My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Chapters 20. My decision

A few days later my daughter and I returned home to Bandung. My husband will follow after completing his Sister-in-law project in Jakarta.

"Mom, after I came from Jakarta, I followed Mom, huh?" my husband said through his phone.

"Whatever, you are Sir!" my answer is not excited. Whether my husband comes back to us or not, I don't expect much.

"I'll give you back the money, Mom, but half first, yeah!"

" Yes, "my answer is flat, though it is in my heart that I am glad to hear it. Good thing, make my efforts in my parents' house.

"But if I stay there, what will I do?"

"Later on, his workman fell asleep!"

"Hehe..don't get mad donk, Mom!"

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I finally went back to my parents' house. Efforts to live independently married to my husband for 4 years in Depok, run aground! And now me, my daughter and my husband are reunited with my big exit in a densely populated village.

Indeed, my return to my hometown does not carry the status of a widow, but, my soul has been made a widow by Mas Bram, because of the glory of his heart.

I have accepted my husband back as my husband, but it takes the process of accepting him as it used to be.

A message from Mas Bram I will always remember:

"  ... My message to Dik Raisa, give your husband a chance to correct his imperfections. Do not demand perfection of a husband, but accompany him in the process of becoming a good husband."

I really intend to forget Mas Bram, although this miss to him I can never disappear.

Mas Bram said, " ...As much as I feel my love for Dik Raisa, it doesn't matter. ...  Don't mind your feelings for me. It will go away on its own."

He said again:

" ...  Remember, one of the basic reasons you marry your husband is to love each other. Keep it until death do you part!"

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Living with my husband in Bandung, I started all over again. I started by opening a small shop.

"What do I do anyway, ma'am?" ask my husband who has been living with me for a month.

" Oh this father, still can not answer for himself the work."

"And you already know, how can I just work for Sister-in-law?"

"Yes, yes ... I'll find a job!"

Next ...

I too am the one who shakes loud of my husband's work.

I finally found work for him. Thank God, even though his salary is not much, but he really did it.

The cycle of my household life as usual, I returned to being a wife, my husband was still unreliable.

Month after month I have passed with my husband, but don't tell me I've forgotten how my husband for 10 months has been willing to leave us.

My husband does tend to have no responsibility, if faced with financial problems or work. She'll always say, "confused me, mom! Mumet, me!"

Not that I am proud of my strengths as his wife, but in fact, every time there is a household economy or family business, I always find a way out. My husband's position has always been my assistant.

Unlike the past, now that my husband and I began to learn to live in a household I continue to cultivate my patience for his weaknesses, my husband also learned not to run away from his responsibilities.

For me, most importantly our family remains intact.

The shortcomings of my husband will be accepted. Because after all he has made many sacrifices to me.

My husband was always patient with me. He always refrained from getting into a fuss with me.

He kept my honor as his wife in the eyes of his family by showing that he did not choose my wife.

Although I often say the words "try if I used to leave, you! It can't be like this life!"

But, my husband still persisted in not getting angry and leaving me again. I know, it must have hurt his heart.

That's my husband's advantage. Patience is above the average of other men.

Where else would you look, a man as patient as he is?

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Without feeling it has been a year my husband and I live in Bandung. Sometimes, I miss Mas Bram. But those longings were enough I recorded in my diary. Sometimes I post them on Facebook in the form of poetry.

One time when I, my daughter and my husband were walking in Tanggerang, while at the Mall, my husband saw Mas Bram.

"Mom, that's Mas Bram!" exclaiming my husband pointed towards the figure of Mas Bram who was holding a friendly young parable beautiful.

That woman is so much prettier than me. He's not veiled. From her appearance, she looks educated woman.

I was surprised to see their affection. Honestly, the feeling of kangen and jealousy is soaring into one.

My husband glanced at me while taking me after Mas Bram.

"Where, we're going, ma'am." asked my husband with a smile.

"No need, no need, sir! Let's get out of this mall!" I answered as I pulled my husband's hand out of the Mall.

I avoided Mas Bram, not because I was jealous or did not miss him. But I don't want to be stuck in the thorny past into my household anymore

Suffice the figure of Mas Bram a part of my past that need not be brought into my present life.

My current time is enough with my husband and daughter who are now 11 years old. With my husband, I want to build a better family future, one that is more beneficial to other human beings.

And now, after all my household storms have passed, I am now happy enough with my husband, even though we are still economically fit.

As much as I lack, I will accompany my imperfect husband forever, until eternal life in the hereafter.

Expire

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