Missing the Love of Husband

Chapter.7 Asking for an opinion

We finished the Ashar prayer solemnly, it is true.. When we are bored and tired of dealing with problem situations, God is the place to complain the best and most appropriate.

My heart is a little calm, although the pain is still noticeable. I decided to take the child to the mall while enjoying the afternoon before night.

When we reached the place, the children immediately went to the game rides, I waited for them not far away, still able to watch their movements from my view.

“Loh Bu Alin huh?” Greet someone whose voice is like a stranger, when I look, sure.. It turns out that Bu Ustadzah used to fill out studies at the assembly that I often visited lately.

“MasyaAllah Ma'am Sarah.” I immediately greeted her by kissing her hands and hugging her.

“Bu Alin same kids yes.”

“Iya Ma'am.. Also they play there, whose own mother?” I asked around Miss Sarah, there was no one there.

“I happen to be my own Mom, I stopped by because there is something I want to buy first. My husband is also out of town, and I know I don't have any children.. So this is how Ms..” All I know is, Sarah's Ustadzah is a wife who wants to be polygamous, I don't know how wide her heart is, until she allows her husband to marry again.

“Ya already, if so Mother can join us, later my home between Bu..” bargain me on her.

After the children played, I invited Ustadzah Sarah to eat with us.

“Ummi, There is Abi there, same women who came to our school!” Rafa pulled the edge of my shirt and whispered that line to me, I circulated my gaze towards the direction my son pointed to.

Degh's!

Even though I already knew if my husband had remarried another woman, it still hurt, even more because I saw him again.

“Bu Alin?” Call Miss Sarah to me, I hurriedly wiped the teardrops at the corner of my eyes.

“Eh Yes Ma'am.. Let's eat!”

Stomach that was originally hungry, now suddenly so full and difficult to fill.

“Bu Alin okay?” ask Ms. Sarah who seems to understand that I am not okay.

“I know.. The guy who was at the end of there.. Mother's husband, right? the woman beside her is.”

“His second wife!” my gaze with great emphasis, my two sons immediately turned towards me as the sentence escaped from my lips just like that. Sarah's mother suddenly became silent, maybe she became clumsy when she found out my husband had another wife.

“If you want to cry, cry Bu..”

“I'm tired of crying Mom, it feels like tears don't want to come out from there anymore.”

“Why a man always does, he always feels capable of having more than one wife, he knows and understands very well.. If the woman is fragile and helpless, then can all that be an excuse for her to marry again?” the answer from Sarah makes me flabbergasted, will he also be reluctant to be polygamous?

“No Ma'am, no one's fault... Why you should apologize, Ms. Alin is young, still able to make choices and live.. If at the end of it we can not survive, why torture yourself by letting a wound remain gaping?? Our soul and body need to be happy, ma'am, because our nature as women is weakness.. ”

“I'm not talking this way because I'm against polygamy, am I.. Ms. Alin also knew that my husband also had another wife, even my honey up to two, I accepted because I proved to be unable to have children.. And by Allah I am glad, though sometimes jealousy is always there. All women are the same, want to be loved, pampered and loved by their husbands.but if in our hearts it is very difficult to be sincere, not the heaven we get, but instead accumulate sin, he said, we become tyrannical to the husband, neglecting our duties because of the pain that always whack.”

I'm down, right.. I can't hold on. My heart isn't that strong.

“Then why do you still survive?”

Ms. Sarah smiled at my question, did my question hurt her.

“Bu Alin, I am half a century old, not young anymore, what I want to fight for again, at the end of his man I choose another woman to be in his heart, now I'm used to Mom, while Bu Alin is still young, can still make choices.”

“What am I wrong if I can't survive with my husband Bu?”

“Not wrong Mom, we refuse polygamy not because we violate existing sharia.. That is the right of each individual.. Some are covered in chest and sincere, some do not accept with all that, do not accept it more to his example.. Oh for what I try to pretend to be strong, and feel polygamy, real heart we are not able, our heart is always in revolt, the ends we so do not sincerely serve the husband, the husband, we want heaven, but the real sin that we get. ” explained Ms. Sarah, I looked at my two sons, they seemed to know if I was fragile at this time, both of their hands were holding my hand.

“Ummi we just go home, we're full!” said Rafi.

“Ya is Come.”

“Alin?” the male baritone's voice stopped my hand from putting my phone in my bag. I looked at Mas Dery, and the woman remained affectionate in her arms with Dery.

Astarghfirullah's.. It hurts so much this heart.

“Abi, who is he?” asked Rafa to point out that the child I thought was about 7 or 8 years old, Mas Dery was confused about what to answer, he turned to me asking for help to explain to the children, but I don't want to help her. Let him explain who the child is to his own biological child.

“This is Aunt Renata's dear son, consider this Aunt Renata your mama too yes, and she..Think of her as your little sister too huh?” Mas Dery said very softly to Rafa and Rafi.

“Why this aunt should I call my mom, my mom is only one Bi, Ummi.. There is nothing else!” rafa replied firmly. And Rafi just nodded confirming the words of her twin sister.

I see Renata as misbehaved with this situation, I admit she is beautiful, her hair is straight and long, her body is nice and her skin is pure white, and she is beautiful, so this is the woman you love, is it?

“Travel.. It's Renata... Dia..”

“Bu Sarah, let me take you home.. It's almost Maghrib, we have to pray Maghrib first right?” my words cut off Mas Dery's talk.

“Mbak your husband is talking, why are you so impolite his cutting off his talk!” renata defended her husband.

“Sorry Renata, I'm in a hurry to pray Maghrib, so sorry!” I immediately walked out to the parking lot, all following me from behind without asking much.

I will no longer open the door of the household for you, I will never...