Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 54

“Ma! Mom ...!! Deck ... take a look, Brother got another trophy .. yeaaa!” With sweat still soaking his hair and the sports suit he was wearing, the boy excitedly got down from the car, running with a trophy in his hand. Finished attending the High School Badminton Student Sports Competition, he got off the car running into the house carrying with him the racket bag on his back.

“Wahh ... Champion brother again!” The mother stood up from the seat, showing admiration for her son. “Nyesel mama did not participate in the competition, Bang.” he said when welcoming the arrival of the son while wiping his arm.

“Horeee!! Make me, make me!!”  The beautiful little girl wearing a suit patterned sailor stripe was coming down from her seat. He immediately grabbed the trophy from his brother's hand.

“ I know.” The girl raised her index finger. “Should be stored there, right, Bang?” tanyanya while running towards the display cabinet which is currently full of items belonging to her brother.

“Be careful, Deck, later jatoh can be damaged, loh!” shouted the worried Mama when she saw little Maula carrying the object while running around.

Khayru put the racket bag on the table and approached Maula. He caught up with the little girl and then hugged her so that she could put the trophy in a glass cabinet that was still too high to reach a girl his age.

“Try counting first, how many are there now? Should have increased.”

“Duaaaaa!!” He quickly raised his ten tiny fingers. 'The 'Two' version of the Maula means 'many' and whatever the number he will only show ten fingers if he cannot count things because of too many numbers.

“Kok, still two, anyway?” khayru Protest.

“Busy counting has Abang mulu, nih, Adek. You also have to have your own trophy, dong,” exclaimed Mr. Zul who suddenly entered after parking his car in the yard and approached his wife who was sitting on the sofa, watching his son and daughter.

“Nah tuh, Papa says you should have your own trophy, Dek,” timpal Khayru.

“No, no!” said Maula who was still in Khayru's lap. He wiggled his index finger. “The one... it ...,” while pointing at the row of trophies belonging to the Brother. “Kan make Adek all. Yes, Bang. Yes, yes..?” He played his eyebrows and wrapped his hands around Khayru's neck while seducing her.

“Iya what is enggaaak?!” screech while continuing to pull the cheek of his brother who continued to frown. The question of Maula must be the same as coercion.

“Iya, inces. Yesaa! Don't scream in your ears. It is not budek.”

Mr. Zul and his wife just laughed at seeing Khayru as if he got a curse for never being able to say 'no' to his beloved sister.

“Keep later, Brother don't have any more trophies dong?” While carrying Maula who was still stuck on her-sitting on the sofa.

“Abang will have me.” Maula pointed at herself. “I want to be his cup Brother.” He played back his eyebrows while tidying up the hair of the messy and sweaty Brother.  Maula is the most romantic girl Khayru knows, as only Maula dares to do such things including kissing her forehead.

“Well, really, even want to be a trophy, anyway, Dek? Mama doesn't understand?” ask the mother astonished.

“There's-There's only you, Dek. Said to have to have his own cup even want to be a trophy,” timpal his father while trying to sit as relaxed as possible because a little tired.

“Abang dear not the same trophies Abang?” ask Maula.

“Yes darling, dong. It's hard to get it.”

“I also want to be loved by Brother. So it wants to be a trophy,” he replied while laughing.

Khayru sighed, as the memories just flashed by.

Your dear brother, Dek. Wherever you are, you will still love you forever, his mind while standing closed his eyes in front of the glass cabinet.

The pat on Khayru's shoulder scattered a few glimpses of her childhood that suddenly appeared when she accidentally saw a neatly arranged row of trophies in the glass cabinet.

“Ru!”

“I-iya, Di,” he replied with a glance.

“Hh ... I thought you could sleep standing up. Called from earlier, not nyahut,” cibir Aldi. “Whose stuff is it, huh? Rich want to go far away,” point Aldi wonder towards some bags that are ready to be transported into the car.

“Sit first, In.” Khayru invited Aldi to sit on the living room sofa while waiting for the others. Soon Katia came out of her room after hearing Aldi's car just arrived in the yard.

“Kat, can you ask for a moment, no? Call Maula in her room.”

“Good.” He immediately stepped into the room upstairs.

