JIWO PROMISE

Mamak Recognition

Witri came out of her room thirsty. There is no obligation to pray magrib that must be lived Witri because he was the arrival of his monthly guests since three days ago.

She smiled wryly as she recalled the face of Hari who seemed to hide her disappointment by chuckling softly as Witri said she was coming by the moon.

The day does not pout let alone nag.

"No papa. We can even do our first night in our house later." said Hari while stroking her cheeks gently while glancing humorously.

Hari Witri deg-degan was half dead when she felt that touch.

Worry Day will do more. He's not ready yet. Or not willing? I don't know.

Witri obviously didn't want Hari to do more this time.

Don't first.

He needs to make up his mind again to accept the reality of his life.

The fact that he is legally Hari belongs to Hari entirely.

But his concerns have not been proven.

Day stop on the elusan cheek only.

Hfffff....

This day will be broken until the completion of the Isya prayer'.

"Wit, Day to break?" ask mamak who seems to have just finished taking ablution.

"Yes." replied Witri briefly. His eyes circulate throughout the kitchen that already looks neat as usual, as if there is no trace if a few days yesterday in this kitchen is very frenzied because of his wedding celebration.

All the restless neighbors had already returned home after all was clean before the magrib adhan earlier.

All that remains are some types of leftover snacks from which are used as guest banquets and distributed to the neighbors who are fretted.

"Mamak pray for a while. You wait there." Mamak ordered without stopping his steps towards his room.

Witri was a little surprised by the orders of his mother. But he chose to obey.

He made two hot cups of tea for her and mamak as their friend chatted later.

He snacked on the tengginang he took from the former can of bread that seemed to have been very paired with rengginang.

"His father did not come home. It is also nipu. Huuuu!"

Duanggg! Witri's light punch in the tin filled the kitchen's silence.

Tomorrow is her last day in this house because she will follow her husband to his place of service, in Aceh.

An area very far from his hometown.

I don't know when else he can set foot in this city again.

Mas Hari said that in three or four years they could go home.

Long time.

The corner of Witri's eyes caught the presence of the mamak who stepped slowly towards him.

"I made tea, Mom." Said Witri while bringing a glass of tea that was still hot in front of her mother who was already sitting on the wooden chair next to her.

"Today back and forth magrib what are they' in violation?" mamak asked while opening the lid of his hot tea glass. The steam billows thinly towards the top of the glass as the aroma of tea is out.

"Everyone isya' is violated he said." replied Witri relaxed.

Mama nodded with a relieved face.

But Witri knew there was something her mama had hidden from her this time.

"What are you talking about, Mom?" ask Witri without wasting any time.

She thought her mom wanted to talk to her on purpose when Day wasn't around. Is there a secret that Hari cannot know?

"It's about Jiwo" said Mamak while looking at Witri's face that looked flat but his eyes could not lie if he was shocked.

"Jiwo why?" ask Witri calmly. To cover up his deg-debs, he chose to bite his tenon big.

"Your passport to Jakarta the other day, a few days after you leave, Jiwo here." mamak explained, making Witri spontaneously stop chewing his horn.

"Here?! To this house?!" ask Witri in shock.

Mamak.

"Why don't you tell a story?" ask Witri sadly.

"He basically wants to show his seriousness to you. That's why he came all the way here" said Mamak as if he did not care about Witri's words.

Witri shook her head in disbelief.

He did not want to believe that Jiwo was looking for him.

She didn't want to believe her mom kept it a secret from her.

Though his mother knew very well, how Witri really liked Jiwo. Even he was always waiting to be reunited with Jiwo.

"He also left his phone number. Also the address of his new office and hope you will be able to update it someday." continued mamak, making Witri increasingly incredulous looking at his mother.

One corner of his deepest heart was very happy because he again found traces of Jiwo. He was relieved, it turned out to be true, they loved each other and waited.

"It has been burned with the same mbok tuwo" replied mamak slowly.

"Oh Allah, Ma'am.teganya the same me" said Witri shrieked because his body suddenly felt very weak to hear the answer.

The buds that had almost cracked made him happy, immediately collapsed and left a gaping wound hole.

"Mbok Tuwo did not know that on paper it was important writing. When you want to make a fire, nyari urub-urub (a tool to start making a fire in a wood stove. Can use paper, plastic, small twigs, coconut leaves/blarak or coconut coir) and wet the paper. Mamak yearsya after the paper nyari-nya did not meet and his name to mbok tuwo." explained mamak with a calm tone.

