Love Needs Debt

Maduku's Daughter 1

Maduku's Daughter 1

“Where is your husband, On?” gani asked a woman beside him. At that time he still chose oranges at the roadside fruit shop. He had only reached Atapani City one day and that afternoon, he accidentally met Usfi, a friend and woman he had once loved.

However, now Usfi was already married to another man. That is, the reason Gani left, and after three years, he returned to the village again because he had a debt.

“You wrong people Bang!” the woman said flatly, without seeing the person who greeted her, with a sentence that was not pleasant to hear.

They do the same thing, choosing citrus fruits that are small in shape, to take home.

“Eh, you're Oon, right? I'm afraid I'm wrong, you're different now!” Gani said, she took a closer look at the woman standing beside her. He was the one who came to that place first.

Usfi turned his head with a sullen face, as he did not like to be called so. She was a sweet woman, though, her face was ordinary, a little round with an un pointed nose, her eyes narrow and her lips thin.

He then threw away his face, and again picked an orange in front of him and he said, “Bang Gani ... When will you come home?”

“Barin.” Gani answered briefly and continued his activities, while Usfi did not speak anymore.

Shortly after, they were both finished and the shop owners weighed the citrus fruits of their choice in turn.

The woman's name is Musfironah Hanum, she is commonly called by the name Usfi. However, Algani, his neighbor who is usually called Gani, more often call him Onah, even more in short so Oon.

Of course the girl did not like it and, immediately pouted if she was called that. It's like calling a fool, or an o-on. Only Gani is too bold to call it that. However, lately Gani regretted, why the woman he often dicapnya that actually made him fall in love.

At that time their faces still left wounds, as a result of they had problems before.

“So difficult to forget, until after all these years, fate is not willing if the heart wants to heal perfectly, this may be called a wound wherever there is still a mark.” The voices of both.

Gani secretly falls in love, but she leaves Usfi, out of heartache. The girl was willing to marry Juragan Anwar, the richest man in their village. In fact, the landlord already had a wife. That means the woman he loves will be his second wife. Not angry, try.

However, the fault does not lie with Usfi alone who keep his problems secret from Gani. While the man did not dare to say his own feelings.

When Juragan Anwar's proposal flashlight sounded, even Gani, in the fog and no one knew what the problem was, he suddenly got angry and ran away from home.

Even Usfi has not done kabul, he has gone out of nowhere. To the extent that Mak Bapak he, confused and involved people sekampung to look for him, like a child only.

“That son of yours, sir! Does he not know, the verse in the Qur’an, say ah, to parents alone should not, why make me dizzy like this!” lamented Amy—emak Gani at that time and Amin—bapaknya, can only calm his wife.

“Sabar, Mom. Patience!”

“You know, Sir. Although patience is mentioned 300 times in the scriptures, I am still impatient with the boy!” the woman again. And, Amin just stroked the chest. He may have to be patient, because Ami loves her son too much.

Now Usfi and Gani meet again after three years separated by distance and time. Mak Bapakl was tired of looking, but yesterday, no wind no rain the child appeared alone.

Gani is still confused by her heart, because the feeling of love is still there. However, Usfi already had a husband and he was also married. Were it not for his mounting debt, he would not have come home. Embarrassed.

Gani intends to sell his Empang to Pak Juna, a catfish breeder who is quite famous in Antapani, who knows the pool can sell, to pay the debt.

Empang was a gift from the father who was divided in two by his Alghizali—abangnya. However, the elder sister had already gifted her younger sister, Altiana who was now married, and lived on the land. Her husband built their tiny house there.

“Why did you just go home now? What's the same with Mom, Dad? They're looking for Brother by night for a whole year!” asked Usfi while tidying up her non-sloping veil.

“But, said Mak Ami, Abang Gani was not returning home for three years!”

“Eh, do you really count the time I don't exist? Make what ...? Want to know people's business! Don't you have a husband you have to take care of?”

Hearing Gani's words, Usfi again pouted. He is not willing to interfere in people's affairs, but, what's wrong with paying attention to friends and neighbors. Moreover, Father Gani's mother is like his own parents.

“What's wrong anyway, Bang. I'm just asking, so don't be so mad! We, will ever live next door, greet each other and respect each other between neighbors is good and also sunah, Bang!”

Gani fell silent not responding to Usfi, he held a bag of oranges, while riding a motorbike belonging to Alpin, his sister-in-law.

Then, Gani asked, “You want to go home? Here, let me take you ... Uh! Not so, afraid there will be someone angry or jealous with me!”

“Who's jealous, Bang?”

“Your husband, lah!”

Usfi throbbing while shrugging his shoulders, while smiling, “No need to be in between is also okay, Bang. Thank you, just say hello to Mak Ami!"

“Oh, you must have picked up your husband, right?”

Once again Usfi only stared at Gani at a glance, he smiled as he pulled out the car keys from behind his pocket.

“I first yes, Bang!” he said as he walked toward the parked car, right next to the fruit shop and pointed the key, until the door opened automatically.

Gani gawking. The man did not think that the car that had been parked not far from them was the woman's vehicle earlier, had underestimated him.

Usfi was entering his car when the phone in his bag rang. After closing the door, he picked up the mobile phone, stuck it to his ear, while opening the window.

“Halo, Brother! What's up?” he said glancing at the rearview mirror, looking at Gani who was running the motor and stopped right beside him.

“Tante, don't time corruption yes! Mom's turn soon! Watch out if Papa is late because Auntie is not becus!” voice from behind the phone.

There was Gani around him, even so, he could not hear anything from there. The man turned his head and lowered his head towards the window of the short sedan car.

At the same time, Usfi said, “But, Brother ... Not the same as Tente, kok!”

Usfi's reply, made Gani furrow her brows, she knew what might happen to the woman who was still tethering her heart.

“Tante no lie, right?” said that voice again.

“Gak, Auntie does not lie!” the phone was closed unilaterally by Usfi, his mind raging because of the thought of the girl's speech.

“If Mr Anwar is not there, where is he going?” lirih Usfi, and of course Gani heard his words.

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This story is purely a story of everyday life the problem is also mild and does occur everyday. Intentionally there is a interlude in the form of polygamy is a thing that is drawn as a lure and distinction only. The main character is male, because the author tries to hone his skills and try new things. So is the figure of the woman who is taken from the side of the second wife or who is often considered as an actor. All as a difference. & 'may you like! ^^^^^^^^^^^