The Tears of a Wife

My Husband's Wedding

Today is Mas Damian and Anita's wedding day. Yeah, the marriage I didn't expect it to actually happen even though I've been working hard on ways to undo it. But my mother-in-law, who had always been firm in that position, insisted on carrying out the marriage of her two sons no matter what. Even if I fall ill like this.

My heart throbbed pain watching Mas Damian in his neat clothes sitting side by side with another woman besides myself. I remember sitting there, at Anita's. Wearing a white kebaya and smiling nervously watching Mas Damian say kabul ijab. But now, my position has been replaced by a new woman.

Anita ... the woman looked really happy next to Mas Damian. He seemed to be indifferent to his status of only being a second wife and this marriage was only a serial marriage. Anita seemed to continue staring at Mas Damian with a longing gaze as if she felt that Mas Damian would be hers.

While I can only cry bitterly in silence. I'm sure my face is pale because I've been sick this week. My head is so dizzy, and my body is hot. Mira didn't even leave me in the slightest because she felt sorry for my situation.

"Mhrs ... Want to go to the room? Mira's taking a break in the room, huh, Ma'am?" he whispered a little because we were sitting among the guests.

"No need, Mir. Ma'am wants to see your mas finished saying his kabulnya ijab."

"Mr ...."

"Bak's gonna be fine, Mira."

My sister-in-law could only sigh heavily. I knew he didn't agree with his mother from the beginning because he couldn't bear my condition. Mas Damian's youngest brother is kind and gentle. In contrast to Mas Damian's older sister who was eleven-twelve with their mother.

"Stop crying. Don't make other people think we hurt you, Airin. You make us look evil here" chirped Fena—kakak from Mas Damian I mentioned above. She is three years older than Mas Damian and has three children.

"Bak Fena, don't talk like that" Mira said.

"You are watching Naufal, Mir. He's in the guest room, sleeping. Who knows wake up."

"But, Ma'am ...."

"Come, Mir. You don't see Ma'am anymore hassles feeding the twins? Don't you want to help your brother?"

"It's okay, Mir ...," chirps me who knows Mira doesn't feel good leaving me, "go away. It's okay here."

Mira breathed a heavy sigh. Want to not leave after apologizing for being forced to leave me. Now, I really feel alone among the people who support this marriage.

"Makanya .. from young eat it do not carelessly, dong. Get used to eating healthy foods and smart-smart health care," said Mbak Fena, "oh yes, you are from the village, must eat unhealthy food directly from small. It should be like this."

Hearing his words made me remember my parents in the village. Ah, if they knew what happened to me, they would definitely be very sad and worried. Moreover, they are old and sickly, both of my parents could be shocked to hear his son being pitted and ended up falling ill together. That's why I chose to hide all this from my mom and dad.

"Honestly, Airin, I didn't really agree with my only brother being married to you. I mean, you're just a woman from the village who definitely doesn't have the qualifications of a healthy and perfect woman. Baby, my sister loved you too much back then. And the mother who doesn't want her to be sad is forced to bless you." I just quietly listened to my sister-in-law's words, "look now, my words were not wrong. Now they are also the ones who regret letting a woman like you into our family. Though my sister from childhood always taught healthy living by Mother. Honey, he chose the wrong wife until it was too late to have a baby like this."

I do not think out ..Ma-bak Fena can talk like that while feeding her two children who seem to listen to their mother's words with an innocent look. Nina and Nino are only three years old. It's totally inappropriate to hear about adult issues like this.

"Mbak—"

"Well, we'll start the fog process."

My words were cut off by the voice of the pak penghulu. I immediately refocused my attention forward and saw Mas Damian now shake the hand of the ruler in front of him. I was immediately stuck with my heart pounding.

"Sir Damian, follow me, yes" said the pengulu, asking Mas Damian to prepare. I don't know why Mas Damian looks nervous. Though I wish he was mediocre even put on a flat face.

"Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim, I married and I married Damian Ahmad Anggoro bin Abdul Anggoro with Anita Fitriana bint Hermawan with a pair of prayer tools and money worth two million rupiah paid in cash!"

Damian didn't answer right away. He stared at me for a while, and I could only reply with a pushy look. "I ... I accept the marriage of Anita Fitriana bint Heramawan with the dowry paid in cash!"

"Are the witnesses?"

"AH!"

"Goddessa ...."

My head was suddenly buzzing and my body was squeezing. I could no longer support my body weight because I had no more energy until I fainted. Before I was completely unconscious, I had heard the worried cries of Mas Damian and the guests who were immediately noisy. I also had the opportunity to feel Mas Damian's embrace and his panicked voice trying to resuscitate me. But unfortunately, I prefer to drown in this darkness because I really can't anymore.

.........

The day had changed the night I woke up after fainting for hours. Feeling something damp on my forehead, I picked it up. It turns out the compress fabric. I think I had a high fever.

I circled around, looking for Mas Damian's whereabouts. But there's no. I was alone in this room. Wait... This is not my room!

