MY WIFE'S 100KG

The Nineteen

"Wherever you run, if we've been destitute, we'll be together, too. Then why are you hiding?"

***

Ghumaisha.

"Come with me, Ghu. We leave everything behind and start building a new life. I'll take care of you. There'll be no more injuries, you want, right?"

The woman's head shook her head, in front of her right now was not the Ali she knew. A man who is always strong faces all the tests, and is always wise in deciding things. In fact, he's just an ordinary guy. Sometimes it can be weak because of feelings, not more, but indeed he also has a heart.

Ghumaisha's eyes closed, breathing deeply. "Ali ... Please don't be like this? You won't be weak because the world, unlike me, is broken by my own feelings." Ghumaisha said bitterly, staring at the sidewalk he was stepping on. How is it different from the land? Always trampled and unappreciated like ordinary humans.

Unwilling to give up, Ali still tried to convince the poor woman. Keep praying in his heart that he will accept. "Ghu, I'm sure you already know how I feel. If I had proposed sooner, you wouldn't be like this." Ali hit him on the head, feeling furious at himself. I feel like all these problems started because of it.

"I am indeed a weak man, and I procrastinate too much! Should have been sure. I immediately came to your house, instead of waiting for you to graduate school!" hardiknya upset, regretted his decision first.

"... Because you don't want me to drop out of school, Ali. You've been thinking about my future and my ideals all this time. Being a doctor and being able to care for the sick, you waited for the right time without having to decide my expectations. You're Ali's good man, don't deserve a woman like me. Ugly and unattractive. Look for another woman who matches you: beautiful, sholehah, educated and able to be a good wife and mother to you," Ghumaisa explained gently, her heart was filled to hear the man's words. Feeling her degree lifted as a woman, there is at least one person who is able to fight for her to stay alive.

"Ghumisha __"

"... Ali, I don't want you to feel the same way. Just leave me like this. My life is ruined. There's nothing more I can hope for. My husband doesn't want my presence, Tasya's sister hates me too. And the old man? Ever since I got married they never called me again. Why else would I breathe, if they didn't want me here. If I can breathe, solitude is the best place for me." Ghumaisha rubbed his face to remove the tear marks, his face must be very tangled now. Thinking about suicide made him regret. God, is he really crazy now? Why can't you do that stupid.

"I'm half crazy Ali! Sometimes I can talk normally. Next time, I could hurt someone else. Every time I see Ardian, I feel heartache. Sometimes even when alone I can cry screaming because of the voices of insults. I'm crazy, not like I used to be. I'm crazy ..." Her tears came back, though she rubbed and held him as much as she could.

Ali's hands clenched, her chest clenched at the suffering of the woman she loved. Iba will his life is always in bully and used as an insult and comparison of people.

"Ghumisha. I can respect your decision to not be with me, but let me take you somewhere far away. Forgetting all these events for a long time, letting them think about the sins that have been done to you. Find your own happiness and calm yourself. Don't worry about Jalal he's in my custody" Ali opened the car door, smiling, as if to say everything would be fine. Trust me.

"But, Al__"

Ali rolled her two eyes irritatedly while snorting bitterly. "I won't take you away, just wanting to show complete happiness. For you to be able to determine who you deserve more to defend and love. Reveal how many gifts God has given you. Ghumaisha, I still know the limits. Just take it easy .. So?" tanyanya, raise next to the halis.

"Ba-iklah." replied Ghumaisha half in doubt, then got into the car. While Ali smiled knots, hoping that everything would be fine after this.

***

Ardian arrived home when it was late at night, did not forget he was performing the magrib prayer first at the mosque. Prostrate to ask forgiveness for all sins committed. Realize, if all this time too immersed in the sea of world enjoyment to forget to be grateful.

Even always complaining of a destiny that can not unite him with a person in love, even though this is the best path outlined, but even the complaints he gives. Right, what he thinks is good is not necessarily the best.

Inside the apartment looked quiet, there was no Jalal who used to run around, carrying books and pens wanting to study in the living room. In the bedroom also did not find his wife Ghumaisa, usually he sat on the bed, hugging his knees. I don't know what daydreams, because he's getting used to it. Similarly, in the next room and other rooms, he found no one.

"Jalal's? Ghumaisha?" call Ardian to spread his gaze around. Starting to panic, worried that the two of them had already left themselves alone.

"Jalal's? Where are you?!"

