Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

246. Hilman After Divorce 2

"Mas is done. Gih, there if you want to go to mushola." Agus approached while holding his hand, the number paper I returned to him, including mine I left.

Adhan had been reverberating since earlier, I rushed to the mosque that was not far across the street.

Finished with worship, I entered the deserted warteg, ordering food as usual.

"Eat, Mas?" ask the shop seller's mother to me.

"Yes, Miss Dhe. Ordinary, yes." My love.

"Ready."

No matter how long, the food had moved on my hands.

"Loh, Miss Dhe. How are there eggs?" many confused. Usually the mother understands I only order dry tempeh and fruit sauce only jackfruit and a little sambal.

"No pa-pa. You are a loh, hard work when eating dried vegetable tempeh. Sometimes eating is good, nutritious. Look, the more thin it gets. Didn't your mom feed you, anyway?" she asked me while wiping the plate in her hand. I just smiled, without me even answering, he already knew how I was.

Murti's mother, the owner of this warteg is our neighbor as well, still one village. He lives only with his son. Selling here has been a long time. From this place they rented until now this is a place owned by themselves, desperately selling land in the village and buying this place and selling rice as a livelihood.

"Mom Dhe, ask for plastic. This is an egg for Vita, "I asked her. It feels a little guilty if here I eat well while at home I don't know what mom cooks for dinner tonight. Last morning when I had not left for the market there were still vegetables tofu leftover yesterday that I warmed up and I stocked up for breakfast at the market.

"It's eaten here. Make Vita and your mother, let Ms. Dhe wrap up later," he said. Honestly touched me he made. There are still good people who care about us.

"Wes anyway, it's just eating. Let, the price is like normal," he said again.

I nodded and ate with haru, a bit of this eye heat and almost shed tears. Where I used to eat good food made by my wife, now I only eat from the hands of others. I can't eat like I used to. Everyone has to adjust to the money.

"Vita's healthy, right?" ask Bu Murti.

"Thank God be healthy."

"Alhamdulillah. Man, you haven't heard until now?"

Called Mas Dirga, I stopped the movement of my hand that was delivering food to my mouth. "Nothing, Miss Dhe."

"Duh, that's where Dirga went. Mbok yo help at the house. Work here. I left and there was no news. I feel sorry for you, Le. The backbone of the family. Own effort," he said in a pity.

I smiled sorely. Maybe this is my fate. "It's okay, Miss Dhe. Pray for Hilman to be stronger than he is now. Stay healthy so that you can get a lot of money" I said.

"Aamiin's."

...***...

Tired of myself, with the butut bike I had I returned home. A good distance to the mother's house enough to make my gasoline run out quickly. But how else, anyway? Mother's house on the outskirts and away from the hustle of the city did not allow me to just look for work at home. It's just farm workers, and it's not every day. So I decided to go and go back to my job.

The motor I was driving slowly stopped by itself. I don't know if it's the engine that's dead again or running out of gas. The streets were getting quiet and dark, I decided to push them under the dim street lights.

The first thing I checked was the gasoline. Hopefully, there is no need to go into the workshop, because it will require quite a lot of money to repair it. Thankfully, only my gas ran out.

Tired, but what else? Life must go on, it cannot just give up. It's no use at all. My motorbike was pushed to get to a stall, retail gasoline became my savior even though it cost a little more than buying at the gas station.

After almost a thirty-minute journey I finally reached home.

"Assalamualaik." Entering the house, the atmosphere was dark. It's ten in the night, usually mom's already sleeping in the room.

"Mom." I knocked on my mom's door a little hard. The door opened and the hard-earned mother opened her eyes there, yawning wide without any intention of closing her mouth.

"Home home, man?" An unnecessary base.

"Vita's asleep?" my many. I went to my room there was no Vita there.

"Where do you know. Still the same Goddess tuh," said the mother and then closed the door of the room. Immediately I held the door with my foot.

