Short Stories Romance

Ayana (The Most Beautiful Award)

"Just divorce her!"

The voice of my mother-in-law called out to Yoga, her son who was none other than my husband.

"You've been married for too long, but you haven't been able to give a grandchild to Mom!" my mother-in-law said again.

I can only stay in the room, hearing her husband and mother who always fuss over the problem of momongan. Ears have been getting hot always crammed with their quarrels that almost occur every day, only this room is a silent witness about my sadness all this time. Unbeknownst to Mas Yoga, I always shed tears here.

After quite a long time the quarrel occurred, the atmosphere became quiet and then we heard footsteps getting closer. The door of the room was opened, as fast as lightning I wiped the tears and then arched a smile at Mas Yoga. He sat on the edge of the bed with a shabby face full of sweat.

"Why, Mas?" I asked the man who had been a priest for eight years.

Not many words, Mas Yoga just hugged me tightly. This self feels calm when in his arms. "Sorry, Mom, Deck." Only that word came from my husband's lips.

Long enough he held me, rubbed the head covered with hijab and then repeatedly kissed the tip of this head. What happened to my husband?

"Mas was forced to accept an arranged marriage from her mother. But Mas doesn't want to lose you" he said with a hand that clasped my finger.

I don't know what I think right now, my lips can't say anything. Whether it's protest or acceptance. Mas Yoga explained that he loved me and did not want to lose so he decided to polygamy.

Am I willing to accept all this? To share my husband with my partner later.

Heavy, I'm just an ordinary woman who has a sense of regret and disappointment. Wasn't the child blessed with my will? Of course not! As a woman, this self also wants to feel like a mother who can give birth to children from my own womb.

"Mas can't stand up for you anymore after I find out your pain, Ay," she said.

How not? When convicted of having a cyst, my husband decided to marry again. Had wanted a divorce but this self so understand Mas Yoga. I am sure, he is a man who is able to lead up to Jannah with his faith and religious knowledge.

I can only nod.

"You take it, Ay?" tanya Mas Yoga.

Again, I can only nod with a broken heart. Trying to accept all the facts I will face later.

We came out of the room to have dinner with our mother-in-law who was waiting for us at the dinner table.

"What about your matchmaking, Yoga?"

God, I was just sitting in a chair, and I asked you what would make me sick.

"Yes, Mom. Ayana blesses him," said my husband sounding resigned.

"Ayana, you're saying that your husband married again, right?" he firmly stared with sharp eyes at me.

"Yes, Mom."

***

Finally the marriage took place, I witnessed my husband have pledged his ijab to his young wife. Now they have officially become a married couple in marriage.

Smiles can be seen from the lips of my mother-in-law and Santi, the young wife of Mas Yoga. They look happy on top of the tightness I think they are at the moment. Bloodless pain, maybe the word is very appropriate as an expression of the heart even though as hard as I try to sincerely.

Evening came, Santi had been wearing a seductive evening dress with unraveling black hair she was sitting with us in the living room.

"Mommy, Mom, I'm saying goodbye" I said as I stood up.

"Good, give your husband a chance to have offspring" said the mother who made me sick.

"Yes, Mom. Excuse me."

Just now I was about to step into the room, suddenly a spoiled whimper came out of Santi's lips. "Come, Mas. I want to be alone in the room with you" Santi's spoiled voice told Mas Yoga.

I don't know, I went straight into the room and tried to be indifferent even though my heart was in conflict. Not long after my bedroom door was knocked.

"Yes" called the man I love so much.

"Yoga Mas?" muttered. "Lake in!" I screamed from inside the room.

Looked already handsome face Mas Yoga, he stepped closer to me who was sitting on a medium-sized bed. Now, this bed feels spacious because later I only sleep alone.

Yoga hugged me. The typical jasmine scent of the bride is still smelled on her body which reminds me of when I first became her wife. This body is still warm in his arms, the hands of Mas Yoga tightly as if reluctant to release my body.

"Mas, what, come here?"

"I can't, Ay. I can't!"

"What can't you do, Mom?"

"I can't sleep with Santi. I want to sleep with you, hug you like normal nights" said Mas Yoga who made me feel guilty.

