Trying To Be Faithful

Proposal

Rengginang and the warm teteh became a treat for the arrival of Raden, Hasna and his grandson Bu Nurul-Hasna's mother.

"Please, drink. Understandably, this is the village. There is nothing" said Mr. Hasna, Mr. Muhidin.

"Yes, Sir. Thanks." Raden drank the tea for half a glass. He did not feel uncomfortable with the situation of the Hasna family house which was very simple. Seats whose skin has been torn everywhere, until the bus is visible. The ceiling that has been a lot of brown spots because of the leaky tile, also the floor that still uses tile tiles.

"Mother as father how are you? It's been a long time since Ibaran did not come home. Want to go home but yes live a lot of trials. Teteh is afraid not to be able to find a secret that will even make the mother sick," said Hasna while crying tears.

"He said if they were lost, they would not forget the way home. He said home was the most comfortable place. Did you forget the way home? Is mom's house no longer comfortable for you?"

Hasna shook her head quickly. To dismiss everything that Bu Nurul said.

"Why not go home? Although still not telling stories, I understand, I know that you are not okay. Not even from the mouth, there was another person's mouth. Even I know that Azam has children from other women, right?"

The deg!

The big secret Hasna kept, how her mother knew. Raden was as surprised as Hasna.

"The woman came here."

Wh-what?

"He spoke frankly with Mom. He begged her not to throw him out of the house. He's been kicked out of his family, and says that his son is more entitled because he's a boy."

Hasna's jaw is hardened. His hands shook with restraining emotions.

"Mom's sick, Tea." Inggit added.

Ill-mannered. It's not enough that he took my house, why would he dare hurt my mother? No, I'm not just gonna let him. You have to accept the patience I have been enduring all this time.

"But it is, Tea. Let God do all their deeds. I am proud that you are a strong woman. Thank you for surviving even without a mother accompanying you. Tete's great."

"Mother ...." Hasna's cry broke out in Nurul's arms. All the grief, suffering and pain she endured and kept secret from her mother, was overflowing.

Mr. Muhidin also shed tears. All this time he had suffered so much from not being able to protect his only daughter.

"Before when she was born, I kept her like an egg. Always keep it from breaking, so as not to fall, so as not to crack. Not holding her too tightly for fear of hurting her heart. Which father's heart didn't hurt to hear their daughter hurt another man. If he knew he would be treated like that, by Allah I would not let go of my son to marry him" said Mr. Muhidin with trembling lips.

"Every night, I cry in the kitchen. However, the head of the household should not look flabby in front of his wife and children. To be honest, I can't stand my sadness. Wanting to retaliate, the man is dead." There is a sense of satisfaction in the tone of Mr. Muhidin when saying the word 'dead'.

The atmosphere became full of tears of sadness. Raden, intent on proposing to Hasna, delays his intentions until the family calms down.

"So, that lad Raden is Hasna? Or is there some other purpose?" Ask Nurul.

Like getting a yellow light, Raden began to talk about his initial intention to go there.

"If mother and father allow it, I would like to ask for the blessing to be Hasna's husband. I want to take care of Hasna and her children. I will give my best to my mom and dad. I'll be treating Hasna's wounds all this time. So, I beg you and Dad to give us permission for the smooth running of our relationship."

"As parents, we only support what the child does, as long as it does not deviate. If they are happy, parents may forbid. The point is, sir, it's up to Hasna. If he wants, you agree."

"What about you, Tea? I said it all depends on you" asked Nurul.

Raden moved closer to Hasna.

"In front of your parents, with the blessing they gave me, today I would like to formally propose to you to be my wife. Hasan, will you marry me? Spending time with me, raising our children together."

Hasna smiled as she nodded shyly.

With a ring, Raden proposes to Hasna in front of his parents. After the proposal, Raden and Muhibuddin went around their rice fields, seeing the workshop that Inggit managed. Getting to know another Hasna.

"This is damned father? It's just not good enough, sir."

"Yes, it's just alakadarnya. You see, if it is built according to standards, obstructed by capital." Muhidin laughs.

Raden.

After the magrib, Hasna and Raden returned to their city. Hasna left her parents feeling relieved and happy. Hasna smiled at the ring she was wearing.

"Why?" asked Raden glanced at Hasna.

"It's okay," Hasna replied still with a bright smile.

"Thank you, yeah." Raden rubbed Hasna's head. "I'm happy today because we're about to officially become husband and wife."

"I'm happier, Mom. But, Mas. Your ex-wife still living at home? I'm kind of like that. Your right, anyway, if you want to take care of him, just honestly, I'm jealous."

Raden smiling. Hasana's hand and she kissed.

"If he wants to live there, then we will find a new place to live. His existence because of the desire of Airlangga. I can't refuse him much less Azalea is in pain. Airlangga wants to take care and be closer to his mother mumpung still have time."

"There's still time? Meaning, Mas?"

"The children are sick with cancer."

"Astagfirullah. I think he's staying there because you guys want to refer." Hasna whining.

"Yes, it's not. Where might I deliberately hold him and hurt your feelings. That's right."

Hasna smiled with relief.

"Thank you, yeah, Mom."

Hasna leaned on Raden's arm.A night trip that felt wonderful. A long distance was not felt tired by the two of them.