Marriage Dilemma

The end of a drama

My former mother-in-law's condition is getting worse and worse. The scabs have now spread all over his body. Every day the mother of my ex-husband was always roaring itchy and eager to scratch her whole body.

Linda herself is getting less and less strong with her mother's body odor. Even today Tika also went from home because she felt unable and disgusted to see her grandmother. With a supply of addresses from his mother, Tika intends to meet his father to live with him.

Linda believes her ex-husband is quite hard at educating children. That way he no longer worried about Tika if living with his father.

"Lin... body Itchy mother Lin, gatalllll huuu gatalll Lindaa help scratch, gatalll yes Allah gatall," always like that every day even every hour.

Linda cried in her room even though she heard the mother's screams, but did not meet her.

"O Allah, Rabb, is this what karma is? Why is it so painful to live a life like this. I can't stand it, hiks..."

"Lindaaaa please Mother, Lin.huuuuu gatallll yes Allah gatalll"

Ms. Salma always screamed feeling an unstoppable itch all over her body. But how else, besides being scratched to make it more damaged, no one can bear the smell of his body that is already full of purulent scabs.

Linda already felt unable to take care of her mother. While his brother, mas Ilham, he was feeling a cold life behind bars. While Bang Angga, perhaps God was more dear to him, freed him from the burden of the mind in the world, God took his own back.

"Linda, O God itch Lin.."

Linda finally approached her mother's room, clothes even bed linens had a lot of pus and blood. The pungent smell made Linda unable to bear and finally let out her entrails.

Ms. Salma scratched her body like an animal was crawling. Itching inexplicable, the scratching instead made his skin full of wounds, his face was no longer formed like a human face. Blood and pus everywhere. His body was getting thinner, did not have time to think about stomach affairs, just holding back the itching he was not able to.

"Itch Lin, help Mother Lin, itch!!!!"

"Mom's not been scratched, even more," Linda tearfully said that to her mother.

"Mother can't stand Lin, itchy, huuu gatallll"

"Why Lin?"

Linda called me, again she cried complaining about her mother's condition that was getting worse.

"Mbak please Linda Mbak, Mother is getting worse Ma'am, her whole body is full of scabs. Linda's not strong anymore sister.."

"Oh my God, Ma'am can't help Lin much. Ma'am transfers money for mama's treatment ya.."

"Free mom, want to be taken wherever Mom, Mom will not heal. This is a torment sickness, Mother has committed many major sins in the past. Even Linda was also ashamed of being born from the womb of a despicable woman, Linda embarrassed Ma'am.."

"Hust can't say that, it's your mother, who's worried about you. Wherever he is, never hate him!"

"Linda, how's she supposed to be?"

"Bak's there tomorrow, get me Zain!"

"Yes, Mother."

Mr. Zain is a famous kyai there, hopefully with this everything is much better.

I also told her about Linda calling Devan. Devan agreed to take me back to Jakarta after 3 months. Ah, my husband is indeed understanding hehehe

Early in the morning, I Devan and the children were ready, but this time I did not invite bi Jum. Pity your mother if she has to be alone again at home.

Long story short, we have arrived in front of a house full of memories for 5 years passed. I paused in front of the house observing around. I have been leaving this house for almost a year. And the situation is still the same, nothing has changed.

"Mr.."

Linda came out and hugged me.

"How are you, Lin?"

"As you can see, let's go in Ma'am, Mas..."

Me and Devan nodded, Rama also followed my steps.

Shortly after my arrival, Zain came.

"Assalamualaik."

"Goddessalam.."

"God is gathering again?"

"Yes sir, let's go sir, I'm in the room" Linda said.

Mr. Zain followed Linda, and I followed her from behind.

Not to forget, Linda gave us a mask to go into Mom's room.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am Salma"

The crying mother covered her face with a cloth. He felt ashamed to meet the famous big kyai.

"Get out!" whispered Devan.

I nodded, and I took Rama out of his grandmother's room.

"Mister Lin, prepare a bucket of warm water! If there is a decoction of bidara leaves if there is no water give a little rough salt," said Mr. Zain.

Linda hastily spilled the hot water in the flask onto the black bucket in the bathroom and then added cold water so that the water was warm and not too hot. Since there are no bidara leaves, Linda just spilled about 3 spoons of coarse salt into the bucket.

Mr. Zain seemed to be praying fervently, I could see him from behind the door of Mother's room.

"I'm sorry, wouldn't you take a shower here?"

"It's okay sir, can be dipel later," Linda replied.

"Mom Salma, say Istigfar every time I water!"

"Yes sir." he answered softly.

Before Mr. Zain watered Mom's hair, Linda removed the cloth that covered her mother's face.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim.." Mr. Zain began to pour water over Mom's head. While Mom is heard saying Istighfar every time her head is in the water guyur.

How surprised we were, little maggots fell every time Mr. Zain flushed Mother's body with the warm water he had prayed for.

"Astagfirullah aladzhim.."

"Acknowledge all the faults and deeds of the Mother of Salma who invited Allah's Punishment, because indeed karma and Azab are real. Praying for Allah's forgiveness with sincerity and sincerity, God is Healer."

"I once snatched a man's husband sir, I made him crazy by doing shirk. Poisoned her with my dirty water, I got pregnant and had 3 children without getting married. The man had a wife who was pregnant, I took her husband. I have dzholim with children and daughters-in-law sir, I slandered him here and there, I spend the money for my benefit. I'm rude to the son-in-law and grandson sir. God, forgive the sins of your servant.." I cried admitting all her mistakes.

