Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

The Dark Time of the Cramps

Side story's Ikram

"Well ... How else? Inevitably the Ikram who will be my successor takes care of this cottage. My fault is also for marrying too mature, overripe even plus uminya Ikram has died when he was a child. Maybe I'll send him to the cottage where I used to study." Abah's voice stopped me from entering the house.

Abah's in too much of a hurry, look at this uniform I'm wearing. Still red and white, I was still very young to be the successor to his great cottage. Plus the orphan foundation. I should how? My shoulders are too fragile to carry such a burden.

"But Ikram is still a child, Brother. He still wants to play because it's time to play. Can't you raise a representative of an ustadz before Ikram grows up? That's better" said Uncle's wise-sounding voice in my ear. Right, Uncle. I still want to play around. I want to be free not to be tied up with a responsibility as the leader of the cottage.

Ah .. I have an idea. I'll whine to Abah to come live with Uncle in Jakarta. Brilliant idea, Ikram. You are so smart.

"I've done it, which I want Ikram to start learning from now little by little to my representative. That way, he would be able to understand as time went on. So that when the time comes, he'll be ready to lead this cottage in my place."

Abah sounds selfish in my ears, but I'm his only son. I didn't even get to know Umi because she died when I was a kid. Only through the picture alone can I see the soothing face of Umi's.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" I said my greetings while opening the door in front of me.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" Abah and Uncle smiled as they saw me emerge from behind the door. I approached the two and I kissed them alternately. I sat beside Abi ready to express my desire to come with Uncle.

"Gee, Uncle's nephew is a big boy. You're getting pretty, yeah. If it's grown up, it must be a struggle for women," said Uncle while chuckling at the end of his sentence. I smiled, My uncle is really good at praising.

Kulirik Abah also smiled. That wrinkled face I can't bear to see it with such a weight. Take care of the cottage and foundation alone even though there are ustadz who help. Still, Abah is busy looking for this and that is if the cottage is in need of something.

Seeing Abah who sometimes tired of taking care of the cottage, I did not want to be his successor. Plus I'm nine years old, I really don't want to be involved in that big responsibility.

"Uncle, how's Bibi doing in Jakarta?" ask me fishing topics.

"Your aunt is healthy, she always asks you. Your aunt is lonely, Ikram. He wanted to have children, but we found it difficult to get offspring. This is a test from God. Your aunt wishes you could stay in Jakarta for a year or two."

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. This is what I want to hear, Bibi always asked me to come live with her in Jakarta. I smiled broadly.

"Really, Uncle?" Uncle nodded. I turned to Abah who was immediately silent, "Abah, I want to come with Uncle to Jakarta. I promise after graduating from school there, I will study at the cottage to replace Abah later," I continued to seduce. This time I had to successfully seduce Abah.

"That's it, just this time, brother. Let Ikram come with me. He will I go to school there, if I graduate I will return it here" said Uncle who further widened my smile.

Abah sighed heavily, feeling heavy for her to take off this one and only child. Might as well. I'm just guessing.

"Alright, but you have to promise after graduation you'll take him home."

And in the end, I went to Jakarta to live with Uncle and Aunt who had not been given a baby.

The atmosphere of Jakarta is so different from the city where I live. High-rise buildings even clawed the sky they called into the decoration of the city.

I was transferred to school by my Uncle and Aunt. At first I was a quiet and closed child. I don't know how to get along with big city kids like Jakarta.

Over time, the years passed by did not feel like I was in my eleventh year and almost three years I went with Uncle. The association of teenage children around Bibi neighborhood, very free in my opinion. I rarely join them.

However, after one of the people invited me to play. I too became a part of them. Night running is almost never absent. All sorts of games that kids my age shouldn't play, I play with my new friends.

"Cream, where are you going?" asked Aunt with her ear-splitting voice. Aunty may be caught off guard by my always refuting attitude. He was also tired of advising me who never wanted to hear his words.

Uncle's motorbike is driven at high speed. Understandably, a teenager like me likes things that challenge adrenaline. That's what my parents often hear. Sok knows.

I was surprised, as soon as we got to our usual place hanging out some unfamiliar bottles of drink lined up on a small table.

"What's this?" aska I want to know. My young soul was stirring, wanting to know new things I had never touched.

"Hey, Ikram! You don't know what this is? The rich call it wine. A drink that calms the mind, the photo is good if we drink this," replied the greatest friend among them.

Truly a teenager, hearing something foreign I immediately wanted to try it. What does it taste like, sweet?

I sip a little, it tastes bitter on the tongue and unpleasant in the throat. Yet again my soul felt challenged to swallow it. One little glass I spent, and it was enough to darken my eyes.

Starting from those trials, I was hooked every night gathered never miss a drink called wine. It's weird, but I like it.

"Wih .. Now Ikram is good at drinking, yes. Great you, Kram!" praise those who are drunk.

Small parties are often held them, accompanied by bottles of drink that we are not controlled. Every night is free to go without fear of being sought. Every night I always take Uncle's bike and go home in the morning. Uncle never scolded me, instead Aunt always advised me not to hang out with them. How else! With them I feel comfortable.

Until one morning, on the way home from a weekend party with friends. A little drunk indeed when I was riding Uncle's motorbike. I put the iron horse up at a moderate speed.

Ah ... shit! Why are my eyes so blurry? I shook my head to restore vision, but still the influence of alcohol was so controlling.

Luckily, the streets were still empty that morning. Uncle and Aunt are not awake yet. Shit, indeed.

I didn't pay attention to the road when the speed of the bike increased again. I think because there is no one, it is not wrong for me to speed quickly to get home and sleep. However, bad luck seems to be asking me.

Tiiin up!

I clenched the horn while a male figure emerged from the turn abruptly.

Brak!

Vaaogb. I didn't have time to press the brakes because I couldn't control the bike. The man was hit, and bounced far away to hit a roadblock. I fell down in shock, lucky to have my head protected by a helmet and also covered my face.

"No! I hit people."

"FATHER!"

I heard a woman screaming. There was no one that morning, just the three of us. Right, from the same turn a woman appeared. The woman with her big belly I made sure she was his wife and she was pregnant.

She looked at me with her tears flowing. I flinched, got up and got on Uncle's bike. I was scared, really scared that time. Imagine me in jail, I don't want to. I put my uncle's motor and rushed away from the scene. Still no one thought I was. The woman's screams can still be heard clearly. Then, lost.

Brak!

I kept Uncle's bike in his place, I checked the state of the bike. Safe. No blood or marks from the crash. Just a little scuff. I can find the reason. Before they woke up, I rushed into the room and closed my eyes. Honey, the shadow of the man whose head was smashed and the pregnant woman who was crying. As if it were haunting me. I'm nervous, I just want to go home.