JIWO PROMISE

Heart Day

PoV day

I was forced to cancel the intention of praying magrib congregated to the breach.

In the middle of the road my stomach suddenly mules unstoppable.

I rushed back right with half a run and headed straight for the bathroom that happened to be outside the house.

By crossing the side of the house without the knowledge of my in-laws and my wife, I could go straight to the restroom and perform my big wishes in peace.

Out of the bathroom I immediately took ablution with the intention to pray magrib at home only because when I was in the restroom I heard through the speaker breaking had proclaimed iqomah. Still do not hunt also join the prayer congregation even though I run.

I entered through the side door of the house that had not closed perfectly.

It could be that mamak and Witri forget to close or indeed the ordinary door is deliberately left so until later on the new night they close properly. I don't know. I do not know the habits in this house.

My initial intention of rushing into the room seemed to have to ponder for a while because I heard Witri and mamak talking seriously.

With a slight sharpening of the ears, I could clearly hear their conversation.

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

"Mr..."

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

"Why?' cut Witri fast. From the tone of her voice I thought she was holding back her cries.

"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?" asked Witri in a tone that was like holding back an upset.

"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 then appears to be laying his face down on his two arms resting on the table.

"He's a big paycheck, Mom. I wouldn't have gone hungry if she had to support her family" Witri said. It seems she started crying.

My mother seemed to be moving wrongly. Maybe feel guilty.

"You deserve better than Jiwo. And you've got it now." said mamak later, apparently trying to calm Witri down.

And the person Mamak meant must be me. Witri's Husband.

"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.

"I still don't know how to live my life with Mas Hari. I can't accept him completely yet" Witri said with a sob.

My heart that had started to frown since then, now felt sore.

I have not filled his heart completely.

Or maybe I just fill a corner of his heart.

"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.

"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 this time as well. I should be happy with Jiwo, Mom. Not having to struggle to love another man as my husband" Witri said sobbing.

Mamak looked down and sobbed.

My heart is getting more and more painful to see it.

And I'm that other guy.

"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.

My heart, how is your fate now?

"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 voice that sounded dull.

"Can! Surely can. Worship, Nduk. Go with sincerity. Every good thing you do for your husband will be a field of reward for you. Do it with good intentions and sincerity. Mamak will always pray for your happiness." said mamak with a smile.

Witri looked glued and then lowered her head.

"Believe in your husband. He could make you fall in love with him. Open your heart wide to your husband. Just for her alone." said the gentle Mamak who made Witri deep down.

I can't stand to see it.

I chose to turn back and go back out.

I chose to point my foot towards the break.

Let it be very late, I will pray magrib there.

There's no way I'm interrupting the secret conversation between Witri and mamak with my presence.

They will be embarrassed and feel caught.

I couldn't bear to do that even though they had the heart to play a secret behind me.

Walking towards the breach I tried to calm the bubbling of anger and hurt as well as disappointment that still filled my heart.

I felt lied to and betrayed by reality.

Once you witri...

My heart feels stuffy and stuffy.

On the first day of our marriage I knew that there was another name still in my wife's heart.

Maybe even that man is the true owner of Witri's heart.

How'this?

What if my parents find out?

I could have been forced to divorce my wife on the second day of my marriage.

Nah! I don't want that to happen.

I love Witri. The woman I fought in front of my parents to be accepted as my wife.

Let this secret be our secret.

May there be enlightenment for what I have to do later for the sake of my wedding journey that even I am just about to start living. It's too early to back down, let alone give up

"Mas Day is late too?" mr. Bejo's voice shocked my daydream.

Gosh darn. I've arrived beside the breach while daydreaming.

"Express Pakde. Too late." I replied embarrassed.

"Come together. I'm also late." said Mrde Bejo as he rushed in and I followed his steps into the breach which began to be a bit quiet because the congregation's prayer was over.

Thank God I can still congregate even if only two with Pakde Bejo.

I decided to stay in the hangar while waiting for the Adzan isya'.

Even if it has to be alone is okay.

I need space to think clearly. I don't want to get carried away by emotions and it will be fatal.

No. gabe.

I want to think calmly and maturely.

Interesting what I heard earlier, and trying to be wise to respond.

What if I'm in Witri's position.

What can I do. What I should do.

I also have to be in self-interpretion.

What I had done until Witri was 'forced' to marry me.

Maybe I had a big hand until this uncomfortable situation was created.

I had felt from the beginning that I was approaching Witri if she wanted to avoid me.

Not just from me. But also from all the guys who tried to get close to him.

My 'struggle' friends get Witri's heart all choose to retreat with Witri's cold attitude.

But I'm getting challenged by it.

I need the figure of a wife who is cool and cold to the opposite sex like that. So that I calm down when I have to leave him on duty for a long time.

He was very able to fencing himself so that not all men dared to approach.

If Witri finally wants to accept my proposal, I'm sure - just now I'm sure - there must be a lot of mamak interference in that decision.

And Witri wants to accept my proposal maybe just to please mommy because I know she is very obedient and dear to mommy.

Poor Witri. He had to sacrifice his own feelings.

"Manten new even selonjoran neng kene to, Mas?( newlyweds are even selonjoran here anyway, Mas?)" asked Pakde Bejo who was sitting next to me.

"Nanggung Pakde if you want to go home. Just wait isya'." I replied with a smile.

"I can accompany you?" ask Pakde Bejo.

"Monggo Pakde's. I am happy." I replied happily.

At least for a moment chatting with Mr. Bejo I hope to restore my good mood that was a mess just now.

I don't want my first night as a husband to be overwhelmed with bad feelings let alone upset with my wife.

Until after dzikir after jama'ah isya' prayer I have a new thought.

I have to believe Witri is trying to love and accept me with all her heart.

And I have to help her so she can love me completely.

I don't have to think about her past love.

Let it be the secret of his heart.

As long as she stays by my side, acting as a wife in front of me and behind me, I will continue to love and accept her.

I will help him love me.

...💧💧💧 b e r s a m b u n g 💧 💧💧...