Talak After Shah

How about Black Adam?

25 October 2006 Afternoon

After the death of Mbak Laras and Maria from the house of mbak Ningsih, I still sit crying.

Nor can Ningsih do much. With a look of pity, he could only pat my shoulder.

"Assalamualaikum" the sound of greetings from outside that made me reflexively rubbed my face to wipe away the remaining tears.

Mbak Ningsih immediately walked forward. If there was Indra mas on the outside terrace with Adam, I don't know where they are now.

"Waalaikumsalam" mbak Ningsih welcomed his guests with a friendly. It turned out that it was his foster brother from SP 1. They came in a group.

I met them and greeted them one-on-one.

"It's beautiful Andi's wife, isn't it?" guess one of them

"Yes mbak" I replied nodding with a smile at him.

She laughed, with nothing funny to say. I immediately frowned and saw him laughing.

"Ups, sorry sorry, I only remember the last when we are in Malaysia" he said.

"There is funny memory or something, maybe?" much

"You can speak English?" he said as surprised

"Here, speaking of opo cah loro ki" One of the middle-aged mothers I know is her adoptive mother mas Indra said as she was followed by laughter by the others.

"*Not much, small talk"

"How's Andi?"

"Finame"

"I mean, where is he?

"In his parents home, you can met him later*"

Back he laughed. I smelled an unpleasant scent as he continued to laugh. It seems he is hiding something.

"Be careful, Andi a playboy, in Malay he famous with it. Much girls broken heart by him, there was a girl who had abortion by him"

I shut my mouth. Yes Rabb, really? is it true that the husband I knew well, sholeh in the beginning turned out to be an adulteress?

"Why te? mbak Ningsih asked full of questions.

"No papa mbak, this mbak... sorry what's his name?" much

"Mia" he answered

"Mak Mia this is a terrible story so I'm shocked" my dear.

Mbak Ningsih ber O long.

"Yuk mbak, I go in first, want to see the children" said my saying

"Waiting for me Lovely, there is much story about your husband, you must know it"

I looked up and nodded my head.

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Today I really didn't set foot in my in-laws' house. Andi has not been to Ningsih's home to meet us. I'll just give it up, whatever he wants. After all, since last night, he had so much depravity uncovered. Whether it was true or not, but that was enough to shock me.

"Okay te, we make a model, there are materials in the refrigerator, the perekan was mas mu mngiling the model to the market, but not yet mbak make. You know yourself, you're drunk"

In spirit I nodded my head. Be late afternoon today we are working in the kitchen to make models.

"That's a bad thing, what's bun cooking?" a voice came from the back door.

I looked, Andi. I smiled faintly at him. I have to put on a sweet face as much as possible, I don't want Ningsih to know my anger, even though he actually knows that I'm very angry.

"The new kok here oom, where have you been?" mbak Ningsih asked without turning his head from the model stew pot.

"Maen yuk's horn"

"Not aunty?"

Andi silence. I was silent and did not react. Let it be, maybe Andi is more comfortable in his own relationship than ngajak us.

"Where are the kids?"

"If Naura was with Mikail's sister in Dimas's room"

Andi immediately walked towards Dimas' room. Maybe to avoid us, or indeed he wants to see his children after not meeting from last night.

Finished ba'da Ashar our routine is complete. We immediately put it on the buffet.

Andi emerged from the middle room.

"What yuk?"

"Call the other mama's mama, we eat the model together"

Andi immediately came out and walked towards my in-laws house. Soon a group appeared. Not just my entourage, but there are also cousins.

"Ah, aunty ni, awaited where wawak kok even here" mbak Lusi joking.

Immediately I greet them, there is mbak Lusi and her husband mas Mijo, mbak Esi sama mas Sandi, mbak Pariyah and mas Parjo, mbak Karti and mas Bandi, and there are several children, and there are several children, maybe their kids.

Be a full Ningsih home. Me and Nina were busy serving them. We both prepared a bowl, put the model and the gravy, and put a large glass of mixed ice.

Be that afternoon we had a model meal with full of family while interspersed with small laughter.

While we were eating, Indra came home with Adam.

"Wahh rame yaa, eat no rhyme" she chanted while following her seat.

"Who oom, whose child is this?" ask mbak Esi.

"Our son is" I replied

"Have three children?" tanyanya surprised

I nodded with a proud smile.

"Huh, many proud children" mbak Laras chimed cynically while greeted giggling by Maria.

The proud smile that was on my lips disappeared instantly.

All eyes were staring at the two of them. Conscious to be attentive, not sorry mbak Laras increasingly become.

"Well, the truth is, he's a lot of kids, why do you see him so rich?"

"Mbak" Nina snapped while glaring.

"Already, eat, don't make a fuss" Indra broke up.

We continued to eat. But my taste is no, it is full to hear the talk mbak Laras earlier.

"Mother eat" suddenly Mikail and Naura appear

"Here baby" I'm fine with them.

"Well, these two are white-white, how is the little one black?" unconsciously mbak Lusi said

Maria's reflexes and mbak Laras. And again it offended me.

"If these two look like his father, then the little one looks like me" I replied.

"But aunt is not an item" he continued

"Now, but when I was a little mbak item, now it's still a really good item"

"But not a very good item, the aunt was yellow" continued mbak Pariyah.

"Not the son of Andi kali" my mother-in-law replied.

As fast as lightning I turned and stared in disbelief at my mother-in-law.

He didn't look at me, but he kept spooning models into his mouth.

"Astaghfirullah" I said.

"What does oma mean, we don't understand" Maria seemed to be fishing in the murky water.

O Lord, give me patience, my heart.

"This we eat again, even discuss what this is, let's eat" mbak Ningsih as if capturing my discomfort.

As much as I could, I sat there and fed my two children, brother and Adam. Naura eats by herself.

And again I was disappointed with Andi's attitude which was only silent when I was cornered by his family.

Before Maghrib finally my husband's cousins say goodbye, then me and Nina clean up and wash the dirty glass dishes.

"Don't take heart" Nina said as we both washed the dishes.

"Bak don't papa kok Nin" I lied.

If you knew Nin, my heart would be broken and right now it's as if I had no price, my inner self.