The Malang Widow

The end of my marriage

One by one I packed my clothes into a suitcase and some were not shaggy. I hurried to leave the contract alone to the Railway Station in a taxi I had ordered.

The city of Bandung was my destination at the time, where I received a work call at a hospital that I sent a cover letter two weeks ago. Divorce papers that are still in the process stage I let my family take care of later. The religious court will give the news when my divorce papers are ready.

Two months of trial proceedings that I went through to be able to release my marital status with Good. Tears seem to have grown tired of me spitting out for this matter. Stress and depression certainly accompanied my days back then.

Well, the time when I had to make the choice to stay alive with that lazy, light-handed man, or to end it all at the risk of a widow's title being pinned on me.

One year I spent with Bagas on the household ark. Unlike most other households, the beginning of marriage that should be spiced with romance begins a new life, it is inversely proportional to us.

Although two years earlier we knew each other and dated, but not all the basic nature of Bagas radiated at that time. Friendly, supple, and well mannered, that's what people have known all along about him.

But who would have thought, his voice was so loud while rebuking myself in his anger. Likewise with his hand which is often so easy he swings to my cheek that he never hit a bruise that never goes away in one week.

"You can't live so hard don't let me get married so soon!!" snapped Bagas in our roots are quite tiring.

I was just silent in the corner of my not-so-extensive rented room. Tired of me to tell him, for there is no use, there is only endless commotion. Bagas's rough nature made me no longer want to continue the quarrel that resulted in his bruised cheek.

"Plakk!!" the sound of her hand swinging on my cheek made me cry hysterically from the pain. But this did not make her feel sorry for him. He constantly grumbled like a woman who was nagging incessantly.

"A little cry, a little moaning, a little hard life a little cry, when the hell are you not crying?" snapped Bagas while pointing his index finger at me.

"Basar irresponsible man, if you can't provide to say just say, don't bring regret marriage is not ready, just excuse you!" my reply that can't stand his attitude.

The taking of the water and being poured on me which immediately soaked my body made me cold, because it was winter in my city. I shouted hysterically as I called my mother hoping to help me then dragged her towards the bathroom. The resistance was there, as I thrashed around that she didn't want to take to that bathroom.

But what is the power of my body and my hand can not withstand the power of Bagas which is certainly more than me. I who was weakened at that time could only give up when Bagas flushed back my body repeatedly. And this time my body was completely drenched. The vibration of my teeth accompanied my tears that were unceasingly dripping, not from pain, but this heart that was crumbling faintly saw the attitude of a husband that I hoped was good for me, and good for me, but only disappointment was presented.

The religious temperament of Bagas also makes anyone fall prey to his attitude which is really rude to me. No one recognized him as a diriny as a light-handed figure. Only myself and the walls of the rented house were silent witnesses to Bagas' daily treatment of me.

Instantly I wiped my tears that made my eyelids swell. I will strengthen my heart to put an end to all of this. I earned my salary and I volunteered to tell my mother this even though it was heavy. My mother who was trying to understand also took steps so that I immediately ended my relationship with Bagas who was still as long as corn.

Beluam's consideration of the fruits of my marriage made my mother and brother the only ones to ease my decision to divorce Bagas soon. They also can not stand the pain of my life which was finally revealed since the incident.

My return to my hometown after the incident was only to immediately take care of my divorce with Bagas. Luckily the process is not too complicated, because Bagas himself has resigned to my decision. If there was a trial call he never responded let alone come to attend. That way the prosecutor is easy to knock on our parting hammer.

After all just waiting for the Divorce Deed, I rushed back to the City where I was staying in the rented with Bagas to immediately pack my remaining items there. It looked like there was no life in the house. The atmosphere is so quiet with dust scattered around the floor omens are rarely cleaned.

Apparently since my departure to the village to take care of the divorce, he also did not occupy our rented house. Bagas chose to stay with friends at the boarding houses, where they lived and spent time during our wedding.

Yes, there in the boarding house of his friends that he often left me until midnight, sometimes even not to go home. Playing with his friends makes him not realize that he has a wife that deserves to be accounted for.

It seems he is still difficult to accept the condition that he has married. His life is always a joke with his friends he can not stay, so often he forgets which is the priority of a man who has married.

Not infrequently our contract was the target of their gathering place just to stay up together, or play something that is not clear direction. This is quite uncomfortable for me to make, considering as a woman, I want privacy in my place. Not like a headquarters that at all times became a place that every corner they stepped on with his footsteps even though it was the room of the two of us.

His childish attitude also made Bagas not want to discuss the problem of my pregnancy program. He always wanted to prevent me when I wanted a child. This makes him willing to give KB in order to delay the presence of our baby. It's not the fun I feel. When a marriage is a pregnancy that every couple will look forward to, but this is exactly like being rejected.

I don't know what is in Bagas' mind, maybe the readiness that there is no economic readiness that never improves makes him not want the presence of his baby first. But how then the economy will change while he is unemployed.

For daily meals we only rely on money from my mother's shipment which my mother actually sent only for additional shopping money for my facial care needs. But because of necessity, the body care I used to buy during my life with my mother had to be forgotten in order to eat.

I who was trying to find a job here and there was finally not able to stand this marriage. One time I was idly looking for a job vacancy outside the city and floated a proposal at a Hospital in Bandung City.

Whether it was because of my fate or just a coincidence, I got a call to work at the hospital right when I officially separated from Bagas. So that there is no longer a burden on me to leave him to work away from him as he used to forbid me to work in another city.

Since then Bagas has never seen me or called me again. I lost track of him and tried no longer to find out about him. We go through each other's lives. Last I saw from his FB homepage he was cool to enjoy his free life with his friends. After that I don't know anymore because I've blocked all his contacts.