Widow Kepentok Duda

Best road

Farzan and Grisel were in the middle car on the way to Farzan's parents' house. The two of them were silent despite leaving together.

“Do not again corner me in front of my family!” Farzan finally opened his voice after previously only silence. Just reminding because you don't want Grisel to continue to do something as he pleased without thinking about his feelings.

Grisel chipped and turned to Farzan, his eyes showing dislike.

“What? You want to talk to me because you want to meet your family, why since yesterday just keep quiet and not discuss anything? Do you think our relationship is only if there's a family?” Grisel spoke in a sharp tone, his face was enough to show that he did not like to be fought.

“Do we have to fight now?” farzan asked, still focused on the streets and not looking at his wife at all. He only reminded, but Grisel's response continued to be excessive.

“Yes, because you started!” grisel replied in a snapping tone.

Farzan let out a rough sigh, then chose silence instead of arguing with Grisel until their car reached his parents' house. Grisel continued to stare in annoyance at Farzan, then crossed his chest and turned his gaze to the streets.

**

Grisel and Farzan had arrived at Farzan's parents' house, where family members had gathered for a monthly event that their families used to hold.

“Grisel, you and Farzan have been married for a long time but have not had children, is there no desire to check your condition to know the problem that causes you can not get pregnant?” asked Anisa—ibu Farzan, looking expectantly at Grisel, however the woman also wanted to pet the grandchild of her proud son.

Of course, the Farzan family does not know if Grisellah does not really want to get pregnant, while Farzan is tired because Grisel always makes excuses if it has not been given offspring when asked by family members.

“We have checked and all the results are good, Ma. It's just that it has not been given a chance to get pregnant,” replied Grisel who of course lied. He put on a hearty face, as if desperate to take the sympathy of Farzan's extended family.

Farzan clasped the spoon tightly held, eager to shout if Grisel who did not want to get pregnant. Zayn— Farzan's cousin who was also present there, looked to glance at Farzan, seeing if his cousin's brother looked unhappy at all.

“I to the restroom briefly.” Farzan put the cutlery onto the plate, before then stood up and left the dining table.

Zayn continued to watch Farzan, knowing that his older cousin was trying to avoid a conversation about Grisel who was never pregnant. He looked at Grisel, looking at the displeased look of the woman as Farzan left.

Grisel narrowed his eyes when he saw Farzan leaving just like that, even seeming to ignore him. “This she cannot control emotions,” Grisel murmured in heart.

Zayn then glanced at Grisel, the woman he thought was rotten inside looked smiling but full of falsehood, making Zayn sick and nauseous to see Grisel's smile.

“I to the bathroom also briefly.” Zayn rubbed his mouth with a napkin, then stood up and ignored the person at the table.

Everyone stared at Zayn, before then refocusing on their dinner, as well as at Grisel who was the subject of conversation.

“Yes already, the important thing you have tried,” timpal mother Zayn—adik father Farzan.

“Yes, Aunty. I also want to have a baby, but what if it has not been given,” said Grisel still put a face full of falsehood.

Anisa actually had been expecting the presence of grandchildren, even the woman immediately accepted Farzan's decision to get married because she had been very dreaming of playing with Farzan's children later. However, unfortunately the middle-aged woman had to resist her wishes, because Grisel who had lied and did not want to have children from the beginning.

“Already, you don't think about it anymore. Let the Lord decide whether you are given offspring or not, the most important thing is that you eat a lot and do not think much.” Anisa smiled warmly at Grisel, even adding a side dish to her daughter-in-law's plate to pay attention.

Although Anisa feels disappointed, but not necessarily make her angry or force it. Anisa and her husband—Harun, aware that not all things they can get easily, especially if it is about offspring, because only God can give and they can only pray to ask.

**

“What bathroom moved to third floor?” Zayn knew that Farzan was not going to the bathroom, so he followed and found his cousin's brother on the third floor balcony.

Farzan turned his head when he heard Zayn's voice, and then smiled bitterly because he had guessed that his cousin's sister would surely mop up his life that there was no happiness at all.

“Do you want to come here?” asked Farzan in a faint voice.

Farzan looked back at the backyard of his parents' house, both hands resting on the edge of the balcony guardrail, enjoying a dark night with a heart so dark.

“What now you regret?” ask Zayn who of course contains a satirical tone.