"Why not just saved first anyway, Mom...?" tanya Witri was full of regrets.

Mamak kept silent while sipping his warm tea.

"Mamak sees it as a sign from Allah that you and Jiwo do not match even though they love each other...."

"Mom..."

"Mamak also disagrees that you are the same Jiwo..."

"Why?' cut Witri fast. Her lips were already trembling withstanding the cry that was about to explode.

"Mamak knows Jiwo's a good boy. Mama also see he seriously loves you. But you don't forget Wit with the condition of his family" said Mamak slowly.

"Why is his family? Because his family is lacking?" witri asked with a sharp but desperate look and was very disappointed.

"We have to be realistic, Wit. Where might mamak have the heart to let you live with Jiwo even though he still has to bear the lives of his mother and four sisters. Weight it,Wit. Poor him. You can also live a hard life if you are the same" Mamak said explaining the reason.

Witri snorted angrily then slouched her face over her two arms resting on the table.

His mother thought. Just because she was worried that she was living a life of destitution her mama was more willing to see her tormented longing for so many years and languish in empty waiting and be marooned in this marriage.

Hows.

"He's a big paycheck, Mom. I wouldn't have gone hungry if she had to support her family" Witri said, looking at her mother with a sad and disappointed face.

His tears still flowed down both of his cheeks.

Mamak threw away his gaze when he met the look in the eyes of the daughter who was very dear to him.

Mamak didn't think Witri would be this sad. Highlight the sad eyes of his son was only once this was as dark and as deep as it was.

My mother was sad and sorry to see it.

"You deserve better than Jiwo. And now you have it." said Mamak to appease Witri, and rather to calm his own heart that was silently feeling guilty.

"I still love Jiwo, Mak" said Witri as she stared at her mammoth bead to reassure the woman who had made her in this world.

His tears became more and more to make his own vision blurred even though he could see his mammoth eyes were very glassy even now it has rolled tears.

"I still don't know how to live my life with Mas Hari. I can't accept him completely yet" Witri said as she sobbed in a desperate tone.

"I'm sorry mom, Wit. My mother had no bad intentions of doing all this. Mamak just want you to live a quiet and decent life" said mamak while summarizing Witri's hands gently.

There was regret and pain in his heart seeing Witri's roaring cry.

This child is not a crybaby since childhood. She rarely cried before.

Witri usually prefers to berserk beating anything rather than crying.

And if she cries, it means her feelings are already above the threshold and can no longer be ventured with anger.

"I was dying to forget my feelings for Jiwo.I was reassuring myself that I was just clapping my hands to love him. But just now my mom showed the opposite reality. It was true that we loved each other all along. It turned out that he had been waiting for me all along. I should be happy with Jiwo, Mom. Not having to struggle to love another man as my husband" Witri said sobbing.

Mamak lowered his head in sobbing.

"You shouldn't have to say anything about Jiwo. It should be a secret until anytime so that I do not increase the burden of the mind. What do I do then, Mom? What do I do with my love? With Jiwo waiting? With the feeling of Hari?" ask Witri then as much as possible on the table.

His heart was shapeless at this time.Destroyed the reed.

"Forget Jiwo yes, Nduk. You guys aren't fooling. Pray he gets a good soul mate too. Continue your new life with Hari. Love will come because it is used to it. Get used to your heart just pointing at it. Not to anyone anymore. Just to your husband." said Mamak gently as he stroked Witri's arm.

"Can you, Mama?" asked Witri with a glaring look.

"Can! Surely can. Worship, Nduk. Go with sincerity. Every good thing you do for your husband will be a field of charity for you. Do it with good intentions and sincere." said mamak while smiling reassuringly encouragingly.

Single-minded.

Worship.

Yep. There is no way out no more but mengikhlaskan existing and live his marriage as the longest worship of his lifetime.

"Good boy's day. He loves you too. At least you don't have to struggle to see the seriousness. He's real in front of you. He's even your husband. He deserves all your heart, Nduk. He deserves your devotion." said Mama again.

The deepest corner of Witri's heart justifies that even though one side of her heart still shouts out loud that it's not the Day she wants. But Jiwo.

Jiwo who wants to be given lifelong devotion.

Jiwo who wants him to give his whole heart.

Only Jiwo.

Not a day that unfortunately has now become her husband and is entitled to all the best she has.

...💧💧💧 b e r s a m b u n g 💧💧💧...

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