“Lo why, anyway, Ru? Where are you going? I asked no answer.”

“But how long?”

“The name also comes home. Means I settled dong there.”

“Staying? How about, Ru. I'll bother myself at the office,” the protest. “Lo instead travel-rich gini. Where Risa is still recovering, again.”

“Oh, yes. Risa's position please change with Katia, yes, Di. Love Risa allowance every month as an apology from Maula, but do not let her work again in our company.”

“That means dismissed? Why?”

“Hmm ... Gapapa, I'm afraid he's an accident. Yes but it's up to you. As long as he can work with professionals. Don't forget to guide Katia. Help friends Maula also.”

“Yes geez. So much of my job? While Lo, take it easy there.”

“Gue help Lo from a distance,” replied Khayru while chuckling. “Udah Lo don't fuss. I'm sure Katia is reliable. If necessary, recruitment of other professional personnel is easy.”

“Bulshit, Lo! Check me,” hisses.

Khayru called all ART because he wanted to order many things as usual if he was going to leave Maula. But this time it was different. He did not know when he would set foot again in this house. He's been away for a year from this house, but this time it feels very different. He was ceaselessly looking at every corner of the room in this house. He felt that this time he would really miss her more than ever.

“Gimana, Bik, Ma'am, Neng ... Do you understand what I said?”

“Ng-ngerti, anyway. But ... Where are you really going? How, this is so?”

“Oh, the Maula dateng.” Khayru immediately stood up to him. “Sini, Deck.” He pulls her hand while Katia sits down.

Maula held back a little because her premonition said that today would be the toughest day for her. Suddenly, Khayru hugged him. Real tight.

“Start again by now, show off intimacy,” cibir Aldi while throwing his face.

“As Brother promised, today everything will be finished, but before let Brother hug you first. “The only cup of pride Brother, the romantic girl of brother's heart, the naughty mosquito who stole Brother's first kiss, the beloved wild cat, be a sweet cat from now on.”Both are trying hard not to cry.

Khayru releases a hug. His hands were still holding onto both of Maula's shoulders while looking at her. “Make Brother, the most important thing is to make Mama equally Papa proud of her beloved daughter. You must remember your promise to make that happen.”

It took a few minutes until Maula finally nodded in agreement, but her eyes had started to red and teary. Khayru kissed Maula's two hands while closing her eyes. Touching the tip of his head and rubbing Maula's cheeks which seemed to start moistening some warm crystal grains that escaped from her eyelids.

“Never cry. I don't like to see you cry. Look around you. There are many people who will love you. You will never be lonely in this world.” Khayru looked at everyone who was there to convince Maula.

“Please complain to Katia, she is your sister. Ask Bik Sulis, Mbak Tina, Neneng, Ferdi and also Mang Sodik, if you need help. There is also Om Aldi who is ready to help you at any time because he is a trusted brother. Rere and Nikita will also always be there for you, accompany you to study at school, and play occasionally to entertain your heart if you are bored.”

He looked at the little ring on Maula's finger. “Abang ask memento from you. Can you ask for this ring?” he asked as he opened the ring and looked at it as before he had first put it on Maula's finger.

He smiled then he tightly hugged the body of the little girl who was fixated before him. “As Papa said, only marriage ties can get us this close. However ... starting today, Brother will untie that bond.”

After looking at his face in satisfaction, he slowly let go of any form of touch towards the Maula then took a step back to make a little distance between them. He took his deepest breath.

“This second ... with witnessed them all ...” Khayru looked at those who were there. “Abang drop talaq over you, so from now on, you have no obligation whatsoever, because Brother is not your husband anymore.”

“Abang is not entitled to you anymore.” Khayru looked up because it seemed like tears wanted to slide at the wrong time.

“May God forgive our sins.”  He knew that divorce was hated by God.

The pledge Khayru spoke, made everyone widen their eyes.

“Wait! Wait!” Aldi immediately stood up with his shocked face. There is no difference in the face around it. Full of question marks.

“You're not kidding me, are you? Ru! Do you realize what you said earlier?”

“Why mess with the word talak? Fast Istighfar,” urged because Aldi thought, Khayru was being khilaf.

To Be Cobtinued ....