president. Not the president actually because my dream president is just the Sweet, although Sweet still serves as Governor. But later me and my fellow believers will support Manis to become President and depose Pertiwi.

As usual, just a few minutes my short story has penetrated hundreds of comments and like thousands. Just take a screenshot and charge the fee as usual to the person who told me to. For the preparation of the wedding with Mas Alam, I need a lot of money. I want this wedding to be celebrated massively even though I'm a widow. Let those who insult my status instantly fall silent and gape. Haha....

"Assalamualaik." Ida's voice rang out from the door sign that my only child had gone home from school.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Let's change clothes, after this eat ya." Sis Teguh came to open the door.

"Yes, Om."

While Ida was eating in the kitchen, shortly afterwards Brother Teguh approached me in the room.

"Why deck?"

"It's okay, brother."

"Sister's story, what's up. One week later you marry, after which your brother will go straight back to Arabia for work. While there, you won't be able to help."

My tears fell slowly, all this time I was far apart from Kak Teguh because of his work.

"Sorry, Brother. I don't want to worry you."

"Sister's story, what's up."

"Wife Mas Alam still disagrees, Brother." My words while handing over the cell phone, containing a conversation with Khayzuran.

Brother Teguh shook his head weakly and looked compassionately at me.

"Sister said, isn't it too rushed. Moreover being the second was not entirely delicious."

"But I love Nature."

"Don't agree?"

"Don't agree if it makes you happy."

"Thank you, brother."

"Eating first yuk into the kitchen, we have not eaten together for a long time like when parents are still alive."

I got out of bed and wiped the rest of my tears. Then we went to the kitchen for lunch. Seen Kak Teguh who was chatting with Ida. If Kak Teguh had been married, his life would not feel empty because there are children and wives beside him.

*****

At night I re-open the phone to see the last chat with Mas Alam, but still no reply. I fear that Mas Alam will cancel our wedding plans if permission from Khayzuran is not obtained. While Kak Teguh wanted my marriage to be recorded in KUA, not serial marriage because Kak Teguh could not fully protect me if I was in Arabia. Besides I also do not want to marry in series, what if Mas Alam leaves me and does not provide for me, I will not be able to sue him legally.

The hour hand has shown the number 12 nights but these eyes seem reluctant to be closed. Back I stared at the phone, looking through Abu Fauzan's account which could update up to dozens of times a day. With its status that provokes women to pursue it.

I don't know what got into you, my ex-husband? Been married twice but still eyeing innocent innocent women for you to seduce. You said you were the most handsome man but the truth is completely reversed. And somehow also the women want to be teased as if they need a caress.

"Ih, disgusting." Mumbles.

Ting!

[Mas kangen.]

The message from Mas Alam that made me shocked and longed for this suddenly burst back into my chest.

[Finally I sent the news too]

[Sorry yes, I was busy so I haven't had time to reply]

[So what about Khay?]

[She has agreed, tomorrow Mas go home and after that we go to KUA register the marriage file]

[Alhamdulillah]

Ah, glad my heart finally my desire to marry Mas Alam will be achieved. I had wanted to ask about Khayzuran's parents, but I thought it was not important anymore considering Mbak Khay had agreed to be polygamous.

I took ablution and performed the circumcision prayer, praying that my marriage this time could last until death separated the two of us.

Meanwhile, the,

POV Nature

It turned out that it was very easy for me to persuade Khayzuran, with the capital of the Hadith and the Qur'an of ustadz, I finally managed to get a permit to remarry. Of course my parents are very happy, they have long wanted grandchildren because my wife has not been able to get pregnant.

POV Khayzuran

I give up does not mean I lose. I will continue to fight to keep my husband. Just wait for you Anna Diana, just look at my calculations later. I'm gonna make my husband hate you.