Pitted Because of Will

DKW 7 - Why does it feel so hard to shake?

Tok tok!

With food in hand, Ayu knocked on her in-laws room door. There was a feeling of fear as he knocked on the door of the room. Ayu was afraid that she would interrupt her in-laws' time of rest. But his concern for the health of Vena made the woman who had just carried the second wife from Bima still ventured to meet the woman who became one of the sources of blessing for her husband.

"Who?" ask Vena from the room.

"It's Ayu, Ma."

Chequek! The door opened, and Vena looked at Ayu with a lazy look. "What's wrong?"

"Here I bring you dinner for Mama."

"Mommy's not hungry yet, just take it back to the kitchen!" ask Vein.

"But, Ma.... "

"Oiya, has Nisa eaten yet?"

"Mas Bima is bringing some food for Mbak Nisa."

Right after Ayu said that, Bima came to her mother's room.

"How, Bim, does Nisa want to eat?" ask Vena worriedly.

"I don't know, Ma. He just told me to leave the food on the table," replied Bima. He looks sad and desperate.

"Hopefully Nisa would eat. In addition to worrying about her condition, Mama is also worried about her content." Vena also worried about her first daughter-in-law's condition.

"Ma, Mas Bima, can I persuade Ms Nisa to eat?" Carefully, Ayu who felt responsible with all this mess asked for permission.

"Mama disagrees, because regardless of the will, you are the cause of all this happening" Vena said. However, she did not want to make Nisa feel hurt again.

"Ma." Sentak Bima's.

Veins exhale heavily. "Here you go, it's all happened. Maybe this is your destiny."

"Yu, you rest! Nisa's business, let it all be my responsibility!" Bima rubbed his young wife's arm and told her to leave her mother's room.

Ayu nodded. "I went back to my room, Ma. Remember, you should eat too. If Mama's sick, Miss Nisa will definitely get sad."

Vena looked at her daughter-in-law for a moment. Although Vena does not like Ayu because she is the second wife of her child, but it is undeniable that Vena's first impression of Ayu is that she is a good woman.

Ayu left her in-laws room and allowed her husband to talk to her husband.

Bima spoke to her mother for a while. After making sure her mother finished her meal, she came out of the room.

Bima chose to sleep in the living room because from there he could see his first wife's room. "Nis, hopefully you can understand the decision I took" he said in his heart.

That night everyone couldn't sleep, they were busy with an eternity in each other's hearts.

***

At half-five in the morning, Nisa woke up. And the first thing he did was go to the bathroom to take ablution. If usually he would wake Bima to become his priest in preaching the obligatory prayers of the two rakaats, this time Nisa did not do it. He chose to pray alone.

"Mas Bima is praying yet huh?" inner Nisa. Although she was still angry with her husband and did not want to pray with him, but Nisa did not want the man who was still his priest to be disobeyed by his duty to the Creator.

Nisa folded the face she just wore and kept it. After taking the maroon-red instant hijab from the closet, she stepped out of her room.

Nisa did not know which room to wake her husband. Because there are three more guest rooms in the house.

"Maybe the woman had awakened Mas Bima even they had prayed together." Suddenly Nisa was hesitant. "That's it, I'd better go back to the room," she said.

However, when Nisa was just going back to her room she saw Bima who was still asleep on the sofa in the living room.

Nisa continued her steps down the stairs and when there were only three more steps she reached the ground floor, suddenly a woman approached her husband.

Nisa's steps stopped. He was only able to stare at the woman who was awakening Bima.

"Wake up!" call Ayu.

Bima wriggled, not long after which the man finally opened his eyes.

"We pray, yuk! It's almost five o'clock!" bring Ayu.

Although crowded, Nisa tried to understand because it was one of Ayu's duties as a wife.

Bima got up from her position. "I'm sorry, Yu!"

"For?"

"Because I brought you to a situation that is not wearing this," said Bima while pulling Ayu's hand and grasping it.

"Yes, Mas. It's okay, I understand." Ayu returned Bima's hand.

"Thank you for understanding my situation."

Ayu nodded. "Yes, Mum."

Arya slightly brought her face closer to Ayu, then she gently kissed Ayu's forehead, not long nor for a moment. Ayu closed her eyes permeating the warm kiss of her husband.

Although it is commonplace for married couples, it still makes Nisa's heart hurt. The woman could not describe how sick her heart was at the moment.

"Yes, Mom, let's get up! We pray together!" take Ayu again.

"Yes." Yeah."

By the time Bima was about to get off the sofa that was when, she realized the existence of Nisa who was staring at him on the stairs. Aware Bima had seen his existence, Nisa immediately cast her gaze elsewhere and turned around.

"Nis, we pray together!" take Bima when his first wife is about to step back up to the top floor.

"I prayed, Mom," answered Nisa. He tried to turn his eyes elsewhere. "I'm sorry!"

"Mom!" call Ayu.

Nisa stopped her steps again.

"Are you angry because I woke up Mas Bima?" ask Ayu.

"Why am I angry, isn't that also your duty" replied Nisa.

"Atau Mbak angry because of the actions of Mas Bima just now?" back Ayu asked.

"I have no right to be angry. You're a legitimate couple, so it's natural to do that."

"But, Ma'am.... "

"There you pray! The dawn is almost over!" ask Nisa. After saying that. Nisa actually went back to her room.

Nisa closed the door to her room. His body fell to the floor along with the tears that came sliding freely on both cheeks.

Be ill. That's what he felt back. Her heart was really not ready to share her husband's love with another woman.

"O Allah, why is it so hard to let go? I would love to be sincere with my husband's decision to marry another woman to carry out his father's trust. Why is it so heavy, God. Should I survive this polygamous marriage?" Nisa asked herself. Occasionally on pressing his chest so that the pain he felt a little less.

"Son, what should you do?" Now Nisa's hand turns rubbing her stomach which still looks flat.