A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Pov Rian's

When a man (husband) who has a son married a woman (wife) who has a daughter, he said, then the husband's son may marry the wife's daughter (his stepbrother)." (Yahya bin Sharaf An-Nawawi, A-Majmu’ Syarhul Muhadzdzab, [Cairo, Darul Hadith: 2010], juz XVI, page 495)"

In essence, the law of marrying a half-brother is not haram alias allowed. According to Imam An-Nawawi, this is because there is no relationship between half-brothers.

Although in Indonesia marrying a half-brother is considered unusual, in Islam it is not prohibited.

***

Meetings and introductions were so short, all seemed rushed. Because of Mama's coercion and Papa's request, up to now I and Intan have officially become a couple, husband and wife the strangest in my opinion. Because I have not yet recognized what the nature and character of Intan really is. As well as himself, he must also not recognize what I am like.

Stiffness and awkwardness happened every night when Intan and I were in the same room. Even though we didn't sleep in bed, but a room with a woman who still felt so foreign made me really uncomfortable. I felt like I wanted to just disappear, move into my old room at Mama's house, then sleep soundly without the shadow of Intan's face.

The marriage of Intan and I in the title is so simple, there are only a couple of men and a few witnesses. There was no reception and no big party, because we got married without love. And it seems like our marriage will continue to run with rigidity, until tomorrow there really is someone who gives up and goes looking for another happiness. Whether it's Intan or I choose to go. Now, the marriage that Intan and I had was only at the request of a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man who couldn't live any longer because of a cancer that gnawed at his brain, just like his late wife, Mama Intan also died of a deadly malignant disease. Either I have to be happy or sad with the illness they are suffering from, but I obviously feel normal.

***

At eleven in the evening, I stared at the circular watch on my wrist. I got out of the car I had parked in the garage, walked slowly into a house that was so quiet, quiet. The servants who were not too many seemed to have rested in their respective rooms, preparing energy to return to work tomorrow morning.

As I passed through the living room in a dim light, suddenly a voice managed to shock me, stopping my footsteps.

''Mas, just got home?'' I gasped, turning to the origin of the sound, there seemed Intan sitting on the sofa while yawning widely. She was wearing sexy, transparent pajamas, making me unable to stare at her for long.

''What are you doing here?'' tanya I was still in the original position, standing not far from Intan. Staring at Intan at a glance with a frown.

''I'm waiting for you, Mom. You why didn't you pick up my call?'' Intan walked up to me, took my hand, then kissed the back of my hand. I can only shake to see it. He pretended to act like a sholehah's wife, what exactly did he expect from this marriage? Can he be ordinary, worthy of a stranger. Honestly, I'm really sick of seeing her pretentious face, the face that stole Papa from me, the woman who got her complete affection from Papa, while I? Ah .... So annoying. It wasn't easy for me to pretend to be nice to Intan after what he and his mother had done.

''Where have you been, Mom?''

''I'm very worried about you.''

''Have you eaten yet?'' intan asked, he followed my steps, I went upstairs to go into the room.

''I've warmed food for you.''

''Mas.''

''What the hell? Can you be quiet?'' I said a little snapping. Intan and I stood facing each other.

"I just want to learn to be a good wife, Mas. All this I did at the request of Papa and the late Mama.'' Intan's eyes look glazed.

''Come on, don't be so good-natured, Intan! The two people you mentioned earlier were not good people. They're criminals, traitors!'' lantang. After that I went into the room leaving Intan who was silent fixated. I slammed the door a bit until I made a noise.

Upon arrival in the room, I immediately changed into formal clothes in a sleeping pajama suit. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. After that I lay myself on the bed. I close my eyes, hoping I can sleep well tonight. For the prayers of Magrib and Isya, I had the same congregation prayers Om Andra and Aunt Ainun.

''Have a good sleep, Mom. Hiks ..'' he said with a trembling voice accompanied by a small sob. After that I heard with a sneak Intan up to the bed.

***

The next morning, Intan and I had breakfast in silence. While eating, I occasionally stole a glance at Intan, I saw, his eyes slightly puffy. Intan was also ready with her office clothes, just like me. There was guilt when I looked at Intan's face, but when I felt guilt and pity, I quickly banished that feeling by remembering what Mama had done to my Mama.

''Later, during the break we go Papa yuk's beard ..'' said Intan slowly as we had finished our meal.

''I was busy today.'' My reply then passed from before him.

''I hope you don't feel sorry for Mas after Papa really left this world.'' said Intan loudly. While I was, my steps had stopped as he said that, without looking back at him, after which I actually left Intan.

***

"How can I repay my heartache? Intan seems like a tough woman, she is not a type of woman who gives up easily. Sooner or later, I have to end the marriage between me and her. Not long after that someone sounded while knocking on the door from the outside, I said to have the owner of the voice come in.

''Include.''

The door of my room opened, and a young woman dressed a little sexy came in. With a tight skirt above the knee, a shirt top wrapped in a suit.

''Sir, here are some files that you must sign, Mr. Abdillah is still not entered.'' said the woman smiled knot while handing over some files.

''Alright Vira.'' My reply.

''Are you all right?''

''Of course.''

''But I see the eyes of the Father a little differently, Father like sleep deprivation.''

''Hmm, can you.'' reply me again. Vira and I looked at each other for a long time. Vira is my private secretary. I know, he's always been trying to get my attention, but I'm not interested at all. But today?

Ah, I have an idea, how if I approach Vira, by making her my lover, it might make Intan further away from me.

Seriate.

Turns out Rian still can't make peace with the masses, yes.

What about Intan? Does he really love Rian?