A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
I want to meet Hanifa

After the departure of Hanifa's entourage, Siska immediately walked slightly tergopoh towards the room.

''Where are you going?'' asked the in-laws sounding sniffling.

''I-I'm going to go to the room for a second, ma'am.''

''Alright. Long time is okay too.'' Setya's mother smiled cynically after saying that, as she did not want Siska to sit down to join them. Then he saw a thick envelope held by Setya. The three of them then sat together on the sofa of the family room, they counted the amount of money that was not small. Hellen and his mother were delighted to see a red currency bill given by Abdillah.

''Remember! This money is Abdillah's love for Dad's tahlilan, Mom. Don't be misused, yes.'' said Setya.

''Yes, I know. The rest is okay to hold Mom and Hellen.'' Setya's mother smiled meaningfully at the money.

''Alright. Here, use it well, yes, ma'am.'' Setya's message. Then he handed all the money to his mother. His mother took it with a big smile.

''Yes Setya. You can talk to anyone!'' Setya's mother protested a little. He doesn't like anyone to set him up. Including his own son. He and Hellen seemed to be fine after the death of the head of the family. They just feel a little sad. But money is still number one for them.

***

Arriving in the room, Siska closed the door quickly and locked it from the inside. He walked over, sat on the bedside, and opened the white envelope Hanifa had given him without the knowledge of her in-laws, brother-in-law and husband.

''Alhamdulillah.'' said Siska holding the money gratefully.

''It's been a long time since I've held this kind of money. Let alone holding this much, holding a single sheet no longer ever since I married Mas Setya.'' murmured Siska shriek. In his hand were ten pieces of pink money. Then he put the money back in the envelope. He kept it in a medium-sized purse under the folds of his clothes.

''Don't let Mas Setya and the others know about this money. They could take it from me. This money let me keep it to myself, as Hanifa said. O Allah, it turns out that Mas Setya's ex-wife besides being beautiful she is also very kind.'' said Siska lirih. His intention to leave Setya failed miserably. Now Setya even brought him to Setya's hometown. It was harder for Siska to leave Setya. Because he doesn't know the way home. The steps are getting limited. As Siska was daydreaming, suddenly there was a sound of the door being knocked from outside. Siska opened it fast.

''Mas.'' said Siska. Then let Setya in.

''Why are you doing it? Why did you lock the door from the inside?'' setya asked suspiciously. Siska sat at the end of the bed and sat down beside her husband.

''I'm-i'm ... I just fell asleep, Mas.''

''You're okay, right, Deck?'' setya asked because he saw Siska's slightly pale face. He stroked the wife's slightly thin cheek.

''No.''

''Why are your clothes so shabby? Is there nothing better than this?'' ask Setya again. He stared fixedly at the appearance of the wife who according to him was very unpleasant in view.

''This is a negligence at Mother's love last night, there are some negligee like this at Mother's love, I've stored it in the closet. You'll know for yourself I brought my clothes here no matter how much. There are only two clothes, explained Siska.

''I love you ugly negligee like this anyway. It's like a used negligee isn't worth using.''

''It's okay, Mas. The important thing is that it can still be worn.''

''Sorry, yes, Deck. Because until now Mas still can not make you happy.''

''It's okay.''

''Mas will try after this. Mas will find a job in order to buy a good negligee and clothes for you.'' said Setya earnestly, Siska was moved to hear the good intentions of the husband.

Siska and Setya hugged each other. But suddenly the voice of the in-laws could be heard shouting again to Siska.

''Siska ....''

''Siska!''

''Mas, I came out first, yes.'' Siska's face changed pias. He stood up quickly.

''Yes.''

Siska walked with wide footsteps approaching the in-laws. Setya shook his head to hear the mother's shrill voice calling his wife. He said the mother had no respect for the existence of his wife and himself.

"What's up, Mom?'' siska asked as soon as she arrived in front of the in-laws.

''Wash clean.'' said Hellen.

"And let no one be scuffed.'' said Setya's mother again.

''Yes.'' Siska was only able to nod.

''As for you, I will continue to give you unrelenting work as long as you are in this house, until you are tired and give up, until you leave Setya by yourself. Because of you I lost a rich daughter-in-law like Arumi.''s inner mother Setya smiled cynically. Then he and Hellen passed from before Siska who kept his head down. They walk so hard.

After the departure of the in-laws, Arumi soaked all the dirty clothes with a heavy heart and feel miserable.

''Dek, let Mas help.'' Setya followed Siska to the bathroom. He could also hear what his mother had ordered to his wife.

''But Mas ...''

''It's all right. Help me, yes. Let me learn to be a good husband. I don't want any more regrets in my life.'' Siska nodded at the husband's words. After that, they collaborated to wash the clothes of Hellen and his mother.

''The same weight shouldered, the same lightness in the jinjing. They will always be there for you. God willing we will always be together.'' said Setya on the sidelines washing.

''Thank you, Mas.'' Siska smiled widely. Instantly his annoyance and fatigue evaporated just looking at the gentle attitude of the husband.

***

In a different place a young woman was sitting on a luxurious sofa in the living room of the Hanifa house. In front of him sat Malik's mother.

''Yeah, what do you need, huh? And who are you?'' mama Malik asked with her elegant style.

''Introduce, my name is Arumi, Auntie.'' Mama Malik nodded lightly while smiling silently at Arumi's words.

''I came here to meet Hanifa.'' said Arumi politely. Yesterday he saw on one of the broadcast television stations that was airing the wedding of Hanifa and Malik. From there he knew where Hanifa's address was now. His intention to meet Hanifa was to apologize for his past mistakes. As promised at that time.

''You are a friend of my daughter-in-law?'' look at Mama Malik, because he does not know the figure of Arumi.

''Em ... Uh, yes, Aunt.'' Arumi's a little lying.

''Sorry, yes, Son Arumi. Hanifa and the others were returning home. He is not home now.''

''Mm ... Village home?'' arumi's eyes narrowed.

''Yes. They joined the service, Grandpa Arif died yesterday.''

''You mean the father of Setya? Hanifa's ex-husband died?'' ask Arumi to make sure. He was a little surprised to hear the unexpected sad news. Because it was yesterday when on television there was no broadcast about the death of Setya's father.

''Yes. Nak Arumi also knew Setya?''

''Yes, I know Auntie.''

''Oh ... But, now that Hanifa and the others were on their way, soon they would be home soon. If you want to wait here.''

''No need, Auntie. I better go home first. Tomorrow I'll be here again to see Hanifa.''

''Oh, yes, yes already. Later Aunty will convey to Hanifa.''

''Yes, Tan. Excuse me, yes.''

''Yes.''

Arumi walked to her car. ''Innaillahiwainnailbornrojiun. I didn't expect it to turn out that Dad left so quickly.'' Inner Arumi was monologous. Then he drove his four-wheeled vehicle at medium speed.

Seriate.