My husband never loved me

The Past of Bu Tari

Sisi stared at the confused woman beside him. The question was not answered by the woman. There was sadness emanating from the woman's face. Shut up, staring blankly in front of him. As if he was unaware of the people around him. What happened to that woman? Why did he have to be that sad, hearing that simple question. Or is there really a painful story of the woman's past. A moment later he looked at Sisi's face. As if giving answers to questions.

"Mother, why are you sad? Sorry if Sisi's question makes you sad." The side grabbed the woman's shoulder. Ms. Tari let out her tears, as she recalled something so dark in her life.

"Mother, it's okay. It's just that, Mother always remembers Mother's parents. Mother..." The woman did not continue her words, then left her guest. Sisi who feels strange with the attitude of Bu dance, wants to pursue him. But a moment later, Hanif came from the kitchen.

"Where's mama?" The man searched around the room. Looking for her mother who is not with her lover.

"Mother's away. She cried, "Sisi replied unkindly.

"crying? Why?" cecar Hanif was worried about the state of his mother.

"I don't know, honey. I just asked Mother if her family was in this city. That's it," said Sisi honestly. Hanif immediately rubbed his face rough. He knows his mother very well. Often times asked like that must immediately cry and grieve.

"I'm sorry, honey. Because I'm sad mother," said Sisi felt guilty. Hanif approached her lover, trying to calm the woman down.

"It has. It's not your fault, baby! Mother always has been. If asked about his family. I'm upstairs, yeah, look at Mommy." The side nodded. After that Hanif went to catch up with his mother in the room.

A middle-aged woman, looking at a photo. She missed the person in the photo. But what is power. Due to her mistake, she could not meet the figure in the photo. The sound of the door opening paid off his daydream. Quickly, he hid the photo behind his pillow. After that, she wiped away the remains of her tears. Hanif, who had just entered her mother's room, immediately approached and hugged the woman she cared about the most. In the arms of her son, the woman again sobbed.

"Mother why? Why cry?" The woman cried in the arms of her son. He did not even answer his son's question. It was as if he did not want a secret of his past in knowing his son.

"Mother, if you don't tell Hanif. How can Hanif know, what makes you sad." The words of the bespectacled man slightly opened the woman's heart. That's right what his son said. His past was not a disgrace he had to hide from his son. Slowly she broke away from her son's arms. He took a long breath. Then he started telling stories.

"Mother remembers your Grandpa and Grandma. Mother misses them!" Hanif was surprised to hear that. All this time he never knew, if he still had a grandmother and grandfather from his mother. Because all this time he had never met them. Even if he asked, never answered by his mother and late father.

"Why don't we meet them, Bun?" Ma dance was silent for a moment. He was confused as to what to answer. And finally he told me the truth.

"Because your grandfather didn't want Mommy!" Ms. dance back sobbing, painstakingly Hanif calms her Mother. After quieting down, Ms. Tari continued her story.

Her relationship with her husband is about her parents. Because her husband is not a person. Even he was expelled by his father because for him it was a disgrace of his family. His parents were prominent people in his area. In addition to successful coal entrepreneurs in Kalimantan. He also planted a famous stock in Jakarta. For him to have the son-in-law of a street vendor is a disgrace in his family.

Because she loved her husband so much, she was willing to leave her parents behind. She and her husband went to her parents' house. But his father said he had no children. From that moment on, she decided not to come to her parents' house again. A little bit of heartache, it's on him. Even until her husband died, she did not dare to meet her parents. The circumstances how. He doesn't know either. For almost 30 years, she was separated from her parents.

Hearing that, Hanif was also sad. He was confused as to how. Rediscovered her mother with her grandparents. What possible?

"Bun, may Hanif know the photos of Hanif's grandmother and grandfather." Mom Tari was silent for a moment, but after that she took the photo she had stored behind her pillow earlier. The photo was then handed to her son.

"It! They are your grandmother and grandfather." Hanif took the photo from the hand of his mother, after which he saw the photo. He felt, there was a resemblance of him to his grandfather. Both have dimples. Satisfied by the photo, Hanif returned the photo to the mother. He recalled, it had taken too long to make Sisi wait in front.

"Bun, Hanif stay first! Kasian Sisi wait ahead." Ms. Tari just remembered that she had made her future daughter-in-law worried.

"Astaghfirullahalladzim Nif, Mother until forgotten. Meet Sisi, tell him. Mommy's sorry, you didn't mean to leave her." Hanif smiled at the panic on his mother.

Hanif walked out of his room towards the middle room. He approached his girlfriend who looked restless waiting for him to return. When I found out Hanif was walking towards her. The side is approaching.

"Where's Mother?" tanyanya panic.

"Quiet darling. Mother is okay." Sisi immediately breathed a sigh of relief at Hanif's reply.

"So Mother also told me. He's sorry for you, because he left you" Hanif continued.

"I'm okay, really. What matters is that you are okay. That's enough for me, baby. Mother Why is she?" Sisi asked Hanif the reason his mother became sad.

"We say it, yes! Let's have a good chat." The two of them went to the garden beside Hanif's house.

In the park there is a large statue, which was deliberately placed there. His late father used to spend his weekends there reading his favorite books. Faithfully accompanied his father. Since the departure of his father. No one else is sitting there. The side sits on a circular bench on the support rod of that umbrella.

Hanif began to tell the story of his parents' past to Sisi. Hearing the story, Sisi remembered something. Remembering Nek Puspita who lived in the social parlour. He thought if Miss Dance was the same person as the child Puspita was looking for.

"Darling, if I could know. What's your grandmother's name?" Sisi's question slightly surprised Hanif.

"Hmmm I haven't asked you yet" Hanif replied.

"The story you tell is the same as the story Puspita told me."

"Mr Puspita? Who's she?"

To be continued