JIWO PROMISE

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"I can't let that damn woman set foot in this house! I don't want him to take Hari to the tomb! I can't see his face!" Ms. Dukuh still kept shouting hysterically in her room while beating the mattress with her fist.

The anger that was so great at Witri that he gathered long ago seemed to have the right opportunity to explode at this time.

His tears did not stop flowing with his rage.

The deep loss he could not express with words of sorrow and just tears.

The day is his pride. The boy who always behaved politely and gave in to him.

Since childhood Hari always obeyed and obeyed him. Even becoming a soldier was his wish, not the ideals of Hari.

Only once Hari insistent with his personal desire, which is to marry Witri.

All the threats had been deployed on Hari to weaken the only desire of Hari throughout his life, but Hari did not budge with his desire.

Even the threat of not getting an inheritance did not dampen the child's determination to prevent Witri.

Even her husband forced her to grant Hari's wish.

Not playing around, her husband who has always succumbed to her even to threaten her will demand divorce if she does not approve of Hari.

That's why he was forced to allow Hari to ask Witri.

She could not let go of her husband who was rich with rice field heritage and had a prominent position in the village. If he gets divorced, how will his life be? Ever since the girl she never felt her name working for money.

If she gets divorced by her husband, what will she eat? Who will live it?

Therefore, even though Hari finally allowed Witri to propose, she still did not like the daughter-in-law who she considered not to be that level.

Although during her time as wife Hari Witri still able to show a good attitude and show personal development to be proud of as a daughter-in-law, Bu Dukuh still refused to admit it.

The story of the day when calling about Witri who works and can automatically make a living, also about Witri who is eager to take college at the weekend to graduate with cumlaude predicate, and also about Witri, not also make Bu Dukuh want to assume the existence of Witri.

Mbak Tati can only be silent next to him while staring at the door of the room that is deliberately in the key from the outside to anticipate his mother doing uncontrollable actions like that.

"Why are you silent? You're not sad your sister died?" snapped Bu Dukuh while staring fiercely at Tati.

"I'm sad, Mom...So sad. But we also have to realize that all this has become a hand for Hari" said Tati with a sad bow.

Her mother did not know that since hearing Hari enter the ICU it feels like she wanted to fly at that time to Aceh to be able to take care of Hari. But unfortunately before the completion to there, Hari even went home with no soul.

So this morning his father told him that if Hari died, he immediately fainted. As soon as immediately to the home of his parents.

He came back crying in his father's arms.

"You must be cool because all the inheritance comes down to all of you" said Ms. Dukuh as she looked at Tati annoyed.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Mom! I mean, I said it like me." Tati's tears just flooded her cheeks. His heart ached immeasurably with his mother's words just now.

Even he was willing to lose all of his inheritance if he could return his only brother that he had.

"Astagfirullahaladzim.." he muttered again while stroking his own chest so as not to say harsh words to his mother. The woman who is said to be on the soles of her feet has her paradise.

At this time he was immediately envious of Hari who no longer had to deal with her mother's vices anymore.

The two stared at the door that sounded locked.

Mr. Dukuh tilted his head between the slightly open door.

"Would have been in flight. You can control yourself, can't you, Mom? If you still want emotions, you do not need to get out of the room. Let me and Witri take Hari to the tomb" said Mr. Dukuh with a firm look at his wife.

"No! Can't! I'm not letting Witri get close to Hari. I'm not ridho!" shouted Bu Dukuh instantly hysterically while hunting towards the door that was immediately closed quickly and returned in the lock from the outside.

"Open, Sir! Openaaa!!!!" shouted Bu Dukuh while banging on the door with all his might.

Tati forced her mother's hand to stop beating the door.

"MOM! JUST UNDERSTAND ME ONCE! CAN'T YOU?!" tati shouted with all her might in front of her mother who was still shouting out in disobedience.

Bu Dukuh instantly stopped shouting because of the shock of being yelled at by Tati. His whole life only once was he snapped by his own son.