"Don't be like that, Mommy. Santi has now become your wife, she deserves your inner living" I said weakly and painfully, probably because I was not used to it.

The eyes try to shut but still difficult, because the heart has not given up all this. Singlehead, Ay! Immediately I close my eyes with all the lullaby prayers.

***

It does not feel like a year has passed, even tomorrow will enter the holy month of Ramadan. Where every Muslim will race for the reward in this blessed month. But there is a sad story in our family, Santi asked for a divorce from Mas Yoga.

"Good morning Khumairah ..." said as she flattered me. Yoga is sitting next to the bed.

"Yoga Mas?"

Mas Yoga looked neat with a white shirt and then he was about to wear a tie, apparently going to the office. But, is the time so early?

"Here, I help." I grabbed the tie that had been coiled around the collar of the white shirt and tidied it up. "Here you go, my mom."

"Thank you, Ay."

I smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Mas wants to go to Santi's parents' house, he asks for a divorce from Mas after knowing that Mas is barren, Mas will not be able to have children."

"Patience, Mas. Surely God will give a beautiful thing to Mas Yoga." That word is all that comes out of my lips.

"I got it."

"meaning?"

"I have received you, the most beautiful gift from God. You are a beautiful wife with a beautiful face and a beautiful heart. You are the most beautiful gift for Mas," said Mas Yoga who grabbed my body in his deck and then kissed this forehead.

It seems like my cheeks met red when I heard the words Mas Yoga that can make this heart happy.

"Yes, I left first, yes," she said, extending a hand to kiss.

"Be careful, Mommy."

We walked towards the main door there was my mother-in-law crying bitterly when she found out that Santi had chosen to leave the house.

"Already, Mom. Ikhlaskan Santi, he does not sincerely accept Yoga."

"What do you mean?"

"Yoga can't give you a grandchild." Mas Yoga gave the paper to my mother.

"This what?" ask your mother when she grabs a piece of white paper from Mas Yoga's hand.

"That's the results of the Yoga Health examination that states Yoga is barren."

I was seen opening and reading the writing on the white paper. "No, no way!" his objection.

"That's reality, Mom. We checked it out a few days ago and that's the result!"

Mom shuddered, "No, no way!" Mother is still trying to evade, she does not accept.

After a while, Mas Yoga's tears poured down his cheeks. The sobs are unstoppable. He approached the mother and raised the face of the woman who had given birth to him.

"Look, Mom. Look at what I did to Ayana. Here it turns out that the problematic one is Yoga, not her!" Mas Yoga pointed at me while mom was just down with tears in her eyes.

"What less is Ayana in front of Mom now? A righteous woman who accepts my shortcomings. Can you see now that a sincere woman is my mother's choice or mine?"

Mother was still down, it seemed so heavy to look at her son's face. I approached her, gently rubbed her shoulders and grabbed Mom's hand.

"I'm sorry Ayana, if all this time, Ayana has not been the perfect daughter-in-law for Mom" I said softly.

Mom looks up.

"Sorry Mom, Ay. Sorry Mom." The word keeps repeating.

"Mother sober? It turns out that Mother's child is useless, not Ayana!" Yoga is still emotionally self-blame.

"Already, Mas. It's been. Tomorrow we will enter the holy month, it is not good that Mas behave like that Mother!"

Mom kneels at my feet. "I'm sorry I have sinned against you, son. You hurt your heart too often." Mother is still struggling.

I grabbed the body of the woman who had been my parent for eight years so as not to continue kneeling. "Astagfirullahal'azim, Mom, Wake up. Ayana never hated Mom. Come on, Mom, get up."

Mom held me and held me in her arms. Mom was so sorry for her past actions that she always blamed me for not having children. Thank God, the holy month of tomorrow this family has returned intact thanks to learning how sincere even though it is difficult it turns out to bring something very extraordinary in my life. Thank God, You still give me the opportunity to re-carve happily with my husband and mother-in-law. Though we may not be given offspring, but I am sure of all Your wonderful plans, Rabb ....

May my family always be happy to jannah, aamiin ....