My husband is not my first love
Special Man
Enjoy the fragrant coffee flowers. We sat with legs dangling in the small cottage in the middle of the plantation. In addition to coffee lovers, I just got away he also likes the white flowers jasmine. Flowers that fill all branches, gag there.
Superior seedlings, maximum care makes the plantation more attractive to spend the day than the vast house building. This is another reason this man chose coffee when most villagers were still loyal to rubber. The plants are hereditary residents of the Musi river on the southern part of Sumatra, a village that only a few years ago had land transportation. Because I remember well the days of MTS a boarding school first, I went back and forth on vacation with water tight.
When the price of rubber began to be hostile most people who do not have the capital do not have the courage to immediately overhaul the rubber garden as the only livelihood.
“Look! the little branch objected to bearing fruit. Coffee results cuttings.” I nodded following his direction. In addition to flowering there is also a dense fruit, dark green. Harvest season soon.
“How many years to this extent?”
“Since SMA has started.”
“Start what?” I asked the origin.
“Start to be a farmer, time starts to admire you.”
I saw him while shaking his head disinterested. The figure by my side just smiled and started to tell stories.
“At first there was about a hectare of the deceased's inheritance. Like most gardens here it contains rubber trees that began to die because they were tapped in an excessive way. I think the position is suitable for making a fish pond, the instinct of a breeder. Choosing a catfish because the treatment is not as complicated as other fish. The first harvest can be good enough to start buying land. A piece of land was still very cheap. Back to the catfish farmers, the first harvest can even buy two hectares at that time four million hectares. Brief story of each harvest buy new land as well as maintenance costs. It's the ninth year. I just work on what I learned first with a little innovation adapted to our natural conditions. Thankfully, God never disappointed his earnest servant, the results were directly proportional even more than I expected.
“Modal?”
“Loan from pesantren?”
I frowned with his words. He seemed to understand and explain.
“Iya, after exiting for santri who do not continue the next level loaned capital.”
“Great once your alma mater!”
“Means your husband is no cool?”
Cool, just say it in my heart. How not he lost at a very young age, not only able to rise and even crawl to success now. His parents must be proud there.
“But why it is so slow to get married, when it is already well established. Village teenagers usually after not going to school are married. Some even finished SD already married.”
“Well, how do I know, asked God dong, He determines a soul mate right?"
I saw it briefly before saying, “agak saucy yes, whereas.”
“Haaa .. haaa” he laughs.
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“Next week, can your husband go to Bandung? The schedule was three nights there. But if his wife starts to get used to it without the presence of this cool guy, the show can be cancelled.”
I looked at the man who was piling dishes on the dining table while chortling with confident words of himself.
“What way?”
“Agricultural seminar.”
“owh ..”
“You got-by what?”
“What's.”
“Garden and pond problems let Mr. Mamat, just focus on the same translation that just got five sheets of it.” He gave a witty smile.
I glanced in annoyance. This guy noticed what I was doing in front of the leptop, doesn't it seem like he's always busy.
“Kalo would like to stay at home Mr. gak papa.” I just responded in silence.
“The patch is yes?”
“Right as well, pas.” During his time I protested against dishes that I wasn't sure could rival.
“Hem, but kok snotan.”
Replex I confirm his speech with the back of the index finger that is still red with thisai.
The figure came closer and touched my forehead with his palm. As an adult woman should be touched on the forehead even by her own husband. However, unobtrusively looking up from the seat, looking at him awkwardly, this is not just an unaccustomed rishi. Even in the three days of marriage I have never opened the hijab in this house.
“You have a cold fever. That's why I said don't come, even interested in honeymoon in the garden.”
I glared at the figure who often spoke haphazardly. What honeymoon? It is also close to catfish and coffee flowers.
“But when it rains, we are romantic yes, dear do not pack banana leaves.”
Even continue the language is not interesting, make a head bracelet with this one creature. Directly standing with dirty dishes, not wanting to respond to his words.
“Let there first the plate, go to bed early. Don't forget, make sure to wear nice clothes!"
Had heard her teasing laugh, no matter I went straight to the room after putting the dishes.
The throbbing head made me not interested in sitting in front of the laptop completing the DL translation soon.
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The young man who had been in a shop with a neat skullcap stood by the side of the bed. Smiling softly became alarmed this morning. I wanted to protest when the consciousness had not yet returned intact, but immediately remembered that he was my husband, making me sit down immediately.
Before standing touching the corner of the lips with the back of the hand, worry that there is something there that could make it look embarrassing.
“Mandi early in the morning, kramas. Let the cold heal quickly.”