"YOU DARE TO YELL AT YOUR MOTHER? DO YOU WANT TO BE A CHILD??" shouted Bu Dukuh while grabbing Tati's veil. He slapped his daughter's face with all his might.

"Not yet to get the legacy you have been brave with Mother. What happens if all the inheritance falls into your hands huh?! You will definitely have the heart to abandon your mother" said Ms. Dukuh while again hurting her child with both hands.

Mbak Tati is only able to cry while crossing his hands in front of his body which is the target of his mother's blow.

His heart and self-worth have been shattered by a woman who he says should always be glorified in his life.

Hearing the screams from inside the locked room from outside, the neighbor who was assigned to guard in front of the door ran quickly towards Mr. Dukuh who was preparing for the funeral ceremony.

Mr. Dukuh and his sister rushed into the room and were fixated on the pitiful sight before his eyes.

His daughter was already wronged by his own wife.

Now the neighbor who broke into the room rushed to help Tati who was only able to sob.

PLAKKK!!!!

The sound of a loud slap made everyone in the room fixate.

The hand of Mr. Dukuh who had slapped his wife's cheek seemed still trembling.

Bu Dukuh who was slapped just glued while holding his cheek that felt very hot.

Tati who realized the events that had just happened back cried bitterly.

"Istigfar, Mother...Istigfar.." said Mr. Dukuh's brother while holding his brother's arm.

Mr. Dukuh did not reply. His eyes were staring in anger at his wife who seemed very surprised by the look. Throughout their marriage of nearly forty years, never once had her husband looked at her so angrily.

His head suddenly shrunk.

"I, Tati, Hari, even everyone who knows you wis sumpur snacked on you. (tired of parenting/understanding your behavior). Out there, your dead son is still unburied. You want to kill Tati too huh?!!" snapped Mr. Dukuh while facing fully in front of his wife.

"I guess with the loss of Hari your heart is a little touched and improved, it turns out that the death of your own child is useless to you. What kind of mother are you, huh?!"

"It wasn't me who caused Hari to die." replied Bu Dukuh with all his remaining guts still trying to show his fangs.

"If your behavior is not like the devil, Hari would have chosen to be assigned to Solo which is closer than home and it is impossible that Hari chose to be assigned in Aceh, which is far from here. He chose to stay away from here because he avoided you!!! He wants to live and his household to be quiet by staying away from you! Understand?!" snapped Mr. Dukuh still with the maximum sound.

The defiant gaze from his wife's eyes further ignited the emotions that had been decades in his pendam.

"I should have divorced you long ago, Wanti! Stupidly I spent my life snacking on you. Stupid me!" said Mr. Dukuh who was immediately stunned in the arms of his sister so emotional.

The atmosphere was immediately gripping.

Bu Dukuh stared at the nano of some relatives who were already standing outside the door of the room. Her shame was boundless at the snapping of her husband in front of those who knew her.

The new Mr. Dukuh trying to relieve his anger immediately re-ignited his emotions.

"Mas.." prevent the coolness that saw Mr. Dukuh immediately approached quickly towards his wife who immediately rewinded his body.

Standing upright and after repeatedly pulling and exhaling his breath, Mr. Dukuh raised his gaze to all the relatives around him.

""With the relatives here, I answered your question just now, Wanti" said Mr. Dukuh with a sharp look at his wife.

Bu Dukuh looked shrivelled at the look of her husband. A little regret slipped in his mind.

What if her husband is very angry and...

"From this moment I divorce you, Wantini bint Sumarto" said Mr. Dukuh firmly and clearly. His eyes stared intently into his wife's eyes without the slightest hesitation.

"Sir!"

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Mas..."

"Astagfirullahaladzim, Father..."

There were so many voices around the parents that day.

"I don't want to be divorced, sir!" said Bu Dukuh with a face that began to be confused.

Not even his mind finished talking about divorce, it turns out the father of his children made it happen in seconds.

Divorce.

