Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

109. Five Strangers

After the delivery of a lot of flowers, no more goods are sent. All the items that reached my hand were now just stored in the closet. I never wear it or take it out of the closet. Let it be, I believe that someday I will find out who is behind this.

I'm looking for Mom in the backyard. I'm feeding the chicken that already looks big. Chicks that used to number nine now only live four, no matter where else, Mother said there were dead there were also eaten by stray dogs.

I helped Mom clean the backyard. There was a lot of grass, not taken care of because of our busyness. Let the shop later I open after cleaning all this.

"Yu, I thought. It's possible that the one who loves the goods is ustadz Zain," said Mother suddenly. Yesterday we talked about it. I told Mom that it wasn't Doctor Wira who gave it to her.

"It can be" I replied. The grass in front of me I pulled one by one.

"You don't want to have a husband of a religious figure?" ask Mom again. I shook my head without looking at Mom.

"Mom, yesterday have we discussed, why are we talking about this again?" This time I looked at Mom, looking at her eyes expectantly.

"Mother want me to marry Ustadz Zain?" my many. I looked into those eyes that were already my eyes. Mom shook her head.

"No. I support whatever you want" said Mom.

Mom and I continued their work until the backyard now looked neater.

"Mom, if Kyai comes later, please help Ayu yes, to reject them" I asked Mom.

"Yes, if that's what you want, I'll help you" she said.

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The afternoon was very hot, because I woke up late so I went to the market. Last night I stayed up until almost morning to finish my writing.

It did not feel that the shopping time had become long because the market was very crowded by buyers. Maybe because it is Sunday, many employees are off and choose to shop in the market.

My bike drove me home. This became my routine before I went to work. Still the same as yesterday, I haven't gotten a job until keeping a stall became one of my ways to make money.

Street dust and vehicle fumes are common to me. Sometimes I complain to Mom, I'm tired, but what else? You have to go through all of these things to get on with life.

Two cars parked in the yard. I was confused, who was visiting during the day like this. I don't know whose car it is either. I slowly pushed the motor to the side of the car.

"Assalamualaikum," I said. Everyone in the living room turned to look at me who had just entered the house. Two veiled women, one middle-aged woman, and three men stared at me. I know those three men. Two of them who came the other day together with Bu Rahmi.

Deg.

My heart seemed to stop beating looking at the two people, plus one young man sitting between them, not blinking his eyes looking straight at me.

"Waalaikumsalam," they said in unison. The middle-aged woman with a waist-length veil stood up and smiled, approaching at me.

"Juice, huh?" ask the woman. I nodded while smiling. Awkward and also confused, the article there is no news or sign of the coming of a great guest to the house.

"Where from?" ask the woman again.

"Just got home from the market, Mom."

"Ummi, call me Ummi" he said with a happy smile. Once again I nodded. His hand on my arm was warm.

I looked at Mom confused, immediately remembering Kyai Amrul saying the other day, that he would come back together when my iddah was over. Didn't expect to come along with his son.

"Here sit, Nduk." Bring along.

"I, just keep this in the kitchen for a while" I said. The middle-aged woman nodded and let me go to the kitchen. Mom followed shortly.

"Mom, how can they come anyway, ma'am?" ask me Mom.

Mom also looks confused. "Mother doesn't know either, but Kyai Amrul said that she will come back after you're done right?" Mother reminded.

"Yes, anyway. Well, how's this dong, ma'am. Ayu does not want to get married first" I said in a whisper to Mom. The distance from the kitchen room to the front room was blocked by the tv room, but still I was afraid that this sound could be heard going forward.

"Are you sure you don't want to be with him? Kyai's son, you know!" exclaimed Mother, I shook my head.

"And we've talked about this a lot, ma'am. Ayu's not getting married yet, Mom. After all, Ayu wanted to calm down first, why would anyone even come anyway?" I said with a little annoyance.

"Yes, already. I think you can be happy about it with Doctor Wira or Kyai's child, but if you don't want to have a husband first you want how else," said I resigned.

Mom and I were silent for a moment. I heard Mom's heavy breathing.

"That's who's wearing the veil, ma'am?" ask me Mom. Curious though I was sure that one of them was Kyai Amrul's son-in-law.

"His son-in-law Kyai Amrul, wife of his older brother Ustadz Zain," replied the mother.

"Which one? Which blue shirt is black?" my many.

"Both," replied Mother again, to my surprise.

"Du-two?" I repeat Mother's words.

"Yes, two." She answered, lifting two fingers.

Wife two, polygamy again.

"Wood ahead, it's not good to leave guests for long," asked Mom to break my daydream about polygamy. My mom and I went back to the living room where those people were.

A smile was again engraved on the face of the woman who had told me to call Ummi, as well as Kyai Amrul and his eldest son. The other two veiled women narrowed their eyes slightly as Mom and I returned to the living room.

My lyrics to the face of Kyai Amrul's sister, not too handsome, just from a good posture as often to the gym. Unlike the Ustadz Zain which has a smaller body, but in terms of face and skin more handsome and also cleaner.

I sat near Mom. This heart feeling was suddenly uneasy when he realized the gaze of the young man whose age - he said under me - was smiling while looking at me.

"Mother. Healthy after all? It's been a long time since we've seen each other" asked Kyai Amrul.

"Yes, Yai. Thank God you are healthy" I said slowly but enough if they heard.

"Alhamdulillah. I grimly grimaced her. Straight away, because Mbak Ayu is also here, introduce this is Ummi, my wife," said Kyai Amrul, pointing to his wife sitting together with his two daughters-in-law.

"And these two, are my daughter-in-law, the wife of my oldest son," Kyai said. I nodded my head a little deep.

"This ... Ayu already knows, right? Perhaps you've seen in the taklim assembly? This is my youngest son, Zain." Kyai smiled as she pointed at her youngest child. Once again I nodded.

"We came here, as we promised the other day, Ayu said. Ayu's mom remembers, too, right?" said the man who became Kyai Amrul's eldest son.

"I remember" I said.

"Alhamdulillah. Then how is Ayu? About our offer the other day?"