Ballad First Wife
First Trial

“One time you, sister, Elsa is sick. But you?”

“Ra!” Brother Salman interrupted me. But I continued to flirt with my expressions of dissatisfaction.

“You should have accompanied him through his days. Support it.”

“RA!!” Salman's voice is louder. I still don't care about it and keep nyerocos.

“But instead leave him facing pain alone.”

“FIRA!!” Brother Salman made a loud voice while stressing his index finger to my lips. “Can be quiet and listen to me!” Salman leaned his body until our heads were close together. His eyes are blasting. I gulped while nodding.  We're still staring at each other. Brother Salman also still let his index finger press my lips. But the longer it no longer presses, the index finger rubs my lips.

“What hurts?” tanyanya gently. I'm shaking.

“I mean when Andre tried to force you, what was the pain? Your lips are turning blue. What is this wound?” Brother Salman looked at my lips and stroked the part that did feel sore.

“Kak!” I nodded while pulling my head back.

“Sorry. I...” Sayings Brother Salma hangs. He took a breath and sat back down on the sofa. “I didn't divorce Elsa. He demanded divorce. I also don't know why, which is obvious she took care of everything herself without telling me. Not even the court call he gave me. I just found out during the last hearing for the talaq.” reading

“And Brother Salman did not prevent it?Why did you say that talaq, sister?”

“Elsa promised that if I divorced her, she would go to Singapore. And if not, he will let his illness gnaw him to death. Do you think I have a choice?”

I'm down.

Sa, what exactly do you want?

We both kept quiet. Silent.

 “Ra! Wouldn't you rather change all your house keys? I'm afraid Andre will be back.” Salman said breaking the silence.

“Iya Brother. I also think so.”

“Good. Let me take care of it.” Salman then contacted someone and asked the person to come to my house.

“Seat magrib it will come. Later he will replace all the door locks in your house this.”

“Still Brother.”

Salman nodded with a smile. “Ra, may I pray magrib here? The responsibility is to go back to the hotel. After all, the person who will change your house keys will also come. You definitely need me, right?” Brother Salman raised his eyebrows.

“Alright brother. Want to pray at home what in the mosque?”

“At mosque only.” Answer to Salman.

I remember Alan staying over and refusing to pray at the mosque for fear of being discovered by my residents. But Salman instead chose to pray in the mosque.

“Let's ask a citizen, sister answer what?” my pancake wants to know.

“What's it about?” Salman asked back.

“Yes, maybe there will be residents who ask, right the new brother in the mosque. Someone will ask.”

“Say a traveler.” Said Salman lightly.

I laughed softly. People never run out of sense.

“You're beautiful when you laugh Ra.” Said Salman praising me. My face immediately warmed up. I'm down.

“Ya already.I am ready to go to the mosque yes. Far no?” brother Salman asked as he stood when he heard Tarkim's voice.

“Ngak. Brother Salman just turn right after coming out of this house then straight and turn left. Or just follow the fathers who went to the mosque.”

“That's easier. I'm leaving ya , baby.” Salman blinked one eye before coming out. “Assalamualaikum.” Greetings when you come out of the gate.

“Basic.” Omelcu. But my lips are smiling.

I felt my chest pounding. It was different with Alan. Is it true that I still love Brother Salman even though we have not met for nearly fourteen years?

It may just be an old memory.

I went in and prepared to pray because Adzan was already reverberating.

After the prayer, I went to the kitchen and checked the fridge for what I could cook because Ryan would soon be delivered by my brother. He must be hungry. And again there is Salman. He must not have had dinner either.

I started cooking what I found in the fridge. I was so absorbed in the kitchen, I was not aware of the arrival of Brother Salman.

“What are the stakes?It's delicious aroma.” Brother Salman is suddenly standing behind me making me shocked.

“Kak! You surprised me.”

“Hehehehe.” Salman is even chuckling. “What cooking?” Salman asked again.

“Favorings Ryan.” My answer.

“Sayang.You didn't cook my favorite.” Salman put on a sad face. He stood up and leaned his butt on the edge of the table near me who was cutting vegetables.

