My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Life Choices (Last)

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?" greet my husband through a mobile phone.

"Whatever, you are Sir!" I answered not excited to hear his request.

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. In my heart it soars glad to hear it. Good thing, make more of my efforts at my parents' house, later.

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

"Later on, his father slept!"

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

　

　

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 have regrouped 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!"

　

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 a job for him. Thank God, even though his salary is not much, but he really did it.

The cycle of my domestic life was as usual, that is, I returned to being a chatty wife, and my husband remained 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.

Usually, my fussiness becomes friday, when there is a family economic dispute with him. Surely my angry talk will come out, "the basic male irresponsibility ... !"

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

But ... how else. The reality of my home should always be my gratitude. There are still many other households that are not as lucky as me, easily toppled by the waves of life.

Therefore, whatever the household problems, except treason, household integrity must be the main choice.

For me, most importantly our family remains intact.

The exam of my life stuck in the Massage House plus-plus has taught me many meaningful lessons, especially about the absence of perfection in a household couple.

Therefore .... the household we live in today is different from the previous. Now my husband and I started learning to live in a household all over again.

I continued to cultivate my patience for his weakness, and my husband began to learn that it was not easy to run away from his responsibilities.

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?

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 my daughter and my husband were walking in Tanggerang, while we were 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.

Suddenly my eyes were wide open to see the figure of the man I missed terribly.  The woman he was holding was much prettier than me. He's not veiled. From her appearance, she looks like a woman from an educated circle.

There was a whir of jealousy I was creeping at their affection. Honestly, the feeling of kangen and jealousy is soaring into one.

My husband glanced at me while inviting me to follow towards Mas Bram.

"Where, we're going, ma'am." asked my husband with a smile. Maybe my husband smiled because he saw Mas Bram had joined hands with a beautiful woman.

I glanced at my daughter who was carrying my husband. Suddenly my consciousness came out to reject my husband's invitation to Mas Bram.

"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 get caught up in the weird problems of my past and drag them into my household

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 my daughter.

With my husband I want to build a better family future, and become the future bow for my daughter to benefit parents, society, nation and religion.

When this story was finished, after all the household storms had passed, I was now happy enough with my husband, even though we were still economically fit.

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

Thank you to the author of this story, who has been writing it for days. I must admit, the author of my story is so good at composing sentences, so that I as the perpetrator of the story is often made to cry himself every read chapter by chapter. It was as if I was coming back to that dark past.

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