Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

34. Hilman In Confusion

I was pensive in the living room after Mom fell asleep in her room. The scratch on his hand I cleaned and I gave him plaster. Luckily the wound was not deep, just a little but had made fresh blood come out of the skin that began to wrinkle it.

Dirga sat beside me. His back he threw quite roughly on the back of the chair. He breathed heavily.

We just kept quiet not talking to each other. Me and Mas Dirga have their own problems. I just heard Mas Dirga and his wife had a fight. His voice certainly sounds pretty loud, because Mas Dirga lives in this house too.

This house is quite large, you do not want Mas Dirga far from him. Mas Dirga is the eldest child in this family. He was my favorite, and I was closer to my mother than my father. After marriage, Mas Dirga lived in this house as well. The side of the house that was once a yard was added to the building with several rooms. He worked with Mas Dirga.

Father in his youth was a builder even though he was not a foreman, only a porters, but decades of experience made you able to do things from easy to complicated parts.

At that time Mas Dirga was still living in this one house before Father built the additional room, but Mother and wife of Mas Dirga over time often bickered out for what reason. So from that. He decided to build an additional room next to the house, using a large enough yard for the residence of his eldest son. As for me, Father said this house is my part. Mas Dirga did not protest with the words of the Father, because this house I who donated most of the funds renovated a few years ago.

Dirga is not as lucky as I am. Although our education is the same, but I am more fortunate to be able to enter into a large company. He now works in a factory. The company where he worked used to be bankrupt and could not be repaired. Therefore, his company bleached, chose some people to stay there, and the rest were left at least until when, without clarity of their status and fate.

Mas Dirga, who was in need of a lot of money for Yudi's parents, finally applied to a factory that was in need of employees, after struggling to find a company. It is hard to find a company that needs employees. If the company I work for is in need of employees of course I will put Mas Dirga into the same office as me. Honey, I used to be a new employee and now the company does not open job openings. I felt so sorry for him to hear the story of his difficulties. Yes we are –although we are boys–, but we are open to each other.

"Mas fought again huh with Mbak Yana?" ask him. My older brother just let out a heavy sigh and exhaled, sounding rude.

"I was talking to Yana about Yudi being forbidden to be close to her mother, but Yana was angry. I don't know what else to persuade him. He doesn't want Yudi to get close to mom, or he'll bring Yudi home." Dirga spoke in lethargy. He seemed not excited at all. He looks confused on his face.

"I'm sorry, Man. I can't persuade Mom or Yana" he said guiltily.

"It's okay, Mom. My mother was stubborn. You also sometimes can not face mother," I said while looking at him.

"I don't know what to talk to Yana anymore. Her nature and mother are both harsh. I didn't expect her to be like that, when she used to be a gentle woman." Mas Dirga lowered his head, his fingers playing on each other's lap sign that he was in a state of worry and fret.

"That's it, Mommy."

"Then how are you?" ask Dirga to me.

I shook my head.

"Do you still want to obey what mom says?" ask Dirga again.

"Looks like. I know for myself how Mother is. Her mother was persistent and stubborn. If you don't threaten to do something dangerous like that again, it's okay. What if I get stuck again?" ask him.

We both breathe heavily.

"What about Ayu?" ask Dirga again. I shook my head. Ayu will definitely reject this plan.

"Would you like to talk to him?" I shook my head in order to tell.

"I'm confused, Mas. It seems like there will be no women who want to be combined," I told him.

"What if you talk to Dad? maybe you can persuade Mom" he said again.

"Yes. I'll talk to you later if you come home" I replied.

It was almost dark out there when I saw the clock on the wall. It's starting the afternoon. I got up off the couch.

"I'll go home first, huh. Please take care of me, "I asked. Mas Dirga nodded his head.I immediately walked out and this time actually got into the car.

What am I supposed to do? I really don't want to betray my wife. Being married to someone else would definitely make my wife hurt, but what about Mom? What if mom is reckless again?