I just answered with a slow nod. Passing to the bathroom. As usual the bathtub is full, he definitely likes to exercise early in the morning.
While the man had gone to the village mosque, that was it, he was my neat imam with his five-time prayer.
After immersing myself in a long prostration, neutralizing anaiy on the path of life that is sometimes not grateful, I momentarily repeated the greeting that is always done even though no longer in the strict rules of pesantren.
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It was still dark out there when I turned on the laptop, continuing the rush that had begun in the first semester of college. Being an Arabic book translator is sometimes English. Additional income that can be saved. Although the scholarship money and paternity more than enough, but having your own income is something different even though not much.
I began to concentrate on facing the square screen, arranging the mouse and keyboard before opening the file waiting to be completed.
Flipping through thick sheets of books, alternately directing the view on the screen. Open a sheet of HVS tucked into a thick dictionary on the table. A few sentences were neatly scratched with the pendil there. Malay arabic script is lined up neatly as an explanation of some special words.
I frowned, then scratched my face-wrapped head. A moment of head bobbing.
Whatisthis?
That guy?
Whats?
Owh no, he's all that ambiya country language.
I close the book, stand up. The lust of translating amby alternated with the concern about the man who had been legitimately on paper as my husband. The village youth who looked simple.
Staring at the door, not yet home. I went back to the table, tidying up everything that was there as before. Pretend you haven't noticed what he's been doing all night. In a curious peck waiting for him to appear behind the door that was still tightly closed.
It will take a while before the greeting is heard.
“Asalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Already home?” Stale, things I didn't do before.
“Iya. Kangenkah?” Is smiling seductively at the door.
“About your pesantren first, the learning is oriented to independence?. That means studying livestock, gardening?”
“Heem.” The figure nodded then walked past, I followed.
“You drink coffee?” he saw me standing behind like a little boy who wanted to ask for pocket money but hesitated to say it.
“Not, I'll cook this morning.”
He looked back and hung his hands ready to spoon the sugar.
“Do not force yourself, I have even prepared myself to have a wife who is not accustomed to cooking.”
“I can learn quickly, you can count on me, although maybe it will not be as good as cooking, Nia .. ”
No matter what I do, stubborn characters who do not want to lose arise again. Look at the man smiling until his eyes are invisible.
The figure approached and then again touched my forehead. “The heat has gone down though!”
He continued brewing coffee still with a smile that made my cheeks heat up. It feels like getting caught by a rival that our value is no greater than it is, embarrassing.
“You studied religion also in the dorm first?” I switched the conversation. Can't stand the marketing and want to cover the awkwardness.
“He is a wife, his name is also pesantren.”
“Excuse someone did my translation last night."
“Heem, ma. I just thought you were working too hard, so I tried. No, it wasn't me, I asked a lot of people. Poor yes, he must be sleep-deprived got this former bullying disorder.”
I smiled back with his usual calm condition looking a little hesitant.
“Other times do not need to take over the duties of others, is not enough busyness in the pool and garden?”
I leave him, do not like him to interfere with my work, or even jealous to know someone who I do not expect beyond all the attributes of simplicity. Or even satisfied with my revenge.
My husband, a simple looking figure even when the fish pond and the plantation are sufficient if he wants to buy a more decent vehicle from a tired looking butut bike surrounding a row of coffee trees. Thin t-shirts that are said to be cold and absorb sweat are official clothes that only change with short-sleeved cocoa at dawn, isya and magrib. Food was not neko-neko, he liked village cuisine more often blended by himself, because I was still learning to cook.
I often see how he talks to the citizens, charismatic face looks friendly, typical of most village youth. Although now he became a place to ask a lot of people because of the way of gardening and farming that is recognized to distant cities. Succeeding at a young age, even being rewarded nationally, does not appear in the face of it arrogance.
He may have an ordinary nose and dark skin like most farmers but his charm remains unshackled, perhaps it is because he has a friendly face and a sincere smile. In all the good things that are attached to it I admire it but, once again, admiration is different and not the same as love. There's nothing less than just me not loving her, a cliche excuse once in a while.
If anyone asks me is it better to love or to love? No wonder the woman who chooses to be loved with all her arguments. But I will forever choose to love. Because born with the confidence that with my love will be able to make my partner also fall on my love. Another reason I don't need to explain, just need to be answered with the question that have you ever been in love?
Such was this marriage, I processed myself to be a wife for that beggar man, but it would be hard to seem to love him because I was not a simple person to switch hearts. He was in no hurry, let alone force himself.
Earth Rafflesia 1616