Both of my eyes widened when I realized I was in the guest room. My heart was instantly congested accompanied by two heated eyes.

That means ... that woman—Anita is in my room with Mas Damian right now. How dare they do this! Who let him into my room and Mas Damian? He should be the one here!

I forced my body to get out of bed. But unfortunately, my body was still too weak to make myself have trouble balancing it. I then sat back on the bed. Wept bitterly as he imagined what Mas Damian and his new wife were doing in our room.

I know this isn't really Mas Damian's will. It must have been my mother who made me rest in the guest room while Mas Damian and Anita were told to sleep in our room. This is really outrageous. I was so angry now, but helpless because my body was so weak.

Are they gonna do that? Inner wondering. Considering this first night they made me hot. I really don't want Mas Damian to fuck another woman.

I again forced my body to get up and walk out of the room despite being restrained. Thank goodness there was no mother or family upstairs. Whether they've gone home or are still gathering downstairs, I don't know. But I'm sure Mas Damian and Anita are in our room.

"Watery!"

When I got to the door of the room, someone suddenly called my name. I reflexively turned my head, finding that my mother was now walking quickly towards me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to go back to my own room, Mom," I replied flatly. The expression on my face was not friendly. Let it be if he thinks I'm being disrespectful to him. I'm already tired.

"Inside there is Anita. Don't bother them. Already, you just go back to the room. Tonight you sleep in the guest room first!"

"But, Bu—"

"It's Damian's first night and his new wife, Airin! Don't be a bully!"

Bullies said? Me? I'm Mas Damian's first wife! Legal in the eyes of law and religion! And Anita? He's the bully in my household and Mas Damian!

It was very curious for me to yell saying all that to this middle-aged woman in front of me. But unfortunately I can't. Everything is stuck on the tip of the tongue. I still have such respect for my in-laws that he continues to interfere in my household and organize my husband.

"Come, now go back to the guest room. You're still sick, aren't you? Let me drop off," he said softened. Maybe a little pity also saw me who was so pale with both eyes puffy now.

"W-w, Mom!"

I instantly froze as that laughable voice suddenly sounded. My heart even stopped beating for a moment, before racing back. It was so tight that I felt pain there. My tears automatically fall more rapidly, although no longer accompanied by sobbing. Now both my eyes turned blank.

Mas Damian .. must be having fun, huh, in there?

"Airin, come on." Mom called me back. Even now his hand has taken my hand to be invited away from there. It seemed like he heard the curse voice earlier

"Mira is there, Mom?" I asked my sister-in-law whereabouts.

"There was. He's still downstairs."

"Please call Mira, Mom. I'd like to ask you to take him somewhere."

"Where are you going, Rin? You're still sick like this. It's night anyway."

"Call me, Mom. I want to go anywhere as long as I'm not here." I looked at my mother. "It makes me sicker here."

Mother breathed a heavy sigh and inevitably complied with my request. "Well, wait a minute, I'll call Mira first."

.........

"Sir, are you sure you want to stay at a hotel? Alone anyway. Mira befriends, huh, Ma'am?"

"No need, Mir. You just go back home. Still have to help clean up the rest of the show, right?"

My sister-in-law shook her head and continued to put on a worried face. "There's still a lot of other people there, Ma'am. Better, Mira just stay at the hotel to accompany Mbak Airin."

I shook my head and put on a faint smile. "It's okay, Mir. You just go home. Don't worry, I'll be fine here. Ma'am will immediately rest when he gets to the hotel room later."

"But, Ma'am ... Ma'am Airin is sick. Shouldn't be left alone."

"Mira ...." I took Mira's hand, grasped her weakly and smiled reassuringly. "Mbak will be fine. After all, Ma'am does want to be alone, Mir. Ma'am doesn't want to be bothered by anyone right now."

Mira then sighed heavily and nodded resignedly. "If there's anything, please let me know, yes. If you need anything or want to pick it up, just call Mira right away."

"Yes, thank you so much, Mir."

After that, Mira decided to go home in her car. I asked to be taken to the hotel by him. I thought it would be better for me to spend the night outside than to sleep in the guest room and be imagined Mas Damian making out with Anita.

Then I moved my legs to get into the hotel. I booked a room online. Just ask for the key or access card to the employee there.

But baby, before I got to the reception desk, a throbbing back hit my head. My steps stopped and both hands held my head. I moaned stifled, feeling unable to walk again because my vision began to twitch.

"Are you okay?" I could hear someone talking beside me. I could only glance at him with my tail, but could not see him clearly because of the blurry vision.

"Do you feel dizzy?"

I can't answer that question because I'm busy neutralizing this pain. But I feel unable to anymore when I feel my eyes are heavy and want to lose consciousness like that. "To-please," my great-granddaughter, whether she heard the man or not.

Before I actually collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious, I could feel her hand suddenly pulling my hip until I fell into her arms. He held my limp body with one hand. While his other hand he used to take a cell phone.

"Hello? You don't have to come to my room today. I have other business" he said, which I can still hear before I completely lose consciousness. After that, everything was dark.

Seriate...