Pursuing the Love of Siti

BONCHAPS 6

POV Jihan

I'm just an ordinary woman. My life is not as perfect as a fairy tale or a beautiful ending novel cast. Educated by all the luxuries my mom and dad gave me. Even though they know that I'm not their son. But their affection is on par with the real parents.

I'm not the kid who blames my real mother. I also never questioned why my mother wasn't looking for me. Maybe he's been looking for me but unfortunately I'm hiding and enjoying the luxurious life of my adoptive parents.

Until the moment because luxury makes me not take care of what I have.

I once raided a hotel with a friend named Indra. We got drunk together and then tried indehoy at the hotel. Unfortunately before we did it was already snorted by papa's minions.

"Basically the child does not know himself!"

At that moment I saw my anger. His disappointment in me is deep. I kept apologizing to Papa but he was already angry. Papa repeatedly hit me with an umbrella. The rage plus the embarrassment emanated clearly.

My mother was hit several times when my father beat me. The crying drama lasted a long time in this house.

Until papa moved my lecture from UI to Harvard. I also have to live in a super tight dorm. I accept because this is a punishment from papa.

Now I'm married to a man in the officer's office right now. He was Akbar Syahputra, the man who became my impromptu husband. Why impromptu? Because the one who should be my husband is Rangga. But on our wedding day Rangga did not come. I understand that, because there is no love between us. Because of Rangga's love for Ina.

Our marriage is in its seventh year. I was pregnant after marriage and again the doctor said that I was only pregnant with wine. Just like my case when I was pregnant with a Dodo child. Is this karma? in all probability. Maybe God asked me to learn how to love a child. Because I used to love kids less. The presence of Azka seemed to be able to treat my heart. I give love like my own child.

Tia, Akbar's ex-wife used to leave Azka to me. He said Azka often asked to be escorted to the same playhouse and Mother Jihan. I'm glad Tia's so welcome to our wedding. He often stopped by the house, chatting lightly between women. There is no story of first and second wives for both of us.

Akbar always says "Tia like your own sister. Tia's younger than you, she's also under my age."

And since then our relationship has become as close as a brother. We often take turns to take care of Azka's needs. Although Azka is only a child, Akbar continued.

Until ..

The hospital incident last night that pinched me. I found Akbar accompanying Tia at home. Akbar always said that Tia was like a sister, because Tia's age was two years under Akbar. But why am I still claustrophobic about their togetherness.

Since then until today, Akbar has not been home. I'm sure Akbar is still with Tia.

Oh Allah, it feels like being stabbed. I don't want a suudzon, but that thought keeps dancing in my mind.

Now ..

At home was excited when she heard Siti was pregnant again. Moreover, they will hold a welcome Siti.

Ah, Yes ... Siti deserves to be happy after her complicated life journey. And I, probably deserve to be sad after what I did in the past.

Clique

Jihan sat at the park after work. His hands danced on his screen. Until finally heard the ringing indicates the liveliness of the telephone receiver.

"Assalamualaikum, dear" Jihan heard the greeting smiling.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas. You where?"

"I'm hummed.Look Azka, you want to talk to Azka."

Jihan smiled wryly.

"Mother ...." The little baritone's voice sounded cheerful.

Long Jihan sighed. Calm his heart and mind. It felt a heavy burden on him.

Mas, you don't even say goodbye to going to Bandung. Who am I really for you?

"Azka, how are you, son?" greet Jihan to the child.

"Yes, my Mother has a lot of work. You're in good health, son."

"Mother.." Azka's voice whispered.

"Yes, kid. Why are your voices whispering?"

"Azka wants to go home. But I can't be the same grandma." Azka's voice was still whispering.

"Azka listen to Mother, yes. Azka has to stay there to be a smart kid." Persuade Jihan.

"Last night Azka heard Grandma talk, bun. She said she was sick but could not recover. Azka was afraid that Mama would be taken by God."

The deeeeer! Jihan heard the news as if she had been struck by lightning. Tia's very sick! did he not hear wrong.

"Azka, Mama Azka must be well."

"Benefit mother?" Azka's voice looked calmer.

"Mother wants to talk to Abi, right? Azka callin, yes."

"Hello, baby." I heard Akbar's voice.

"Mas, why didn't you tell me you were going to Bandung. Why have you changed lately instead of the Akbar I used to know."

"I haven't changed, baby. You're the one who changed. You realize not a few months you are busy working until you forget your obligations as a wife. You realize not lately you even look more ansos."

"If it's wrong with me why are you quiet. As a husband, you have no right to rebuke me. Do you want to know why I'm like this?"

"I knew. You are still insecure because Ibu Aisyah continues to boast Siti who lives abroad and is pregnant again. I know that, han."

Jihan hung up. She was disappointed in her husband. For him it was no reason for Akbar to stay away from him.

The sky began to turn yellow along with the sun's descending seconds. Jihan tidied up some of the stuff that came out of her bag.

"Damples"

Jihan quickly looked towards the figure behind her. His eyes were round to see who was ahead.

"R.. Stirrup!"

Rangga just smiled a little. Jihan was shocked by the man in front of her. The man who left her on her wedding day. After seven years of disappearing now he appears.

"How are you?" Asked Rangga while sitting next to Jihan.

"Alhamdulillah good. You how are you?"

"I am also Alhamdulillah still intact without any less. The handsome hasn't faded." As usual Rangga always provoked Jihan's laughter.

"Ha"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sorry about it first."

"I'm sorry about you, Ga. From the beginning, I wanted you to move faster. Honey, you're late."

"I'm sorry, han. Tomorrow I'm going back to Lombok."

Jihan nodded. Rangga left Jihan alone in the garden chair.