Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

151. I Have Nazarites

Before Mamang and Bibi came home, we all decided to go to Father's grave in the morning. Mumpung Mamang is still here, it has been a long time Mamang did not visit the tomb. We booked a taxi online. Me, Mom, and Bibi left by car, while Mamang used my motorcycle with Widi, his youngest daughter.

We walked a little deep inside, passing both new and old gravestones.

The condition of the tomb is clean, the grass is neatly arranged, there are only a few small weeds that have just grown in the middle and are easy to remove. I leave this tomb to the grave guards here and routinely pay a monthly wage. It just so happened that the daughter of the gravekeeper was not too far from her house, only fifteen minutes away by motor from our house, so that if I could not come here I would leave it to her daughter.

We crouched around the grave. Mamang rubbed the headstone that contained the name of the brother. Mamang sighed, slightly stuck in the throat, his eyes I saw reddened. Aunty pulled out the grass in the middle of the tomb, followed by Widi who did the same.

"Kang, Ajat sumping (coming)," said Mamang.

"Hampura Ajat nembe dongkap kadieu. Hampura Oge Ajat tiasa tiasa keperahan keun nu so right Ayu in overtime. Ajat teu tiasa ngabantuan, neupikeun ka taneuh kudu on sale ka batur, Hampura Ajat, Kang. Pisan hampura."

(Sorry the new service came here again. Sorry too, Ajat can not defend something that is rightfully Ayu in the village. Ajat can't help, until the land has to be sold to someone else, Maafin Ajat, Kang. Excuse me.)

Mamang cried, lowered his head until his forehead stuck with the tombstone of the Father, Mamang's cry sounded so bitter. His only brother is now gone.

"Ohampura, Kang. It's hampura!" mamang's cries grew louder, he sobbed occasionally wiping tears on his face. His shoulders moved up and down, his fingers on the gravestone grasping firmly. We all fell silent, feeling deep sadness in Mamang.

Mamang continued to speak, saying his affairs and family came here. Asking permission to be my guardian to replace my father at my wedding.

Mamang finished talking, this time it was Mom who approached the tombstone. Mother quietly rested in front of the tomb of the Father, skinny hands stroking the headstone that has become a benchmark sign buried by the Father here. Five years ago, he passed away, due to a nosy incident of demonstrators. I don't know why he came home with bruises and bruises on his body. Allegedly when you deliver food to an office there are demonstrators near there. No one knows for sure how you came home with a sad condition until finally exhaled in the hospital.

"Assalamualaikum, sir. We're coming." Mom sobbed not long, unable to say anything for a while. The face that is no longer young looks very sad staring at the tomb of the Father which is a former moss.

Mom just kept quiet, closed her eyes for a moment, took a good breath.

I'm getting closer to Mom. I also felt sad when Mom was crying. I hugged Mom with haru, Auntie also approached, stroking Mom's back.

We were not long at the tomb. Just send as much prayer as we can. The day was getting hotter, Widi was already uncomfortable in the sun.we went home using the online taxi we had rented.

Aunty and Mamang and their little son were not here long, after last night's event and we went to the tomb, this afternoon Aunt and Mamang decided to go home, and we went to the tomb, though I want to invite Aunt and family to go to the tourist attractions before they go home.

"I'm sorry, Yu. Next time you come here again. Mamang not do not want to follow you to tourist attractions, but Mamang jobs are a lot in the village. Your father's rice field is also not taken care of," said Mamang with a bad heart.

"Yes, Mang. How else, next time if Ina's on school holidays, yeah." My love. Mamang nodded his head slowly while smiling. Widi, the little uncle's son was a little sullen to hear the decision of his parents who will go home and not be to a tourist spot. I know it feels disappointed.

"here." I waved at Widi, the boy approached and I told him to sit on my lap. His body is thin, Bibi said Widi is very difficult to eat, also yesterday I saw he was only eating a little while here.

"Later if Tea Ina school holidays Widi also come here, yes. We go for a walk together. Don't be a manyun dong" I said to the boy while kissing his cheek. Widi did not speak, still pursed her lips, the anxiety felt the same as Gara if she was sulking like this.

"You!" exclaim the boy with pleasure. I immediately brought Widi into the room and let Widi choose the doll in the closet.

Widi is still busy with some dolls that she is going to bring home, I free her to bring as many as she wants. The dizzy aunt now sees a lot of dolls that Widi wants to bring.

"Where's the way, how much of it, Yu? One or two should be enough, Yu. Where will this be stored?" omel Aunty's. I smiled without feeling guilty. The matter on the way later is the risk of Bibi and Mamang. I'll take it to loundry for facuum.

"Yu, the land bought by other people in the village has been built villa. Very good," said Mamang while putting souvenirs into the noodle cardboard. I heard him just smile. Sad to hear the inheritance of the late father now transferred ownership to a stranger, but that's okay. Lost also not because it is used for the no-no, but for the healing of Mother.

"Alhamdulillah then, Mang."

When I got home, I ordered an online taxi to take the three men to the terminal. Aunty was still nagging, because the items brought home were too much. When the time comes later Mamang and family will certainly come back at my important event, also I ask Mamang to invite the big family Mr. come here.

Last night's event also discussed the date of my wedding with Arga.

Ahhhh .. I did not think I would soon be married to Arga. It feels ... different from when Mas Hilman was with me. Why could it be different?

"Yes." The sound of knocking on the door rang out loud in the ears, the thump I got up and opened the door. Mom seemed to smile at me.

"Yes, Mom?" my many.

"Tomorrow are you still on holiday?" ask Mother.

"Work anyway, ma'am," I replied. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, not really. Anu ... I have a vow, if you are asked to Arga, I want to love the sustenance of Mbah Minah" said Mother. "If you're on holiday tomorrow, I'd like to take you there."

I looked outside, the sun was still very hot this afternoon.

"How about later afternoon. It's hot on the road, ma'am," I said. Mother nodded.

"Yes, already. I'll rest first then. You also rest, yeah." The smile on your lips looks fluffy. "Don't forget to clean the room first, the bride and groom really messy room," Mother quipped. I turned my head. My room was a mess the rest of the night. The clothes I was wearing were still hanging on the wall, Arga's gift items were also still scattered on the table.

"Yes, it'll be cleared." Mother's gone. I immediately closed the door and began to clean up everything.

The things that Arga gave me last night I didn't take much, some of them were black bags I gave to Auntie, there were other bags, the models were cute in brown, but when I saw my age, I certainly wouldn't want to wear that either. I'll give it to Sinta, for Yu Tarni I'll give you the veil. I've offered you what you want, but you don't want anything, just want me to get a good husband and understanding. A mother does not care about possessions, most importantly her child is happy.

By late afternoon, after Ashar I and Mother went to the house of Mbah Minah, an old widow who lived a kara. There are no relatives who take care of it, his life depends on the neighbors who care for him. Mbah Minah is still strong to walk, only with the help of a cane. At the age of eighty years more, what a unfortunate fate, left behind a husband who first faced the Divine and also no offspring can take care of him.