Love Shielded Risue

overflow of disappointment

The twilight that looks yellow. After moving on from performing the worship of ashar prayer. Maryam daydreams alone, in the garden chair.

The grass started to rise. Looming irregularly. The flowers in the pot were slightly inferior to the grass that also grew wild in it.

Since Akhri had a child from Nia, he rarely went home. Not just to see his second wife and son. But work out of town, somehow more and more often. Maryam stared at the slices of plants that had begun to lie dormant.

Gardening activities are usually done by the husband. But now they have nothing to take care of.

Mary thought, such is her heart. Most are dry, withered, and even dead. Because losing from the grass without permission also grows in a narrow container?

Suddenly her heart was pinched, Maryam missed Mami, Papi, Koh Yohan. And his other brothers too.

A tear escaped, wetting his cheek.

I didn't make this decision wrong, did I? Or it's God's punishment because I've done something, of my own free will. Until Mami came home?

Maryam sighed, she wanted to go to her mother Arshila. Her fragile heart was in need of strength, and only Karimah's mother could help her to be strong, after complaining to the Almighty.

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"At the drink, son," said he held out a glass of warm tea. Maryam smiling.

"Thank you." Pull the glass closer, then sip a little.

"Mom saw, you're getting thinner every day. You're eating right, aren't you?"

Maryam nodded slowly. "I eat right, even if only once a day."

"That's the name you don't eat right. Eat it three times a day." Ms. Karimah rubbed Maryam's hand gently. Maryam herself just laughed a little.

"Merr doesn't have an appetite, ma'am. Don't know, huh? Probably because a lot of mind burden that makes Merr can not accept food intake."

"Must stay on the axis. What if you get sick?"

"Yes, Mom." Mary answered with a clean slit. "Mom, Maryam wants to say something."

"What's? Justsaytheword. I'm always ready to listen."

Maryam met, she was happy. Because it's only Ms. Karimah and Arshila. Which still makes him survive, and sure of the love of Allah SWT to him.

"To be honest, Maryam had thought about this for quite a while. Along the journey of my marriage with Bang Akhri which I think, it is no longer useful to continue."

Ms. Karimah was stunned, hearing seriously. Staring at Maryam's eyes. It was as if his narrow eyes never once exuded the joy as before.

He could understand, the pain of being Maryam. Although she never felt in polygamy by her late husband. But as a woman, of course she understands. There was no heart in Maryam's life. That must have made it much harder to live out his days.

"Before here, Merr had sent a message to Abang. If Merr wants to end it all. I give up, Mom. I just want to get a divorce with my brother." Hoarse, Maryam spoke with tears flowing back down her cheeks. "Merr couldn't do it, Mom. Can't Merr live like this anymore."

Ms. Karimah got closer, then grabbed Merr's body. Hugged it tightly.

"Merr knows it's my own will that's willing to be polygamous. But I regret the stupidest decision of my life. Merr thought everything would be fine. Apparently not. A lot of pain I can't express, a lot of ma'am..." Maryam's cry broke again, her shoulders shaking. He could no longer continue his words. As if, unable to explain. What a pain his heart is at the moment.

Ms. Karimah also felt her heart being sliced. He also cannot answer. Try to calm him down for a moment before giving a reassurance to the woman in his arms.

***

In-house...

After getting that short message. He rushed to his first wife.

The feeling of worry seemed to be raging. He hoped to immediately rest at the feet of the wife, but all he found was a slightly messy house. And the lights are not yet on. Though the sky was getting dark, Adzan magrib was soon reverberating.

Dik, where are you?

Akhri was in search of every corner of the house. Then back to the main room, open the wardrobe directly.

His breath was hunting, sounding softly. There's a little relief. Because the wife's clothes are still intact, neatly arranged in it.

The sound of the motor rang out, Akhri smiled happily. Hurry up he walks out down the stairs.

And it hasn't reached the door yet. He had seen Maryam lethargic stepping into their house.

"Oh Allah, Sister. Where do you think you are?" Akhri embraced Maryam's body when the wife had entered the living room. Maryam who did not return her embrace just kept quiet, after that pushed her slowly asking to be let go. But the stronger Akhri hugged her.

"Let go, Bang." Pintanya.

"Abang won't let you go. You weren't serious about sending that message, were you? Forgive Brother. I promise I will fix everything. Sorry dear."

"promise again? He said in Surah al-Baqarah there are verses about people that even Allah does not want to look at. He is the hypocrite. One of them was the one who always promised, yet He disavowed!"

Akhri's plan released her, switching to holding both of Maryam's shoulders. Looking at the regretful.

"Sorry, Brother?"

Mary let go slowly with both hands. Then choose to waltz away, without the slightest intention of listening to her husband. Where Akhri immediately followed.

"Sir, I'm sorry about you. You know, you're wrong. He hurts you constantly. But you don't want to lose you. Brother wants us to stay together."

Maryam stopped her steps on one of the stairs. After that look.

"Will I keep going? Blessed Brother wants to continue whipping me with this pain...!" Mary's tears came back. He touched her chest, looking bitterly at her husband. "Abang, know? Merr is an ordinary woman, how much longer do I have to survive in this unjust brother's way?"

Akhri shed tears, listened, and also received Maryam's outburst of anger at him.

"Abang should understand. What is your attitude as a husband who has two wives. I don't have kids, but I need time together. Not only must understand the condition of Abang and also Kania. I should still have the same rights as Nia!"

Akhri did not answer, but withdrew Maryam's hand. Hugged it tightly. While Maryam herself thrashed asking to be released.

"Sorry, forgive brother. Brother has menzholimi-mu. You're wrong, brother."

"I can't accept my apologies. I want us to split up, Bang. I want to get out of this. Merr's tired... Merr's sick, Bang. Please let Maryam go." His wife, still trying to release her husband's embrace that was getting tighter.

In the still dark House, Akhri tries hard to keep Maryam in his arms. Until Maryam's body began to get tired, struggling and crying. Only a weak blow remained on the husband's chest.