Mother's Choice Husband

Mother's Choice Husband 4

Mom bang.emak doesn't want to wake up." I said hysterically while still shaking my mother's body.

Suddenly my neighbor came to my house, hearing my hysterical voice.

" Be calm, Nai, I'm going to the midwife's house to check on you." Anto ran through the crowd of people present in our house.

" Make up!!! Don't joke mom!!"

I feel like I have lost consciousness. I'mfrightened... Scared.once....

"Mak........ Awake mak... My screams.

Don't leave me, mam!

Wak sani hugged me. "Istighfar Nai!" Whisper in my ear.

" Wak.emak don't want to wake up wak..." My words limp. My energy is up. My voice is also hoarse

" Assalamu'alaikum."

" Neylorda." Said the neighbor in my house.

The midwife and Anto's already come.

" Buk, please mom!" My words beg. " Save the rmak, buk!" My great-grandson is helpless.

" We'll check on Nai first." Say a midwife while checking on my mother.

My heart is beating fast. Not ready to accept the harsh reality later.

The midwife looked at me inside. Breathe in.

" Nai, be patient, my mother is not there." Vibrating midwife buk voice.

I'm shaking.

All present compact said innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un...

I'm shaking. My vision is blurry and I cannot see this world.

" Nai, Nai, wake Nai." So many voices calling my name. The smell of eucalyptus oil is in my sense of smell.

I opened my eyes.

I saw people busy preparing for my mother's funeral. Some neighbors were teaching in front of the mother.

I was led by Sak Sani to approach the mother's bed. White cloth covers mother's face. I sibak the cloth, I saw the face of my paled mother. My tears are spilling back.

" Come on Nai, but don't make a sound." Message wak Sani.

I'm nodding.

I rubbed his cold old face. I kissed her wrinkled cheeks. Forgive Nai mak's mistake.

"Mom, I promise I won't divorce your chosen man, even if my life is at stake." I said in my heart.

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The process of bathing, pardoning and soldering the mother is complete. We are now at the funeral. Anto looks down the moringa. Abah has come.

As far as my relationship with my brother is concerned, until the moment I am struck this way he does not stand beside me to give me strength and fortitude.

Should I call him an old man?

I looked at the boy next to me. I estimate he's about ten years old. The boy stole and took my golden days with you.

I'm back to focusing on my mom's funeral. Now the burrow is covered with soil.

Hardcore, I'm trying hard. Even though my tears are still dripping one by one. At least I'm not roaring. I don't want my mother to be sad, because I haven't accepted reality.

The people have left this cemetery. It's just me, Anto, his brother and his son.

I kissed mom's headstone. Saying goodbye also promised to be diligent in visiting him.

I don't care about the three men who followed me home to my reot.

At home I cleaned myself. It seems the neighbors are making food for the event tahlilan mother. I don't know where the funds came from, maybe alms from the neighbors.

I'm still sitting on my mom's thin bed. I held the blanket butututnya. Smelled the scent of his body that was still left in this stuffy room.

The door curtain opened, and Sani's face poked behind it, "Nai, eat first!" Take wak Sani.

I nodded walking out of the room.

I sat next to my husband. The eating begins. As for the husband and wife, I fill the rice and side dishes Anto.

I looked at the food in front of me.

There is chicken gulai, egg sambal also decoction of cassava leaves and sambal terasi. There are so many dishes in front. The food I dreamed of. The food that used to make my saliva drip. But it doesn't bother my appetite at all.

" Eat Nai!" Said wak Sani rubbing my back.

I took the plate and took enough.

I ate my mom today, but she wasn't there. This good food means nothing to me.

If I may ask, let me live hard but there is still a mother beside me, accompanying me.

Ah, it turns out my tears have not dried up even though I have been crying all day.

Today's dinner is over. Neighbors came home.

Anto Abah is also his son.

Wak Sani still faithfully accompanied me.

" Nai, don't be sad. Your mother was happy there. Your job right now is to pray for your mother to always have her grave covered." Father say.

I looked at the middle-aged man. Smart man, that's my judgment.

My emotions peaked instantly, the thing that I had been damming for a moment wanted to explode like a mountain that erupted out lava.

" Yes, my mother is happy now. I no longer feel hurt by my mother's past. No longer be overshadowed by the betrayal of her husband. No longer feel poor with their children. No more...!" I can't continue my words. It hurts, that's how I feel.

"Then..." Said wak Sani lirih.

" My mother suffered for a dozen years, while this man prefers to live with his new wife. Less suffering what else did my mother do?" It turns out I can't respect this guy.

And the man I called this brother just bowed silently without refuting a word of mine.

" Now go! From a young age I don't need your compassion." My words throw my face away.

The man was crying. And his son just watched his father cry.

" I'm sorry your brother is Nai." Pintanya.

I will not forgive those who have made wounds in our hearts.

I ran into the room. Crying sucked. Tired and I overslept.

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I woke up, my eyes heavy and puffy. Magrib has arrived. I took the ablution water to complain to the creator about my larvae today.

Wak Sani also seemed to have gone home.

Anto is still playing his device.

I didn't greet him. My mouth feels locked to go stale with it.

I see Adzan heard. I prepare to fulfill the divine call.

Tonight the first night will be held. Neighbors had filled my yard to send prayers to my mother.

Mak hope mom placed in a place that is as good as her mom. Forgiven all sins in his life. Amen to Allah.

The tahlilan event is over.

It's just me and Anto.

I took out a pillow and a blanket and I didn't forget I was burning mosquito repellent. Without a word I left the dick in the middle room.

I went into the room and laid my tired body on the mother's bed.

One by one memories began to rotate in my head.mak who always forced me to get married, also lately the mother who likes to get angry.

Huft. I got back up. Get out of the room to get a drink. Anto Masik fun playing with his mobile phone.

I don't give a shit. Right now I just want to be alone.

But what does anto do with the phone? It was as if his life could not be separated from his cell phone.

Is there a husband who looks like Anto?