Not the Bride of Choice

Phone From Nara

Bik Sumi and I again made some kind of cake to welcome the arrival of Mama and my Father-in-law tomorrow.

This was their first visit to the estate after Mas Ali and I got married.

I greeted Mama and Papa with a warm hug.

"How are you, baby? " ask my mother-in-law.

"Alhamdulillah Ma Udah better" I replied while holding Mama into the house.

We chatted casually while enjoying the cake I made yesterday with Bik Sumi.

"Sorry yes Mama and Papa Baru had a visit, because Papa's work there can only be stayed, and Oma also just finished Chemotherapy last week.

"What's wrong Pa, After all yesterday when Alisya was sick Mother and Sister came here to take care of Alisya" Mas Ali replied.

"Yuk to the room..! Mama is a gift for you" said mama semberi holding my hand to the guest room.

It's been four days that Mama and Papa have been on the farm.

Tomorrow they will return to Malaysia.

After dinner, Mas Ali and Papa return to the plantation because there is important work they must complete before Papa to Malaysia.

I woke up when I heard the voice of Mas Ali who seemed to be angry in his study.

I came out out of curiosity.

I peeked out of the tightly closed slit of the workspace door.

I saw Mas Ali sitting up and grabbing her hair, while Mama was beside her gently stroking her back.

"I don't want Pa, it's a crazy idea, after all the child will be a fortune from ALLAH, we will continue to try to have children again" said Mas Ali as he looked at his Mama.

"But when? Mama and Papa are old Ali, Oma moreover, he really wants to be able to pet a great-grandchild before death to pick him up, as well as Mama and Papa" said Mama also to him.

I was shocked to hear all this.

I returned to the room while holding back sobs.

This morning I'll try as I always have, assuming I didn't hear their talk last night.

I serve Mama and Papa and Mas Ali breakfast.

Then Mas Ali and Papa went to the plantation for a while before Papa was escorted to the airport.

I went into the guest room and helped Mama tidy up her suitcase.

We sat on the edge of the bed.

Mom held my hand tight.

I smile.

" Something I want you to say, maybe it will hurt Ica, but Ica is a good woman, a sholeha woman, and loves Ali very much" she said.

I'm starting to get nervous.

"Mama and Papa are also Oma very dear to Ica, but we need a successor son. Ali is our only hope that he is all we have, and when we know that Ica will be difficult to have another child we are all very sad. Our hopes are ruined, son. Therefore Mama please very much, let Ali marry again son. We made this happen last night with her she refused because she loves Ica so much, but Mama really hopes Ica understands the state of this family. " Mama said as she hugged me who was crying sobbed.

I was confused and didn't know what to do.

Back to my mother's plea to me.

My heart is getting sick.

"How can I possibly divide my husband with another woman" I said in my heart.