"Mother fell asleep" he said again. No matter who was still there, she laid herself comfortably on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her neck. I don't want to argue anymore, it's free too. Mom won't listen!

I rushed back outside to Mother Goddess's house. Not daring to knock on the door because I was afraid of disturbing the others, I just waited in front of the fence. A little scared actually of our situation. Ma'am Dewi is an old virgin who has not got her soul mate, while I am a widower son who often ask for help to take care of Vita if the mother is dizzy like that. Afraid if there is slander from someone who does not like us.

Ma'am Dewi's number I called, before long the sound of a typical weak voice just woke up.

The door of the house opened, Mother Goddess approached me. However, it still keeps a few meters away from the fence.

"Vita's sleeping. It's okay to sleep here tonight. It's a pity to bring it home" he said.

"But afraid of repotin, Ma'am."

"It's okay. Later if Vita wants to go home in the middle of the night, I'll call you, okay?" he said it again.

With a heavy heart I had to agree. Madam Dewi went inside, while I went back home. The atmosphere in this village is quiet, sometimes motor vehicles pass by or people who walk by carrying fishing gear.

"From the old virgin's house, huh?" seductive one of those nosy geeks. He walked quickly and offset my steps, his big hands he wrapped around the back of my neck. "Man, what's the wedding? There are people who can take care of your child" he said.

"Tuh, Man. It is also good for sleeping. Free, it can be like this" added another while showing his hands that form something that should not be imitated or shown to others.

I grinned at the words of these two men. If they were someone else, I would've hit his mouth. Too bad, she's my nosy cousin and loves the ceplos.

"Heh, you guys don't think. What kind of children would people want to eat? I just work as a parking attendant," I said annoyed.

"Couldn't go to the office anymore?" ask the others.

"difficult. They want a young one."

"Later, if I have my own company I will recruit you as a manager" Ardian said with his banner. I think this time I want to hit really, not use the feeling again.

"Huh. Cigarette smoking is still just as cool, sok-sok'an want to make a company? Where's the capital from?" ask me with annoyance.

"Later, if the number is translucent," he said with a small laugh. I shook my head to hear it, not kapok also play numbers like that, but more often lose than win. Often scolded by the wife.

"Well, just go home. Talk to you guys and go crazy!" I said while taking Ardian's hand off my shoulder.

"Well, would you like to buy a number? There is one more slot. Yesterday I bought three numbers, but I got mad, I wanted to sell one beautiful number lucky time" he bargained.

"Pretty cheap, only fifty stews."

I moved my hand and asked the two men to go away.

"Yee, in the bargain don't want to. It's good to know that winning can be a lot."

"No, mending to buy Vita's milk." I went inside the fence.

"If you win well enough, you can buy your child's new clothes." Ardian is so persistent.

"The money doesn't exist" I replied lightly. He no longer spoke, only murmuring indistinctly as he left before me.

I took out the money I had in my pocket, the money I got today. Almost a hundred thousand. Forty thousand I will give to my mother to buy vegetables tomorrow and snacks Vita, twenty thousand for my food and gasoline, the rest is saved for the treatment of Vita and also buy milk.

The already hard mattress became my resting place tonight. A little uncomfortable because it's been a long time no one has been drying it. If only exposed to sunlight one or two days is also enough to make the mattress containing this cotton becomes soft. I don't have time to rest and vacation at home.

Before dawn must be up and go to the market, become a vegetable porters from the parking lot to the vendor's stall in the middle of the market. Likewise, after the sun came out of the contest, helping some housewives who had difficulty carrying a lot of groceries. Continued during the day, before the dhuhur, I rested for a while at the market mosque. Rest my tired body before going to the mall and change shifts to be a parking attendant there. It is impossible to go home after the market, will spend a lot of time on the road and also add to my motorcycle gas pocket money.

Sometimes I miss the past and wish it was just a dream. Praying before going to bed and opening my eyes in my room with Ayu always smiling beside me. Living happily even without a child accompanying us.

I miss you, Yu.