A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Chapter 46

The smell of jasmine flowers pierced Indra, the wind felt a greeting. Now I and the others are standing in front of a mound of dirt that is still wet, sticky, and yellowish in color. My husband was always loyal to be beside me, occasionally he stroked my back, stroked the tops of my head and also hugged my body. Ah ... My husband is the best. While three people sat crouching in front of the mound of land while sobbing, crying bitterly.

''Dad .... Huhuhu, I'm sorry. May you be calm in the new nature. I will always remember Dad's trust.'' Mas Setya, my ex-husband from that time on continued to cry incessantly, perhaps he had come to his senses and regretted all the mistakes he had made in his past. While his sister and mother just kept quiet with a sobbing that occasionally sounded. Yes, Father-in-law, Grandfather of my Son has passed away, he breathed his last at my wedding, with the sweet smile he showed me and said, ''Father can now leave quietly Hanifa. You have found the right match, Setya has apologized to you and you have forgiven him too. Setya ... It's already! Stop your madness, take care of your new wife, take care of your Mother and Sister. And don't give up on persuading Arif to forgive you. Dad tipped them off. Be a real man after this, son.'' that's the message. Then the slightly reddish eyes slowly closed and did not move anymore.

The invited guests stared at Father's departure with their faces looking sad. After that, he was rushed to the hospital. And I, continue the party that goes on with a heart that feels troubled, guests are still at the coming. I put on a smile as sweet as possible to greet them. They are relatives of Mas Malik and his co-workers. I don't want to disappoint my husband.

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Plesbacks.

Mas Setya walked in Mas Abdillah's footsteps from behind with his head lowered, beside him a young woman who had a beautiful face also followed Mas Abdillah's steps. When I arrived before me, Father and the others, Mas Setya stood frozen, his disheveled face looking pale. I am really concerned to see his current condition. This is the first time I've seen Mas Setya look this sad, I barely recognize his figure. For six years living with me, I always tried to be a good wife to her. Always pay attention to the appearance and prepare clean and neat clothes for him. But now .... Oh, come on, I don't want to remember anymore.

Then after that, Mas Setya dropped his body right at my feet and my son, he lowered his head and said.

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry Hanifa. Arif I'm sorry. Really sorry. Sorry ... Hiks.'' Mas Setya crouched right at my feet, I pulled a step back. Father and the others stared at haru. So did Arif, he also rewinded his tiny body.

''Mas.'' My whisper was right in my husband's ear. I feel bad for Mas Malik with the situation that happened unexpectedly.

''Forgive me, darling. I know you're a good woman, and I don't mind. Now behold, he has already received the recompense of his deeds. He had also regretted it.'' reply Mas Malik lirih. I nodded my head, then said.

''Stand up, I have forgiven you Mas Setya.''

''Really?'' he looked up.

''Yes.'' he smiled stiffly. After that he turned to look at Arif.

''Griff, it's Dad, son. I'm sorry, yeah.''

''No way!'' Arif said in a loud voice.

''Dad apologize Dear ....'' Setya reached for Arif's hand.

''No!'' Arif brushed off Mas Setya's hand and ran through the gathered guests. My son went into the house. Hamidah Tea and Mas Abdillah quickly chased after him.

After that it was unexpected that suddenly Dad fell, his breath looked tight, Mas Yusuf who also watched swiftly welcomed the old body of Dad. Followed by Setya. Hellen and his mother screamed at Dad. Then after that after delivering a little message, Dad closed his eyes, Mas Yusuf checked his pulse and declared Dad was lifeless.

At night, Mas Malik with a smiley face knot approached me who had just finished folding the face. We just finished praying together. I sit on the edge of the bed.

''Still strong?'' ask her while tidying up my hair, pinning my hair behind my ears. Which makes me misbehave.

''Then be prepared, darling. Let's go to your hometown. We come to visit Setya's father's house said Mas Malik who made my forehead wrinkled. I guess she'll be doing the wedding night ritual soon.

''Yes dear.'' My reply. Then I took the robe, hijab and other necessities. After that we walked downstairs and said goodbye to Mama. I went to the village with Mas Abdillah, Arif, Teh Hamidah and my husband.

***

After the funeral of Mas Setya's father. Me and the others stopped by my Father and Mother's grave, not to be left behind by my Grandmother and Grandpa's graves either. It's been a long time since I've visited their graves. Because of the limitations of the economy first, making everything difficult so that I can never go home because there is no money for the cost of riding the Bus.

I pluck out the grass plan that thrives, followed by Arif and the others. As soon as it was clean we read the prayers there.

''Papa gendong.'' pinta Arif when we want to go home. We did walk to the cemetery, because it was a good distance away from home. Mas Malik carried Arif's body with a sweet smiling face, he and Arif chattered funny. I am glad to see their relationship so close. We walked together, the countryside was very cool, I was happy to be back in my hometown. Where I was born and raised.

At night, Mas Malik and I were going to sleep in a very narrow room. The room which was my room first, this house has indeed been renovated by Mas Abdillah, in the renovation to be better but not bigger. The size is still the same as before.

''Mas .... Sorry, yes, you must not be comfortable sleeping in this house.'' I said slowly. If I'm okay I should sleep anywhere, but if Mas Malik ... He will get used to living in luxury from childhood.

''Who said? I'm comfortable with you, honey.'' Mas Malik said softly with a soft tone. He and I sat at the end of the bed. Malik took off his shirt.

''What do you think, darling?'' I'm a little nervous. I gulped at Mas Malik who was without clothes. My husband looks so handsome, his sixpack belly is so seductive. However I am a normal woman, I can't lie to myself by saying that if I'm not interested, my husband is really handsome.

''Hot yangg.'' he replied with a small smile.

''Hm ... No, you're not comfortable.''

''No.'' Malik approached me, then he touched the top of my head, I saw his mouth, his mouth twitching prayers. After that I felt my heart racing fast. As Malik drew his face closer to mine, we looked at each other. I closed my eyes, not long after that I felt a soft touch have landed on my lips. I enjoyed every touch that Mas Malik gave me, he treated me so gently and carefully. The longer the kiss*nnnnnya the deeper, lid*h Mas Malik playing around in my mouth. Malik is like he has experience. Thought. Because honestly, I don't know everything about my husband. But even so, I will always love and trust my husband. Because, massalu should be forgotten and made a lesson. And now enjoy and be grateful that there is and always improve yourself to become a better person again in the future.

When Mas Malik and I were already on the bed, suddenly there was a small knock on the door.

''Mommy, Papa ... Open the door, I'll sleep with you guys.''

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Finishes.

Uh ... How's it? Finish what?