Just a Bond
The Surprising Arrival
Almighty God, yes. Though my days after that night were not okay with Mas Farhan. It was the emptiness that filled the second by second that I went through in this house, followed by endless feelings of sadness, sadness and grief. Every day he was treated with 'food of the heart'; trampled under a pebble on the ground without feeling; stabbed by a speech dagger that felt very painful and indirectly killed me slowly. I should've been ruined, right? Even melting, annihilating at once. But I was still given the strength to hold on to this moment. I was still breathing until the thirty day of our wedding, and kept doing activities in this house.
Lately, I've started a new activity, so I'm not so bored at home alone. I secretly do business online, selling herbal medicines and health-related matters with my friend in Bangkalan. So, I don't have to bother getting out of the house. I kept this job a secret from my family. I don't know, I'm confused. That's why I chose to do anything myself, for fear of even impacting on the unraveling of my bad relationship with Mas Farhan. I still want to fight.
While Mas Farhan works as usual, and likes to go home late. It turns out that he works in his own photo studio, as well as opening a business selling electronic devices such as mobile phones, laptops, tablets and everything related to it, television, and everything else, DVD player and related to the world of photography. I know because I accidentally saw the posters on his laptop, and had followed him there.
Our relationship is clearly not progressing in a better direction. It's getting worse. There was no communication between us, so it made me feel like I was living. Only one thing still survives, I'm still allowed to be his prayer makmum. I'm grateful for that. One more thing, I stay in the same room as Mas Farhan at night, with the rules. Really, I still can't rest alone. My parnoku soul is hard to disappear. However, if it is daytime, I often spend time in the next room again. Not in that room at the time. And it was there as if I was creating my own world. A world where only God and I know what's there. Even my things have moved there. Mas Farhan never went to that room, especially after knowing I lived there.
"Your salami 'alaikum."
My concentration, which has since focused on mobile screens, talks about working with Winda - my business friends - has been broken. Immediately, I put down my phone and went out of the room to open the door while answering the greetings of the person.
I was stunned as soon as I saw who was standing in front of me while showing off the sweet smile on her lips. I forgot to say hello and regret it.
"Najwa, why are you quiet?"
Instantly I was surprised. I rubbed a rough face while cursing in my heart. I can daydream at a time like this.
"Mothers? Why not tell me if you want to come here? 'Can be picked up by Najwa if you know that."
Die me. Mana Mas Farhan since this morning is not home anymore. What will I behave like in front of Mother?
"Surprise, Najwa." Mother again smiled.
I quietly took a deep breath. It's not a surprise anymore, it's more than a surprise. I couldn't speak, so shocked.
Not wanting to be labeled as insensitive daughter-in-law, I immediately invited Mother to enter. Fortunately, I cleaned the house early in the morning. Otherwise, end my pamor in the eyes of Mother. Later dikatai son-in-law is not becus, taking care of the house alone can not.
Duh, I'm sorry. Why even draw conclusions like this, even though Mother has not shown any attitude anyway. It's not worth emulating.
“Najwa, here are the pillows and blankets on the sofa, who sleeps here?”
Oh gosh. I cursed in my heart for forgetting to immediately take care of Mas Farhan's pillow and blanket he used to rest last night. Why did you miss cleaning up those two things, anyway? I'm gasped.
How'this? What should I tell Mother?
Since not a single answer flashed through my brain, I chose to dodge Mother by clearing the items into the room.
Sorry, Mommy. Sorry for ignoring you.
"Oh, yes. Where's farhan? Why didn't you see it?"
I was silent for a moment. This is the question I have been afraid of since. I don't know where Mas Farhan came out. Want to answer, if later the wrong target can be severe. Not answering will be problematic.
"So out, Mother."
"Try the phone, Naj. Tell him the mother is at home. Where's that kid?" Mother looks upset. Then his habit came out of nowhere not while with me alone. Must have been his habit from before.
Quickly, I smothered my mouth when I realized what I said just now. I could have slipped. The nervousness began to ambush, especially when he saw the expression of the Mother who was suspicious. The middle-aged woman looked at me quite intensely.
"What do you mean? A month married and you haven't had any contact with your husband? How come?" search Mother.
Again I was struck by lightning in broad daylight. Mother's question really makes the heartbeat abnormal. Do not let me suddenly stroke because it always gets unexpected surprises from Mother. What the hell, Najwa.
Bleeding slowly so as not to be caught nervous, I put my hands in my mouth, then smiled at Mommy. "Em, yesterday Najwa changed a new number, Mommy. The old numbers died and the contacts happened to be stored on all simcards. I haven't asked for it yet Mas Farhan."
I let out a faint breath after saying that sentence. Not to forget the istigfar that followed after, also the guilt of lying to Mother. I saw the anxious streak that had been printed on my mother-in-law's face disappear, changing into a look of relief.
"Certainly so?" Mother certainly will not be easy to believe, so he raised the question. I nodded firmly to convince Mother. And, a sigh of relief even though I can faintly do because Mother does not pursue the topic anymore.
"Yes, Mother sat down first. Or do you want to rest, let Najwa prepare a room?" bargained.
"No. Mother is here only. Just wait for Farhan."
"Oh, yes, Mother. Najwa make a drink for Mommy first, huh?"
When she was about to step into the kitchen, Mother's call stopped me. Immediately, I turned and welcomed his call.
"Not bother. Mother has a history of diabetes, just get warm water."
My lips were a little open to hear it. I never knew that Mother had such a history of pain. Is this the reason Mas Farhan accepted our match? Was he forced to do so at the request of his sick mother? Ignoring the question that suddenly came to me, I immediately nodded to Mother's words and continued to step into the kitchen.
As soon as I returned to the front room, I saw Mas Farhan coming. As usual with a flat expression defeat the triplex. It seems like he was unaware of the presence of his bunda, due to the mere conspiring main.
"Where are you from, Han?" ask Mother suddenly. I saw him look quickly. The sharpness imprinted on his face clearly showed shock. My guess is if he doesn't realize Mother's whereabouts is right. "Morning is not at home. Is his wife left alone? Still like to wander?"
I saw Mas Farhan scratching his head, his lips moving, but not a single word came out. Mas Farhan when faced with Mother dead fleas. Great that my round, can conquer a stone-hearted man like Mas Farhan like a rhinoceros dipped in his horns. Try it when you're with me.
Mas Farhan did not answer the question of the Mother.
"Continue fitting Mother into the house, why are there pillows and blankets on the sofa? Who sleeps outside? For more than a month married, you split the bed?"
The amazing! Mother can really make us like struck by lightning suddenly. The strength of the woman's premonition was very strong, it seemed. This was the first time he had seen anything strange in our house. Let alone me, Mas Farhan who must be accustomed to the attitude of his mother who likes to surprise it, looks pias. The look on her face was white, her lips were shaking. If Mas Farhan stood right in front of Mother, and did not bow his head, he would have noticed the change in the look of the face of the son alone.
"Farhan, why silence?"
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Sumenep, Madura, East Java
Tuesday, 15 June 2021
