The Missing Princess

Hanum 1's

'' come on, Hanum, why are you demanding so much about our relationship not that from the beginning you already know how I am to you, not that since the beginning we have made a deal? why do you seem bad at this..?'' said the priest as we sat together in the gazebo behind the house we were sitting in

'' no. It's not so mas, do you not know, how in my current position, what, do you ever think if one day our parents know about our relationship this is a covenant, do you have no pity to see parents..'' said Hanum sighing heavily..

I don't know how to behave, when I find the priest mingling with other women out there

I know our marriage was a terrible mistake, but my household could not be saved,

'' it's my business Hanum, your job is only good to them, and not have to obey what they want, I don't want you to take care of my business..'' the word of the imam made me fall downwards

these eyes were heated when they found the face in the gin mas imam

what is my fault why the cruel priest mas on me.'' collapsed me in the heart.

'' I want to go out tonight, you want to be home, or you want to go home to your parents, it's up to you to choose..'' said the priest standing up from his seat while staring at me for a moment

'' what is the reason I went home to my parents without any mas to join me.'' 5anya I look up this face so that I can see the face of the priest who is cold.

'' that's your business, at least, I've told you.'' said the priest.

making me sigh long and throw it roughly, it is now only a moment of silence between the two of us

'' I'd better be at home, I don't want to make my parents disappointed for the umpteenth time.'' said I lowered my head back while supporting my chin.

'' are you sure.'' asked the priest to make sure.

I just nodded, saying his words, I felt the footsteps getting away from me,

I don't know, I don't want to look up my face, to see the passing of the priest mas into the house

'' Yes.. God, until when do I continue this way, until when do I continue to live a relationship in bondage but my husband cannot appreciate a sacred bond..'' I said while lamenting my fate which was no longer helped

various efforts have I done, O God, but still my husband can not be with me, until when my husband in a circle of sin continuously..'' I said without feeling my tears poured out of these eyes without being prevented at all

this sick person lives a household life without any love, who is really wrong here.

what am I wrong, whether I am too gentle to the priest, whether a wife should obey her husband, whether heaven is with the husband, or not heaven is with the husband,

not if the field of reward is located in the husband, why his sense of heart wants to rebel when considering a wife must obey the husband

'' better tomorrow I just ask Mr. Ustad who is in the opposite mosque .'' said I determined in my heart

what should this continue my household, even though the household I built is new for a lifetime of corn, but I am tired of being in this position

after tired of fighting in my heart break up to enter the house, inside the house, now I find a quiet and empty house

do not ask the priest, he really died me in this house, I look around, this house is like a prison for me, because there is only silence in it

***

it was so early, but the priest did not return, making me sigh long when I found the empty mas priest room

I'd better go to the kitchen.'' said I in my heart and walked towards the kitchen.

once in the kitchen, I opened the cooling machine and took out the vegetables and fish

this morning I wanted to make a balado of cob fish and boil bitter mustard, quickly sliding into the sink to clean the vegetables and also the fish

do not forget to make spices as a complement to my cooking today, mas imam just ignore it, whether he wants to go home or not

finished cooking, now my food has been served at the dining table, just eat it

'' the end is finished as well, Hem. I better put some in the container alone, than later in the afternoon looking for food, it's better to bring supplies only.'' said I alone.

who wants to answer my words, nothing, only the wind blows, because at home there is only silence

finished breakfast and some I chose to go into the room and decorate it

today there is a schedule to see the factory that is managed papa, today papa just monitor the cafe alone in help with my two younger brothers who have grown up

I have six brothers somehow like the story, but at the age of my parents who are still not old have six children and are now growing up

thinking of my five brothers, now I miss wanting to be like before, joking around with them

but that was before, before I married a mas imam, now it feels far away when remembering the time-together with my family

***

without feeling now my feet have reached the palm oil processing factory, where now there are many grinding machines and other machines

'' morning mbak.'' said hello to the Goddess when I opened the entrance.

'' morning mbak dew.what busy today.'' asked me while smiling kindly to mbak Dewi.

'' just check the contract, the rest has been handled mas Kahfi.'' said mbak Dewi made my eyes bloom immediately heard the name Kahfi.

where the boy had been long I had not met him

'' where are the people now mbak.'' fast ask me to mbak Dewi.

'' there in his room mbak.'' said mbak Dewi while pointing towards the room belonging to Kahfi.

I quickly slid there, died of the goddess after receiving documents piled from her

braackkkk....

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