"I'm sorry, sir...Don't divorce me." said Miss Wantini in a panic. He seemed to have just realized that his fate had fallen.

"It's too late. I said the word divorce to you. And that means I'm no longer your husband" said Mr. Dukuh without a hint of loosening his hard face.

Ms. Wanti rushed towards Tati who was directly protected by her neighbors. They're afraid Tati's going to be an outlet again.

"Mother...Teeth.maafin Mother, Nduk. Please tell your Father, do not divorce Mother." said Ms. Wanti with her hands clenched on her chest and face.

Tati did not answer.

He chose to cover and walked out of the room just like that. So did Mr. Dukuh.

"Sir! The father! Forgive me, sir!" shouted Bu Wanti trying to chase out of the room but was immediately detained by some of his male relatives. And unexpectedly he fell unconscious.

Witri looked at Mamak for approval because he was asked to go to the house next door, to the house of Mr. Dukuh. Hari's body will be buried soon.

"What asked Mr. Dukuh really, Ma'am. Bu Dukuh does not exist. Fainted. Not going to banter Mas Day to the tomb" said Mas Totok who knows for sure the condition of the relationship between the in-laws.

Witri then nodded and inched to his feet.

He was sincere if he could not accompany the corpse of Hari by Bu Dukuh.

He planned to visit the tomb later that day after the Hari nuclear family finished from the tomb.

He just didn't want to cause a scene.

Her heart that had not been beating normally returned to beating irregularly as it approached the coffin where her husband's body was.

We'll take you to your new home, Mas whispered Witri's heart ache.

Gently caressed her queen's stomach.

After the funeral ceremony, the accompaniment of the corpse carrier began to walk.

It appears that Mr. Dukuh and Nadi carried the coffin.

Tati, Witri, Mamak, and some relatives accompanied just behind the row of coffins.

As soon as he entered the tomb area, Witri felt his entire body cold and floating.

Fortunately, he was held by Mamak.

"Steady one, Nduk. Strong yes.." whispered Mamak while stroking his arm many times.

"What's the Day, Mom?" witri asked involuntarily while staring at the coffin that had been lowered.

"Yes. Day home first. Please, Nduk let her be calm and happy." replied Mamak gently.

Witri just flinching.

Her eyes clearly saw the procession of her husband's corpse down into the burrow and then positioned as best as possible. His tears did not fall a single drop even though his chest felt squeezed by hundreds of tons of stone. So tight. Sick too.

He could still hear clearly his father-in-law Adhan while holding back tears to let Hari go. Then little by little the ground was dropped to fill the burrows.

Witri immediately pushed forward. Seeing little by little the dashing body covered in shroud disappeared from his sight, covered in earth.

Witri's heart exploded when she no longer saw her husband's body.

"Don't!" witri shouted stifled as the grave diggers swiftly put the soil into the pit. His hands stretched out like he was about to reach.

Until this moment she still wished for her husband to wake up and emerge from the burrow.

Even if people will be afraid later, but he will not be afraid.

"Wake, Mas...Let's go home." whispered Witri by continuing to stare at the navel of Hari without blinking.

Mamak has no power to stem his waters.

His heart was not filled with seeing his daughter like this.

Until finally the navel was perfectly arranged, Witri did not budge where he stood.

Until one by one the mourners who had accompanied to the tomb were already farewell home, Witri had not yet approached the navel.

His mind and heart were empty. Totally empty.

"We pray for your husband yuk, Nduk. We get closer to the pusara." take Mamak while holding Witri near the navel where there are only Pak Dukuh, Mbak Tati and her husband and two children, also Nadi and Pak Ikhsan.

"Here, Wit." call Mbak Tati in a raucous voice because she was crying.

Witri crouched down beside Mbak Tati, extending her hand touching Hari's navel without a sound.

"I'll take good care of Aksa, Mas. I promise." That's all Witri could say before she laid her upper body comfortably on the belly button as if she was lying on her husband's chest. And he fell asleep immediately.

"God..."

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