Love to My Widow

The old burden that was thrown

The wedding day is ten days away.

Commander Dadang from morning until noon still sitting in front of the terrace

He looks a little nervous, though,

again igniting a cigarette, even though he only smoked it twice and let the cigarette burn out.

Exactly at 13:00 wib

the sound of the car parking on the front porch of the house

Smile on the face of the commander Dadang..

Get out of the car

a man of about 180cm in height, wearing a slightly tight t-shirt with short sleeves in gray, Dongker blue jeans, with white Ket shoes and sunglasses, very casual.

His body was stocky, the muscles of the arms stood out, making a charming impression.

yellow skin Langsat a little dark, nose pointed, lips that contain the bottom and when smiling will appear dimples pipit on both cheeks...

"Father healthy" the man kissed the hand of commander Dadang

"Healthy Biyan, how are you all good?" commander Dadang while stroking his son's head and a smile that did not disappear from his face

"Current father according to Biyan's target, "smoking handsome

At night the commander of Dadang looked serious talking to Biyan..

***

Her night.

Biyan simply lowered his head without interrupting at all the commander's words

Every now and then Biyan let out a long breath...

But he really only listened to his father.

"Father please you can accept this matchmaking, she's a sweet and obedient girl to parents.well I think she fits you very well and will be a good wife" clearly the commander without seeing the face of Biyan who from earlier just lowered his head

Because there was no response the commander asked and saw his son

"How's Biyan?"

Biyan let out a long sigh again and squeezed out her already adrift hand...

"Father.from childhood until now I have never refused or disobeyed the orders of the father.." stared deeply into the face of the commander.

Huuff....

I heard Biyan's breath again

"But father, seeing the current state of the world as I am about to be transferred to Syria due to the Arab spring conflict, I have become a special force following the UN order, I can be dispatched at any time" Biyan looked down

The commander was silent for a moment...

"It's not that easy, Dad!!!" Biyan's voice slightly raised, her hands clenched

The commander smoked his cigarette indifferently with a slight shrill of Biyan's voice

Hemmm...******* out of Biyan's mouth,

"My father, please, postpone this marriage until I return to duty from Syria, "Biyan with a sharp eye

Put his cigarette butt in the ashtray

"is your return predictable when the month and year?...

No. Biyan...

I know, a TNI when assigned, I know,

there are only three hopes for his family,

back safely,,

with a state of disability or returning with a sigh of death on the battlefield.." the commander looked at Biyan with slightly teary eyes.

They're speechless...

A cold aura burst out, resuscitating the silence between them

Biyan straightened her back by leaning against the chair

"Do you have the heart to see, the father's daughter-in-law later, newly married must live far from her husband, who sometimes in a month can not give him the news whether he is alive or dead...

just like mother...

having to struggle alone to feel the loss of the baby it contains,

but you can not accompany or relieve your grief...

mother only held back until it damaged her own body the grief that had to go through, which finally father could come when mother was already buried for three days.." biyan's eyes held back the water that had almost fallen on her eyes

The commander's gaze glared away like recalling those sad memories

They remained silent again

Finally the silence broke with the sentence of commander Dadang ultimatum which required Biyan to marry ten more days..

Biyan just looked down and walked towards her room

She threw down her burly body and closed her slightly wet eyes with her arms

Biyan was an obedient child, because she was taught by her parents not to resist or defy her father's orders even if it was difficult

But the turmoil of the heart wants to be in constant turmoil in the heart

Then he woke up and like closing himself to.