Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

SK Part 1's

~Status New~

"Mas, wake up Mas." Cyra shook Ryan's body which did not respond.

"Sorry Mom, your husband is gone" a nurse told Cyra.

Cyra was so distrustful of what she heard, the husband who over a year accompanied her days, had been called by the almighty.

"Mas ...," cried Cyra as she had to accept the fact her husband was gone.

Ambulance to deliver the body to the funeral home and has been awaited by family and relatives.

"The strong one is Cyra" said one of the relatives.

After the funeral Cyra locked herself in her room for days, her marriage that has been running for more than a year, has certainly kept many beautiful memories and now she has to lose her husband.

"Mas ... why are you leaving so soon." Isak cries Cyra while looking at their wedding photos.

"Mas, do I have to sneak into your goan?" Cyra asked Ryan who was inside the picture frame.

Cyra hugged the picture frame tightly while continuing to cry and sleep.

******

"Cyra." call someone from behind the door of her room, as morning approaches.

"Cyra .. open the door!" the woman shouted again while banging on the door.

Cyra finally opened the door.

"Cyra, don't be like this!" Lasmi.

Lasmi is Cyra's mother-in-law, the middle-aged woman is renowned for being a strict, affectionate mother and adhering to tradition.

"Cyra, I don't like to see you locked up in your room, you think, you're the only one who lost Ryan?!" tanya Lasmi with a very thick Javanese accent.

"I also lost .. more than you!" lasmi firmly while patting her own chest.

"I'm sorry Cyra Ma'am." Cyra opened her voice.

"Here we have breakfast first, after that Mother and Father will go to the airport to pick up Mas Pras"

Cyra followed Lasmi towards the dining table, where there were already her in-laws and her sister-in-law.

"Sit Mba." Jasmin invited Cyra to sit next to him.

"Eat, later if the pain will be troublesome." Bayu quipped the fifty-five-year-old man whom Cyra called father, because indeed he was his father-in-law.

Cyra eats very tastefully, she remembers eating at the table often joking with Ryan, even though they were both married by parental coercion, but Ryan and Cyra try to cultivate that love and they manage to fall in love.

"Don't just look at it, eat it and spend it." Lasmi looks at Cyra and comes back to criticize him.

Cyra was married to Ryan when she was twenty-five years old, originally marrying without love was difficult but it turned out that Cyra was wrong, surviving when losing our loved ones was much more difficult.

******

Soekarno Hatta Airport, at 12:00 AM.

"Pras." hugged Lasmi as his eldest son approached.

"How are you doing, Mom and Dad?" pras asked as Lasmi took off his embrace.

"Good Mom and Dad's news, son" replied Bayu.

"Let's go home now, I've prepared your favorite dishes" Lasmi said, holding her son's hand.

******

Tin

White painted car with a dashing look enters a large house with paint cream and gray, this typical Jogja house is very beautiful and cool even in the city of Jakarta.

The three of them entered the house and were greeted by several servants who worked at Bayu and Lasmi's house.

"Welcome den Pras" greeted several servants while bowing.

"Thank you," answered Pras whose jawbone almost disappeared for too long in Australia, Pras had a design business there.

"Sit down Son, eat first you just rest," said Lasmi who was obeyed by Pras.

Pras knows very well the character of his mother if not obeyed it will sulk.

"Mom and Dad ate with me too, right?" ask Pras.

"Of course, Son, I've missed this moment so much" said Lasmi.

"Where's Jasmin?" ask Pras.

"He went to college, there was a morning lecture until this afternoon," Bayu said in response to Pras's question.

"What was picked up by the driver?"

"Yes, the driver will pick up Jasmin after college is over and you know, your sister will always find a way to get home late, if not picked up by the driver!" Lasmi Laughter

"The boy never changed" Pras said.

Cyra came out of the kitchen after finishing making her favorite boiled noodles, passing in front of the dining room that is next to the kitchen.

Pras looks at Cyra passing through the dining room, a familiar face in his memory even though they only met once at Ryan and Cyra's wedding.

"The woman has not changed at all, it is still exactly the same when she first met at her wedding" Pras said in her heart.

"You see what Pras is?" ask Lasmi.

"No, Mom." Pras continued his lunch.

Pras still imagined Cyra the woman who should be married to him.

Pras used to hear stories about Cyra from his sister whenever they were communicating remotely.

Pras has stored feelings for Cyra only from his sister's story. Ryan always flattered and said that Cyra was a very independent woman.

*****

Night

Lasmi, Bayu, Pras, Jasmin and Cyra sit at the same table.

"This race is Cyra, I'm sure you've heard about it from your sister." Lasmi introduces Cyra to Pras.

"Dad Mom, I've heard about it from Ryan" Pras replied.

"Please eat" said their household assistant who finished serving the dinner menu.

"We eat first, after that you rest Pras, tomorrow we will hold a family meeting" said Bayu.

Pras like already know what his father will talk about in a family meeting tomorrow, Pras was afraid that later Cyra knew the tradition of his family he would refuse.

As far as Pras, Cyra and Ryan have been in love for a year, they share anything, even though Pras' sister cannot relate to husband and wife but at least maybe they make out to each other.

"Cyra, are you going to Ryan's grave tomorrow?" Ask Lasmi after dinner.

"So Ma'am, it's been a week that Cyra hasn't taken care of Ryan's grave" Cyra replied as she helped the housekeepers tidy up their empty plates.

"It's Non, let Mbok alone bring his plates" said Mbok Tar, a domestic assistant.

Cyra took off the plates and she sat back in the dining chair.

"Don't take too long at the tomb, there are some things we will talk about later with you" Lasmi said as she patted Cyra on the shoulder and left him.

They all left the dining room and returned to their respective rooms.

Pras is still watching Cyra, he is very sure that Cyra really loves his sister.

"If he finds out, he'll marry me, will he refuse?" Inner Pras