“I don't know what you mean?” Farzan refused to be sensitive to Zayn's remarks.

Zayn chipped, turned around and now his waist was leaning against the balcony guardrail.

“Do not know yes already,” said Zayn. “Only I feel your fate is very bad after choosing Grisel. I don't know what the term is, but obviously you have already thrown away the gems and picked up the trash, don't you think?”

Zayn smiled slanted, clearly insinuating his older cousin.

“Ck .. If what you mean is Joya, why don't you pick up the gem?” Of course Farzan won't easily admit the regret of taking Joya off when they were in college.

“Hope, dear he already has the owner,” said Zayn, glancing at the silent Farzan and still staring down. “May you not meet Joya, or your heart will instantly turn one hundred and eighty degrees from Grisel to Joya.”

Zayn patted Farzan on the shoulder, before leaving his older cousin behind.

Farzan clenched his palms so tightly after Zayn left. Not not wanting to see Joya's face or not wanting to know how her ex's life was. However, he remembered the words of Joya who did not want to see him again, making Farzan try to avoid even though he had accidentally seen his former lover.

“What was your prayer then, was actually a curse to me.” Farzan smiled bitterly, shaking his head as if denying the passing thought, even though it was true.

**

“What do you mean permission to the restroom but go very long, huh? You purposely cornered me with the discussion of babies with your family!” Grisel was so angry when the two of them got home. He slammed the bag onto the floor when he reached the living room. His eyes were fiery, for him no matter what Farzan did was right.

“I'm just looking for fresh air,” said Farzan casually. As if indifferent and intent on directly going upstairs.

“You intentionally! You purposely gave me the answer to why I am not pregnant!” Grisel was still dissatisfied with Farzan's reply, holding the man's arm and preventing the husband from climbing the stairs.

Farzan was tired of being patient, until he unconsciously brushed Grisel's hand until it slipped from his arm.

Grisel was shocked when Farzan brushed his hand away, staring at the husband with his eyes wide.

“Didn't you not want to get pregnant, you should also explain to them why. I've given you everything, more than enough compared to your income as a model. But what did you give me? You let me down by taking a decision that I totally disagree with!” Farzan stared intently at Grisel's eyes, although his voice was not so loud, but every word was able to make the blood on the wife's body boil.

Grisel increasingly did not accept if Farzan brought up the problem of his dreams, not all this time the man also never disputed what he wanted.

“What do you really want to say if you regret choosing me, huh? Or maybe you are really sorry and want to go back with Joya! Say it! Tell me it's true!” shouted Grisel who was easily provoked by emotions. He held onto both of Farzan's arms then shook the man's body.

Farzan was so infuriated with Grisel that for a second he had no regrets or thought of turning away. However, Grisel's accusation finally made Farzan so angry, he was no longer able to face the woman. He once again brushed aside even threw out Grisel's two hands, making the woman round her wide eyeballs in disbelief.

“Yes, all your accusations are true! If I can go back in time, then I want to choose Joya instead of being persuaded by your seduction! I'm tired of all these unsubstantiated accusations from you! I'm tired of your ego not thinking of me as your husband at all. If like this continues, maybe parting is the best way!” hardik Farzan, speaking while pointing at his wife's face.

Farzan stared intently at Grisel, hoping that his wife would come to her senses and appreciate him. All that is said is not entirely true, only to bluff that the wife is also aware that what has been done so far is wrong, aware that she also has a limit of patience.

“Oh .. so you admit if you're actually sorry you chose me, huh!” Instead of being aware of her mistake as a wife, Grisel became convinced that Farzan wanted to turn away from her.

Farzan was really tired and inexhaustible, even speaking well and rudely, unable to resuscitate Grisel from mistakes.

“Better we part for a while, if we continue together, there will only be endless quarrels at all times. I hope you want to reflect on the problems that exist between us.” Finally Farzan chose to walk to the door, about to leave and give Grisel time to think.

Grisel again felt furious, for him all the quarrel between himself and Farzan is not because of baby problems. More precisely Grisel is still jealous of Joya who actually has nothing to do with their problems, for her husband still can not forget the ex-lover who was released because of forced.

“Look at it, I will definitely make Joya suffer and you regret having admitted if you still expect it!” grisel who then pushed a vase of flowers on a small table near the stairs, to fall hit the floor and shapeless.