Asiyah End Times
I'm More Eligible

It's raining tonight. It was cold outside the house.

Asiyah read the Qur'an in her room, sat down on her bed, resting her legs. With the back resting on the mattress cot.

Mr. Jendi came home early.

Suddenly Mr. Jendi came. Calling Asiyah.

"Honey. sayangg.." as he walked into the room.

Asiyah, who was surprised by the call, immediately stood up to her husband who had just entered through the door of their room. Place the Quran first on a small table next to the mattress. Asiyah was now standing in front of Pak Jendi. Right in front of his body.

Joints stared at Asiyah from the tip of her foot, to the end of her head. "Darling, the more I see, you're getting ugly, just look, my friends you just met, beautiful, very diligent to bathe themselves," said Mr. Jendi to Asiyah. Nyerocos. Without a burden on his heart to speak like that to his wife. Comparing it with other women.

At once Asiyah raised her arms left and right. Seen it. "It's so dull my skin, it's been a long time no treatment to the salon" whispered little Asiyah.

"Try here, look in front of the mirror," Mr. Jendi pulled one of Asiyah's hands. Dragging her to be in front of their room makeup mirror.

"It's so ugly your face, so different from the faces of my friends earlier, you want to see the picture? nihh here look, just now Abang exhausted their same photos at the cafe," continued Mr. Jendi with his nagging. He showed me pictures of him with his female friends at the cafe.

Asiyah just kept quiet. Want to cry it feels. Didn't you realize Mr. Jendi that Asiyah was never given any more monthly money by him?

"Abanggung, which woman does not want to bathe? Especially to make it look pleasant to her husband's view. But did you forget, you never gave me any more monthly money?" said Asiyah gently.

Still holding back the crying. Asiyah felt very sad about her situation. Her husband's attitude really hurt her. Asiyah immediately turned her face away from in front of Pak Jendi. Secretly Asiyah rubbed both of her cheeks with her right hand. Those tears can't be contained.

Asiyah released the face that was still attached to her body. Then back to the bed.

Mr. Joints to the bathroom. Cleaned his body after coming home from a lot of work outside the house earlier. Asiyah's words seemed to have a little effect on her brain. Mr. Jendi was instantly speechless hearing that remark.

Asiyah pretended to be asleep. Lying facing the opposite direction from her husband's bed. So that his silent cry is not discovered later by Mr. Jendi.

Tomorrow's sun has shone.

The events of last night passed again.

Today, Mr. Sendi invited Asiyah to go see Mama. Just walk.

A short trip. Because Mama's house is not far from their residence.

"Assalamu'alaykum" said Asiyah when she was at the door of Mama's house.

Many times the greeting was said. Until finally the figure of a woman in her 50s came out of the house. It looks gaul. Looks like she went to the salon to take care of herself. Also like socialite mothers who reject the old. Her hair is reddish. Fashionable style. Like a young man. It is very different from Asiyah.

Asiyah brought brownies to Mama and her sister-in-law.

Take a leisurely walk this afternoon. Play to the house of in-laws.

Sit in the garden behind their house. While eating the brownies brought by Asiyah earlier. Mama and I face the pool.

"Where? Any sign yet?" mama asked Asiyah who was sitting in front of her. The face looked a little firm.

"Hhmmm.hmm not yet Ma," replied Asiyah slowly. Loth.

"Must getol dong yaa," press Mama.

"You dong who has to be more hard work, if Joints are not working, busy him, huh?" clarify Mama.

"Yeah Ma," Asiyah replied gently but pressed down.

"This is why again, your face, your appearance, so this is it? Don't be lazy to the salon yaa, don't want to lose to Mama, pity Jendi, have a wife who is lazy like this, eeehh out there teasing a lot of loh, where you don't have children, where you don't have children yet, your husband will be taken by someone" Mama looks a little angry.

Asiyah just kept quiet. His heartache. All the mistakes are as if Asiyah is the source. As if useless.

The joint that had just approached Asiyah and Mama, said, "Hhaayy, what is this Ma? Seriously it seemed," as his hand took a piece of cake on the table and ate it. Sit next to Mama.

"Joint, please dong be told to your wife. Don't be so-so housewives, so lazy it seems," Mama looks jutek.

"How is this going? Mama can't wait to carry your grandchild," Mama looks upset, and also sad. Glanced sharply a few seconds towards Asiyah.

Asiyah just bowed silently looking at Mama's gaze.

His arrival this time felt very different. Asiyah felt like a stranger in their midst.

The situation felt very changed when Asiyah decided to stop working and focus on her pregnancy program.

It turns out there is a point people say, that money can change everything. Turning someone who used to look very good, is now someone who can't appreciate others.

How else. Asiyah had already made a deal with her husband to temporarily stop her career in order to get her baby. But Asiyah really did not expect the impact would be very strong influence on her social relationships.

Don't you know about our current situation? Does his sister not know either? Our economy is so much slumped, that I was not given a monthly ration again by my husband?

Asiyah and Pak Sendi returned to their house in a cold state. Asiyah felt increasingly foreign to her husband after the clash happened repeatedly on her. Now her father-in-law, too, treats Asiyah improperly as a daughter-in-law. His attitude is so painful.

Tonight in bed. Asiyah wanted to try talking about this to her husband. About the strange attitude of Mr. Jendi on him.

"Don't you?"

"Hhhhmmm.."

"May Asiyah ask you something?"

"Hhhmmm, yes, just go ahead."

"Absolving Asiyah Bang."

"Why?"

"It looks like Asiyah has to work again Bang, let this pregnancy problem go on over time," explained Asiyah. Slowly. Slowly.

Pak Jendi turned her body towards Asiyah. What they had been talking behind their backs, was now facing each other.

"Asiyah needs Bang's money, for Asiyah to take care of herself again, doesn't Asiyah already look very ugly in the eyes of Brother and also Mama?" connect Asiyah.

"If indeed the monthly allowance for Asiyah is no longer from Abang, then let Asiyah seek it herself by endeavoring out there Bang," Asiyah pleaded. She stared at her husband's face for a moment, then lowered her gaze again.

Asiyah has resigned to the situation. Didn't want to ask her husband about that personal living, even though he had the right. They do not want to ask about their household finances even though financial transparency is needed to foster trust.

Although Asiyah knows. Her mother and sister-in-law still had fun using her husband's property. Asiyah was much more entitled to the property to meet her needs. Asiyah understood this very well.