WE LIVE SIDE BY SIDE (CERPENE)

Chapter XXIII (Second Wife of the Sholeh)

A week after my return from Malaysia, my friends and I decided to take a vacation to the island of Sumatra to calm my mind, after my divorce with my husband one year ago.

A few days in Medan made my heart a little mengingan, we also went to the terminal ALS (between cross Sumatera).

Then when I got on the bus, the ALS driver winked at me, I turned my face away, before long he sat next to me.

Because he invited me to chat, I thought there was no harm, if it was responded to for a while

We started talking, he said to me, if he's divorced, he also showed me his divorce papers and clothes.

I'm pretty sure, that was our first meeting before we got married.

Now we have been married 13 years since he invited me since 2000 ago, we were given two children. Aldi and Ami.

From his first wife he was given three children, namely Bagas, Rica and June.

During the 13 years we were married, we have moved eight times, even changing businesses, I always follow where my husband goes, he said, even though it lives in the middle of a forest that is still rarely visited by humans.

I never protested, but the saddest pad when I was sick, she was never beside me, my husband also often left me and my two children Aldo and Ami in the middle of the wilderness surrounded by wild animals.

He was rarely in our farm hut, without giving a living, he always went on a trip, and the most heartbreaking thing was, he still had time to talk to his first wife.

Often sending them money, they also often live together even though they do divorce referral.

I did not dare to resist and protest against my husband's behavior, if I advised him, only mockery and blows landed on my body.

I miscarried once while living in the forest, the neighbors around my hut were also absent, there was only me and my two children in this hut of pain.

And now, I'm having a second miscarriage, again without her by my side, a pain that I feel is beyond words.

With all my might, I crawled slowly down to the village to find a relief house with my lower half covered in blood.

I don't know how long I've been traveling, which is clear I met one of the residents who passed on the village road.

I also asked him to help me with a prone position on the ground, to take me to the midwife. I saw that his heart was a bit heavy, but in the end he was willing, but on condition that I should accompany him to shop at the market first.

Is it okay for me to be patient first to endure the pain that I feel even though at that time I feel almost dead.

I think only briefly shop at the market, in fact around first to and fro, I also have to bring all the groceries, until it takes four hours.

When I finished, the woman took me to the midwife. Upon reaching the village midwife, the midwife said that my condition and my fetus were very weak.

If I'm too cape, then my fetus will miscarry.

With sadness, I called my husband, to be honest, at that time I needed a lot of help and affection so that I felt excited again.

But what in the words, even dreams I do not deserve it, he instead said “Do not contact here again!”

Oh God, it turns out he was with his first wife, precisely his first ex-wife who often berated me, as well as his children.

In that I never hated them, even I loved them and cared for them when I was with me.

Alu do not know, his mother taught or not, obviously the three children of his ex-wife often say “woman calls, lont*, anjin*.”

Even so, I never returned their meaning.

Maybe because I had a lot of thoughts, all of a sudden your stomach churned violently, unbearable pain, in that I had not reached my hut in the middle of the forest

Then, the blood came back out from********** you, then I saw a lump of flesh that was not yet perfect in the form of falling to the ground.

“Yes God is this what I deserve? Strengthen me Lord.”

When my husband came home, he just sat around and slept, I could only crawl to plant seeds of long beans and corn in the field, accompanied by my oldest son Aldo.

When my husband wakes up, he only rules, my husband often calls my children “dogs, monkeys.”

If it is not as desired, my husband will beat my children, even trampling my body.

The farmland in the 10-hectare forest was handed over to others. And I also gave birth to my third child named Siska.

Shortly in city I, my husband took me to his first ex-wife's house in Medan, where I was confronted by all members of his ex-wife's family.

Complete with an old man called Hajj sir.

Said the Hajj sir, the talak that my husband gave to his first wife was not legal, my husband was also there in the bath with various rituals, astagofirlohalngazim, it turns out my husband has shirked with them all.

They made friends and asked the genies, they told me to come with them, I didn't want to, after I found out about it all, my views changed to my husband.

“How much do you appreciate this Hajj sir? My fingernails I don't appreciate!” My hardik.

Cockery, teasing, violence and even playing women here and there I can still forgive, but when I have prayed for God, I give up.

I also decided to get out of the house, and headed to my parents' house in the city of S. Central Java.

I also brought it to my three. In Java I sent my children Aldo and Ami, for several months we lived in Java, my husband always contacted me.

Whether I was a fool, or wanted to serve in the way of God, I suddenly felt pity and could not bear to leave him there.

However, I am still his legal wife, he never gave my talaq, I never asked even though I really wanted it.

I also asked my sister-in-law for advice, they said give me one more chance.

Because I did not want to be a bad wife, I decided to return to Sumatra following my husband who was not clear where the destination wanted to live.

Aldo and Ami I left with his grandmother, my mother was crying screaming as I was about to leave them again.

My mother's sobs, I never forget, I kissed and rested at my mother's feet, and apologized.

My mother said “Why did the Great have the heart on you?”

“I'm sorry mak, however I am still his wife, I ask do’a your blessing my departure.”

As if there was no longer any shame, my mother and I cried loudly in the terminal, with a heavy heart I had to leave my children, because they have to go to school, if they follow me, with a heavy heart, their school will not be clear.

Because we move around a lot. In my heart I said, “Although I have been married and this old, it still troubles my parents who have dusk, forgive me mak.”

I went to my husband, we stayed in town again.

And guess what, it only lasted a few months. He had told us to move to the city of N, back again to the forest, he said there I would only tell people to work, but what he said, upon arrival there, he said, I was a 24-hour worker.

I also had to sleep on the floor with my youngest son Siska, my husband rarely came home, because I could not stand it, four months there, I went to my sister-in-law Fatma's place.

Until now I live in my sister-in-law's house.

There is no shame in my husband, still riding my brother, the widow of nine children, poor and old.

I don't know until when I'll be in this house, I feel so bored and unwell that it troubles my sister-in-law constantly.

I used to think my second marriage would be happy, in fact worse than the first.

My present condition is an endless regret, but even so, I do not want to make a mistake to my husband, let God will give him justice.

DONE IT.

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