Many times Ardian called out the names of the two of them, surrounding each room making sure they existed.

"THE GUINEA?!" now Ardian was screaming in the living room. "ANSWER!" he snapped like a madman, hoping one of them would reply.

"THE GUINEA?!"

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(Please don't go. Really, without you my life is bland. Don't give me punishment in solitude, I can't.

You are one of the most important parts of my life, the color and the reason for my happiness today.

Don't go, please. Give me a second chance to repair every wound, replace it with a smile that will never fade at any time.

Please ... don't go.)

"Uncle?"

Ardian turned his body back. A child stood at the entrance doorway, hugging a small black bag bearing the image of a spiderman. The man exhaled, ran, instantly grasping Jalal's body tightly.

"Where have you been? Uncle was worried and afraid that you would leave. Don't do this again. You gotit?" Ardian kissed Jalal's forehead, pulled the child's body back in his arms.

I don't feel Ardian's tears falling. His fear of losing them both was greater than losing treasure. Family is everything, yes, family is everything. Free treasures abound, if the family is not harmonious, there is only suffering. Like his life now.

"Uncle will not be sad as long as you are here" Ardian smiled, kissing the back of Jalal's hand. "You're my life now."

"But Auntie left ..." Jalal's face bent, and his speech was like lightning striking his body. Freeze.

"Auntie left? Where's where?!" ardian asked frantically, shaking Jalal's shoulders.

"Tante said he was leaving, and Jalal had to take care of Uncle" he replied honestly.

"Who's with?"

"Uncle Ali."

"Why don't you stop it, Jalal?!" snapped Ardian frustrate.

Fear prefers silence. Ardian ruffled his hair.

***

After hearing Jalal's words, he immediately went to Ali's house. No matter if the rain falls followed by the sound of lightning striking.

30 Minutes passed when he reached Ali's house. Unlike Jalal who slept in the car, Ardian chose to penetrate the torrent of rain water to let all his clothes get wet. As long as his wife can come back, whatever she will do.

"Origin? Out you?!" call Ardian, push through the door.

"Take it back, Ghumaisha!"

"Alice!"

From the inside, Ali just stared at the door, letting the man do his job as a husband. Fight for his wife to come back, not him. It's just that there is a lot of learning that needs to be obtained Ardian, to realize how important a wife in the family.

"Origin! Give me my wife!" yelled Ardian, still not getting the authorization from inside.

Once again, Ali only heard it without any intention of opening the door. He even went back into the room. Sure that man will be gone in a few minutes.

***

The following days Ardian kept coming to Ali's house, because the man had not yet given an answer. Ever until he stays in the yard, making sure the man doesn't get away like before.

A week passed and until now, he had not met her. Making Ardian made depressed. Actually know, if the man is testing himself to what extent can fight the wife to be able to return.

But the impact on him is very heavy, to make all the tasks neglected, eating no appetite, declining health, maybe just accompany Jalal breakfast that he never missed. The rest he came back here to see Ali.

"I'll stay here, wait until you open the door! Ali, get you out of the house!" shouted Ardian, already exactly like a person less sane.

As usual, Ali doesn't care. Ghumaisha's suffering goes beyond this and Ardian must feel it in order to never underestimate others again.

"Continue fighting. Until you realize, your actions are now nothing compared to the wounds that Ghumaisha has received so far," Ali said, breathing heavily.

***

(You will find me, when you understand every wound I feel.

This isn't Ardian's revenge, I'm trying to give you a chance by losing.

I keep looking at you, watching and watching you from afar. Hopefully, over time, this trauma can also heal.

I'm sorry.)

The sound of the waves of the ocean rang out, the birds flying in the twilight sky. The wind blew away the black khimar he was wearing. The woman's eyes were closed, feeling every coolness of nature, as if trying to give positive energy so that her mind was calmer.

“Please your mind, feel and enjoy this nature. Think of fun things, every memory that makes your heart flowery, until you want to go back there. Forget the bad things and be grateful for life,” said a doctor like the middle of afflicting the mind of Ghumaisha so as not to continue confined in grief.

“What do you think?” tanyanya, after Ghumaisha gave a thin smile. Thank you for the blessings God has given you, and it makes your heart calmer. After re-opening the heart and more receiving each wound with chest airy. For God will not give trials, beyond the limits of his servant's ability.

“Ardian and Ali,” softly, there is a longing to rush into the heart when remembering the two of them.

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