I'm surprised I didn't play around to hear my ex-mother-in-law's confession. His mistake is unmitigated. Astagfirullah, audzhubillah'himinzalik's chat.

"I don't know where they are, sir,"

"Salma's mother still remembered what the woman's name was?"

"His name is Ranti sir, he only lives with his older sister named Dewi, lives in bandung. For the house I don't know" replied Mother.

"Replace? Mom's name, Ranti is Dev. And Aunt Dewi, Mala's mother, right?"

The newly conscious Devan nodded at my words.

"Is this the mom?" I showed you a picture of my mother-in-law and Mala's mother.

"Yes, she's Ranti, Mas Wira's wife, and she's her sister's Goddess."

"Linda look at Ma'am."

"Linda met this Mom at the local clinic, she told me all the truth about Mom. So Ranti is Mommy's in-law? Mommy's Mommy's husband?"

"Yes Lin, but Devan is Papa Wildan's son. Before that, Mama Ranti had a daughter, her brother Devan, which means she's your sister too."

"Ask his mother to come here, Ma'am Dira. We did our best to bring in people who, sorry, might have been hurt by Ms. Salma."

"Dev, please!"

"I don't know what to say Ra? Not only are you devastated by Salma's mother, but Mama Ra, Mama! Astagfirullah"

"We reconcile everything, baby. Let Mama not have a grudge, and Mama also not haunted by guilt. Please Dev, for my sake!"

"For your sake Ra, it's just you."

Devan reached into his phone from his pocket, started calling Mama.

"Same Papa has to go to Jakarta now! It's important!'

"What's up Dev, all of a sudden. You're in Jakarta? Why?"

"Later Devan tell Ma, anyway Mama must go to Jakarta now, this is very important regarding the life of someone and Mama herself. Try Rena too. Later Devan share the location."

"OK, you calm down, Mama and Papa are there now!"

Mr. Zain was cleared to go home after his duties were completed. While me and the others were chatting in the living room while waiting for the arrival of Mama Ranti and Papa Wildan.

Mom, now she's better and can sleep even if only for a little while.

A few hours later, the sound of the car's roar stopped right in Linda's courtyard.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Waalaikumsalam, Ma, Pa, sister.." I greeted them.

"Dev, what's up, son? Whose house is this?"

"Follow Devan everything!"

We went to Salma's mother in her room.

"Mom, wake up Mom, Mama Ranti has come."

"Who is Ra?" Mama Ranti who never saw how the face of the woman who managed to snatch her husband first, could not recognize who this woman whose face was full of scabs.

"She's Dira Ma's ex-husband, Salma's mother."

Degs....

Hearing the name Salma, the shadow of the past swirls in Mama Ranti's head.

"Sa-salma, Mas Wira's affair?"

I'm nodding. Mom was crying.

"What kind of woman are you, huh? Tega snatched the husband from a woman who was pregnant. Where are your feelings and your conscience, fellow women?"

"Pardon me Ranti, Allah has sent down His commandment on me. I've received the reward now. I'm sorry I hurt you so much. Wira is dead, Ranti. He's in an accident at work."

"Ma, Dira please be with Mama, I'm sorry..!"

"You don't know what has been***** this was done to Mama Dira, she snatched Papa Wira from Mama when Mama was pregnant big Rena. And Rena, as you know, is the woman who has taken your Papa until you have never met Papa."

Linda calmed down and knelt at Mama Ranti's feet.

"I beg Mom, I'm sorry, I'm Papa Wira's son too. My mother has felt enough of the reward for her actions ma'am, I beg you! Forgive my Mother!"

"Ma, please!" Added Devan.

"standing son. You're not wrong, even though you're Mas Wira's son with another woman, but I can't fault you who don't know anything about the past."

"So you're sorry about my mother?"

"It's been decades, now I have a better life. Had kids like Rena and Devan, had a husband like Papa Wildan, and had daughters-in-law like Raka and Dira. It was more than happy enough for my life. Bismillah, I sincerely forgive you Salma, get well soon! May Allah forgive you."

"Thank you Ranti, thank you, you are a good woman, Ranti. It's worth your life to always be happy" said Mother.

"You too will be happy Salma, for we are now a family. Your children indirectly have the same blood flow as my son Rena, they are brothers. Rena, do you want to forgive Salma's mother and regard her son as your brother, son?"

"If Mama sincerely forgives them, Rena is also sincere Ma."

"You Devan?"

"Devan is following me."

From his tone of speech, my husband did not sincerely forgive Mom. But yes, I'll give him a scrape..

Since then, Mama Ranti has provided shelter for Mom and Linda in Bandung. While the house in Jakarta, rented to people who do not have a place to live.

Mama Ranti also brought Mom to seek treatment abroad, until her efforts bore fruit. Slowly and gradually the scabs on the mother's body began to dry up.

This drama-filled life ended peacefully. I, I feel happiest among them. In addition to bringing together Mom and Mama who often conflict, I also have a husband who loves me very much.

Love comes because it's used to it being real, right? And I'm starting to love my husband.

Bang Angga, I never regret ever loving and being a part of your life. Thanks to your presence, through you, I can feel this priceless happiness. May God give you the most beautiful place by Aamiin's side.

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