MY LOVELY AUTHOR'S
THE WIYARTA FAMILY AND THE DRAMA IN IT PART 6
“I have just given birth with a higher death percent than life percent coupled with caring for Arata with various treatments that are complicated enough to keep him alive, he said, still have to accept the ravings, grievances and discontent from my in-laws. My in-laws blamed me for everything bad that happened to Arata and it didn't just last a year or two. Even ten years passed, my father-in-law still kept bringing it up. It gets worse when Arata refuses to study and is not interested in medicine. So ...” Arata's mother took a sip of the coffee she made and soaked the wall of her dry throat for telling me long enough. “by accident, I vented my frustration and my anger at Arata. Whenever I was upset at Arata not following me and refusing to study, I always said this line to him: You are the failure of my life, Arata!”
This kind of problem happens often in the real world. The daughter-in-law trampled on her pride for being guilty of being from a family with lower status and standing. The daughter-in-law is required to always perform perfectly. The daughter-in-law is required to provide a son in order to continue the family tree. A daughter-in-law is required to raise a child well. If the child grows up to be a child with bad character, then it is the fault of the mother. The male's family would blame his son-in-law for carrying bad genes on his son. If the child grows up with good character and even has a successful life in the future, then the father will be proud.
Things like this don't just happen once or twice. Unless it happened repeatedly. Whenever a child makes a mistake, his mother is to blame. But whenever the child makes a proud, then the father will receive pride and praise. Isn't this ironic, considering that the mother is always with the child from the womb to growing up??
“Mother ... is a bad mother isn't it?” Arata's mother spoke to me again after I didn't respond to her long story for being too busy with my thoughts.
“Ah .. no, Mom. Even though I'm not married and I don't have children yet, I know a little how Mom feels. I have a friend who sometimes complains about the same thing as mom.” The friend I'm referring to here is Warda. I remember several times during her visit, Warda always felt annoyed whenever her mother-in-law came to visit her. Warda's mother-in-law complained about this and that included Warda not immediately pregnant and giving her a grandchild. The complaint did not stop even though Warda was pregnant.
“Really?? It would be very nice if I could get to know Asha's friend as well.”
“I think ... My friend will be very happy to know Mom,” reply.
After finishing her story to me, Arata's mother said goodbye to me because of the promise she had with Arata's father.
“Lain times .. can we have lunch together, Asha? No need to eat out if you feel uncomfortable. We eat at my house, how?” Before leaving, Arata's mother gave her little invitation to me.
“If Mom doesn't mind, then I won't mind either, Bu.”
Arata's mother hugged my body tightly. The fragrant aroma of a mother makes me feel a little longing for my biological mother whom I have not seen for a long time.
“Having a daughter is one of my expectations that has not been fulfilled until now, Asha. I hope you can marry Arata soon, that way .. I can freely take you away with me.”
After saying that, Arata's mother left and it was Kendra's turn to appear in front of me.
“How was the conversation, Asha? Seeing my mother's face leaving with a smile, I think my mother felt a little relieved to be able to tell someone the problem.” Kendra looked at me with a smile on her lips.
“Before that, how did Brother know if I wanted to ask about Arata and his mother's relationship until Ibu Arata came here?” I knew earlier that Kendra had contacted Maha. I thought he asked Maha to come here to accompany me. But I was really surprised when the one who appeared in front of the door was not Maha, but Mother Arata.
“From your gaze as you left the meeting resto last time. I feel it would be better if you hear this matter from the person concerned.”
I smiled seeing her nettle Kendra's eyes caught someone's expression. “Doctors are different. No wonder most people who take the profession of doctor are intelligent people.”
Huft, I let out a long sigh and then nodded my head. “Slightly complicated. This misunderstanding is already happening too much and is left to it. Those bad memories have been recorded and embedded deep enough in Arata, so if you want to straighten them out it feels. If I have to blame then I can only blame the bad habits of the elder who always demands a lot from his son-in-law. Making Arata understand Mom's situation, it seems like it will be quite difficult.”
Kendra sat in front of me with both her arms widened towards the back of her chair. His position clearly shows that he is someone with a type that dominates wherever he is and the character seems to be suitable to be the material of my next novel character. I've never written a doctor's love story, it might be interesting if I tried it.
“That's right, it's very difficult indeed. Me and Maha who try to explain the circumstances of Mother, never succeeded.”
I had guessed. Given how stubborn Arata has always been after me, I can already guess how Arata is. In this case, Arata also felt hurt, instilling his mother's words in his memory for years.
“Solving this problem is actually easy. Both just need to talk to each other from heart to heart and let go of their egos. It's just ... “
“Only Mother and Arata are both stubborn and maintain their respective egos.” Kendra continued my words while nodding her head.
Not long after .... Kendra gave me her little applause. Prok ... prok .. and made me look at him with a confused look. “Why is Brother clapping?”
“I don't think if a writer turns out to be an observant person and also smart. Looks like ... all this time I've underestimated this profession a little.”
“I'll accept the greeting as a form of praise from Sister.” I lowered my head slightly to show my gratitude to Kendra. After that ... I said my farewell sentence to immediately leave the workspace of first brother Arata.
“One more .. can I ask again, Asha?” Kendra stopped my intentions for the second time.
“Please, Brother.”
“Despite the circumstances and situations you faced before, can you tell me your reason for being a writer, Asha?”
I raised my hand and looked at her with my small smile. This time the answer to this question, I will use it to avenge the little intimidation Kendra had directed at me. “God's power I don't have.”
“You mean?” I saw a slight look on Kendra's face that was a little surprised to hear the answer I gave.
“Because human life is bound by time and destiny, many things go beyond the plans we make. We don't know when death will come to pick us up, nor do we know what will happen tomorrow, later or even an hour from now. Sometimes ... we take the wrong decisions in this life and end up regretting everything. The things that have happened cannot be changed either. For many reasons, I chose to be a writer where in the book I wrote, I determined everything that would happen in it. In my work, I can have the power of God to set the story in it. Does it answer Sister's question?”
