Women of Choice
Women Grasping Patience
"Oh my goodness ... Yunda! This house what an empty warehouse, anyway, kok, you let random skinks like a ship broke like this. Dust is thick like this. Never been swept, huh? And you've been sitting at home all this time, why, huh?!" The sound of Uwa Rukmini blaring almost filled the large room.
"Have been given a free ride like this do not even know themselves!" Uwa Rukmini who was being overwhelmed with overflowing emotions continued to berate and intimidate a young mother named Yunda who was holding her baby ball.
Hearing the scuffles and poisons that were directly and blatantly pointed at him made the 25-year-old woman only able to be silent and silent while standing still.
In his heart he was eager to answer and explain with what really happened. But, the one with Yunda's lips suddenly became mute as if unable to let out a word.
The young mother tried to reduce the turmoil of the heart that felt painful mixed with shame because there was not only herself with Uwa Rukmini, only, two neighbors were also in the room.
A few days before. It rained so heavily almost a day a night without pause. So that the house occupied by Yunda was flooded because the river behind the house overflowed. The water went into almost the entire room from the front to the kitchen in the back.
Farhan, the husband then took Yunda and his son temporarily to evacuate to the house of Farhan's parents located in the next village.
At the house of the in-laws, Yunda was sleeping Ifa, the baby whose body temperature was suddenly high. Automatic can not be left even if only to the bathroom for a while. Ifa would cry and whine to call her mother.
Yunda's phone that was just placed on the room table rang loudly. The woman quickly grabbed and stomped the answer button hoping that the noise from the phone did not bother Ifa who seemed to have started closing her eyes.
"Yunda, you're home, aren't you? I'm going home tomorrow. You prepare a room for me to rest later!" The voice of the woman around 60 years old was directly poking Yunda without saying hello first.
"I, yes, Wa. Insya Allah I clean first," said Yunda stammered as he was surprised to get a phone call that turned out from Wa Rukmini, Uwanya Farhan.
Not had time to continue the sentence phone connection closed one-sidedly from the opposite direction making Yunda so stunned to feel bad about the attitude of the woman aged more than half a century.
For a moment Yunda looked at her sleeping daughter. The woman then lifted her body slowly from the bed so as not to cause a creaking sound from the wooden couch and then tiptoed carefully hoping that Ifa was not disturbed by the action.
Yunda set foot forward looking for the whereabouts of the husband to deliver the news just now if his wife wants to go home which is now being occupied by Yunda and Farhan.
The 28-year-old man was sitting on a terrace chair accompanied by a black cup of coffee placed on a small table. Yunda then approached with a mobile phone still in his grasp. Without further ado, he delivered the words of Uwa Rukmini who will be home tomorrow.
"Hayu, Dad, we go home now! Let's go, mop up and clean up the house before Uwa Rukmini tomorrow comes," Yunda asked later. His heart felt racing imagining if uwa Rukmini arrived the state of the house had not been cleaned especially yesterday was submerged in flood. I can't imagine what dirty it is.
"Not now. Lagian Ifa is also sick again may not be left to clean up the house," farhan replied casually without being able to feel the fear and worry of the wife because the house was left in a dirty state after the rain came into the house.
"But, Mas ... I fear. I don't want to get into that nagging uwakmu if we make a deliberate mistake like this. Unintentional mistakes are always looking for anything else like this." Yunda tried to vent her heart hoping that her husband would understand.
"Keep, all right, don't be nervous like that. Later Mas will explain to Uwa Rukmini," sangkal Farhan regardless of the feelings of the wife who is increasingly concerned with what he will receive from Uwa Rukmini who indeed since the first meeting with Yunda has shown an attitude of dislike to him.
Sure enough, there had not been ten minutes he had left. Ifa's voice from inside the room had started to cry hysterically while calling Yunda, "Mama, Mama .... !"
Yunda dashed towards the room. Then again try to give ASI hope Ifa can return subsided from her crying.
***
Yunda was struggling with a pile of laundry dishes in the kitchen of Ms. Susi, her father-in-law. Faint he heard his name touted with an unsightly tone.
"Yes, tuh, the Yunda is outrageous. I was unemployed only at the slacker house again. I see most of the doang. Children sleep instead of cleaning the house even follow the brushes." The consecutive words uttered by Bu Susi just succeeded in making Yunda's chest overlaid by a large chunk of stone. Stuffy.
His hand was still trying to hold tightly to the plate of the shard that was still covered in foam so as not to fall.
However, no matter how hard the woman tried to strengthen her heart to stay calm and be able to finish the job as well as possible, but it can not be lied to if his soul lately often feel shaken because it often gets pressure from various directions as if he was just a lump of bone wrapped in thin flesh that is not worth to be appreciated and guarded his feelings. That's how Yunda felt.
The economic situation in his new household as long as corn seemed to backfire for people around, especially in the eyes of the husband's family.
"That is looking for sustenance only next to the doang, which is able to live enough let alone have children style-pakein pake diapers mgong." So that Silvi's eldest brother Farhan once said to Yunda saw his sister's wife was not working and could not make money like most young mothers in the village.
It seems like good destiny is still reluctant to side with Yunda. The pocket he tried to hang on the nail that was just above the sink suddenly missed and fell so that it hit the glass placed on the edge of the ceramic dishwasher and then made a noise due to the impact the shard was slammed and smashed on the kitchen floor.
"Yund ... ! My things went out a long time ago with you. What do you want to change, huh?" Susi was already standing in the kitchen doorway with a look that made Yunda tremble.
***
"Mas, I'm sorry, Yun, because Mas has not been able to give a decent life, you finally have to accept the unpleasant attitude of the Mas family itself," said Farhan as he clasped Yunda's fingers while the two were in the room.
Yunda just fell silent without a word. The woman cannot blame her husband or anyone for her current situation. All he is capable of is trying to increase his patience in order to live and get through the episodes of life that he must pass. With the hope that someday he and his small family will find happiness.
There was no grudge in Yunda's heart, for the gentle woman always remembered with a fragment of a Quran he had heard from a ustaz who sounded:
It means: "And if you retaliate, then respond with (reply) equal to the torment inflicted upon you. But if you are patient, it is better for the patient."(QS.An-Nahl verse:126)
Yunda was only able to complain of all his grief and heart in one third of the night. Because only in that way his soul can still feel calm and peaceful even though the storm from various directions hit him.
