Sharing Love: Puspita East & West
Welcome, My Husband
The news of the return of the Tasik Tumenggung troops has spread to the corners of the city. Residents also flocked to make a posse on the highway. They welcomed the arrival of the young commander and his army with joy. Cheers rose high to the ceiling of the city.
Aminah was very happy to hear the happy news. After a month and more parting with her husband, she must have longed to pile up like a thousand mountains. Her lips were always smiling and wet with remembrance. Gratitude and gratitude cannot be separated from his heart. However, behind all his joy, he was trying to hold a painful feeling in his heart.
"Umma, Umma, when will Abah come home?" ask a child who is about six years old. The boy had jet black hair. A red glow will radiate from her fine hair if doused in sunlight. His eyes were as dark and clear as a moonlighted night and star trinkets. Her hands were raised up, giving Aminah the space to dress her in a nice outfit like a dress shirt.
"Hanif, what if you're looking in the mirror?" Aminah asked in a soft tone while facing her son to the glass. Hanif is neat now. The handsome gourd looks cute with a slightly chubby cheek. It made Aminah's heart comforted. She might be stronger when her husband comes.
"Hm?" Hanif was silent not answering. He often forgets to be alone. As a mother and first madrassa, Aminah led her patiently, "Alhamdulillah ...,"
"Alhamdulillah ...," said a boy before Hanif. That boy was very similar to Hanif. They are like a betel in two. Name's Sharif. His birth was only a minute after Hanif. It was done and waiting since.
Hanif ignored his sister's interruptions and kept mimicking the umma. Aminah smiled reverently and continued her diktenya, "O Allah, As ... Thou art .. magnify my creation.., then."
"Umma, Umma, Sharif has memorized," Sharif raised his hand proudly after reciting the prayer. The youngest is looking for attention. Satisfied with the praise, she continued her brother's question, "Which word? Wouldn't you be happy if we were smarter?"
"Yes, Sharif. Must have been happy. In a moment, you reach home, "Aminah replied with a soft tone. Ayu's sweet smile decorate her face. The flowers in the garden were envious of her beauty. However, behind his graceful mask, he hid a deep sadness.
"Let's get out. Hanif wants to see a lot of horses equally," invited Hanif with a complicated sentence. His tiny fingers tugged at Aminah's arm, taking her outside. He can't wait to meet his brother.
"Wait here, yes," hold Aminah. Actually, she also wanted to welcome her husband directly in the yard. However, a letter he received yesterday made him feel anxious. He was afraid to hope that the official letter was just a falsity.
"Umma, come ...," Hanif insisted. Sharif also looks like he wants to get out too. The two boys' clear eyes begged Aminah to take them away. As they smiled, the flowers seemed to bloom beautifully behind him. Their faith made Aminah's heart unable to stop her.
"Kids, just listen to Umma" a Malay-accented woman came into their room. The woman was Aminah's aunt who was a daughter of Malacca. Her name is Princess Maimunah. After Lojie took control of his homeland, he and some of his family joined the Java Sea Fleet to evacuate. They lived in a village close to the lake now. Since Aminah's husband led her, the village has grown to almost the size of a small town in general.
"The porch?" Hanif and Sharif turned compact. They really like to hear the story of the Princess Malacca. Especially about his life before Lojie came to bring disaster. If the opah has helped umma this way, neither of them can say much more. However, Syarif still tried to seduce and asked, "But .. but, Opah. Outside is crowded. Sharif wants to come along too."
"Your mother is pregnant. Kasian umma and your sister that soy sauce later," Maimunah replied seriously. The parasite that began to wrinkle looked firm. Syarif so bowed and face manyun because of that.
"Byeah, Rif. Just play in the yard," Hanif. Sharif nodded quickly. The two twin boys immediately rushed out without caring about the neat clothes they were wearing. Aminah can only shake her understanding to see it. It was better than them continuing to demand to go outside. At least, they didn't whine because of this little thing.
Aminah did not understand much, but she continued to listen to the stories of her aunt's experiences as a young man. Malacca's daughter was married to a Prince Pasai. When she was 3 years old, her husband got married again so she felt jealous. Very jealous in fact. However, he can only be objective and maintain a good relationship with his much younger honey.
When Lojie comes to attack, her husband struggles with the clerics, but the betrayal and collusion of Pasai's internals leaves everything in turmoil. Shortly thereafter, Pasai was conquered. Princess Maimunah was evacuated to Malacca, returning to her family.
"In those days, we could no longer argue. If we don't unite, we can't survive. I remember very well..," Maimunah stopped and fell silent. His eyes seemed to pierce into the horizon of the past. Those past memories almost broke the dam in his eyes. He still could not believe that he would be this sad considering the woman he hated so much.
"She .. she is a strong woman" Maimunah continued in a trembling voice. She recalled how her honey had fought with Prince Pasai, her husband at the time, "If it had not been for his bravery that confirmed our faith, we would have somehow survived."
Maimunah continued to tell and tell stories. Her tears also fell in the end. He cried when he told of the collapse of Malacca. By then, her children and husband were gone. Her mother even died trying to protect her. Only he was a man who was beginning to age. He was invited by his nephew to evacuate to Java.
"Umma, Umma ...!" sharif's cries shocked Aminah and Maimunah. His murky face water showed a chaotic hue. It was a worried expression mixed in confusion and anger. The words he spoke after that made Aminah nervous, "Abah, Abah!"
"Yes, Sharif, why, son? Abah why?" aminah asked with a frightened heart. Sharif immediately pulled him outside. When he reached the door leaf, Hanif came with the same expression. The elder directly hugged Aminah firmly. Obviously that made the umma very surprised.
"Ami ...," the call that Aminah had longed for was heard. Call from her beloved husband, Amirdiningrat Malacca, who fought to defend the homeland from foreign intervention that tried to monopolize everything.
Aminah. It was not because of the arrival of her husband that made the children to the storm, but because a young girl who was bowed with a veil wrapped around her head. Jealousy was burning in his heart. That girl must be honey. He feels betrayed. The official letter is true. Despite preparing himself, he still felt hurt apparently.
The girl had a fair and bright skin. His nose was sharp and his eyes were as blue as the sea. She looked like a fifteen to eighteen year old young girl. She speaks a thousand languages and follows only Amir, who is now her husband.
"His name is Anastasia" Amir introduced the girl to his family after giving a brief greeting. In a gentle tone that seemed to be keeping feelings in check, he explained, "He is from the West. He is still not used to the environment here. I hope you get along with him soon."
Aminah was silent for a moment. His clenched hands he hid behind the backs of his two sons. If he thought only with his lust and ego, he would definitely be very angry right now. With a disappointed and sad heart, she forced herself to smile and replied, "Yes, welcome, my husband."
"Te, thank you, Ami ...," Amir smiled and was relieved by his wife's reply. However, he was still agitated by the shock of his two children. They both looked so shocked that they tightly gripped the long tunic of Aminah. Before Amir continued his words, Sharif had already yelled, "No way! Umma just Umma! Don't want to!"
Anastasia was shocked by the scream. It was clearly rejected. From the very beginning, his presence here would not be accepted. He never even wanted it. Despite his status as a second wife, he remains a lowly hostage to ensure the safety of his family caught on the battlefield. He is nothing more than a puppet gifted to soften the heart of a ruler.
Somehow his life will pass after this. He can only try to survive. As long as his family is safe and sound, he will not regret his decision. Even though he will be tormented for the rest of his life.