“I know what Salman's favorite is?” my answer.

“Ask dong!” reply Brother Salman.

I glanced at him,”Kak Salman likes what?”

“I like you.” Reply telak.

“Augh.” I was shocked to accidentally slice my finger.

“Why?” Salman immediately grabbed my hand. I imagine he'll suck my blood with his mouth like in the movies I watch. Apparently not. He pulled me to the sink and squeezed my wound until the blood came out and cleaned it with a tissue.

“Other times be careful!” brother Salman said with regret.

“Other times don't tease me when I cook.” My answer.

Salman turned his head and looked at me intensely. “What does that mean next time we are together in the kitchen like now Ra?” whispered. His hand that cleaned my finger is now squeezing my hand.

“Kak.” I pulled my hand and stayed away from Salman. “I want to find plaster first.”

Without waiting for Brother Salman's answer I rushed to the room to look for plaster because my fingers started to feel sore. I deliberately linger in the room to arrange my heartbeat. After feeling ready to face Brother Salman again, I just came out.

There are already people outside who will fix my door lock.

“Ra, this is the doorkeeper has arrived.” Said Brother Salman. I'm nodding.

“So's not the one who accompanied them. I want to continue cooking. Afraid the vegetables are too mature.”

Brother Salman has accepted my request. I went back to cooking.

“Om Salman!” ryan's voice called out to Salman. Apparently Rani, the wife of her brother Andre, has come.

“Ra!”call Kak Rani, “Salman?Who is he?” he asked as soon as he reached the kitchen.

“Friends Brother. High School Friend first. His friend Alan is also.” I answered while turning off the stove.

“Kok Ryan is so familiar?”

“Yes is familiar. I remember when I took her to Jakarta. Brother Salman is keeping Ryan there.”

“Oooo.Cakep too. Andre's replacement huh?!” Rani's sister nudged me.

“Apaan anyway.” Reply blushed.

“Sister supports you Ra. Brother also does not like Andre's irresponsible behavior.” Said Brother Rani.

“Mana dare him. Just calm down. Let me talk to the others.” Replied Rani supported me.

“Kak, want dinner with us ?” let me finish preparing dinner at the table.

“Nggak.Fear to disturb your new small family.” Tempta Kak Rani's.

I pinched.

“Duh the blush.”

“Kak, comeolah.”

“Hahaha. Yes.iya. Yes already. I'm pampering. Afraid of kids nagging for late dinner.”

“Still yes brother.”

I'm taking Rani's sister out. We met Brother Salman who was still waiting for the person who changed the door lock of the house. Ryan stood nearby while swaying spoiled on the arm of Brother Salman.

“Budhe go home first huh Ryan!” pamit Kak Rani's. Ryan nodded a little.

“Duh, who can new father, budhe dicuekin.” Said Kak Rani.

“Kak!” my reproach.

Salman just smiled. He then nodded respectfully to Kak Rani when Kak Rani said goodbye.

“I like.” Said Salman after Rani left.

“Like what?” my many.

“The name is for me. New dad. I like.” Brother Salman looks at me affectionately.

I bowed and left him.

“Ryan from now on call me Salman's father.”

 I heard Brother Salman's request to Ryan.

“Ok Om. Uh dad.” Ryan replied cheerfully.

The next day, early in the morning, I was ready to take Ryan to school before leaving to fulfill a religious subpoena.

“Ryan fast son! Later Mommy is late.” I said while tidying up my hijab.

“Iya Mommy.But we go on a ride what bun?” ask Ryan.

Ah yeah. I forget. Wasn't my bike taken by Salman last night.

“We take a taxi online only.” My answer.

“Mother,Ryan can borrow his phone?” ask Ryan.

“On the table.” I thought Ryan would book a taxi online. He can do it because I taught him. But I was wrong. Because it turns out Ryan called Salman.

“Hallo, Salman's father. Inter Ryan school yes!” pinta Ryan's.

“Ryan!” I rebuked and then took Ryan's phone. I put that flat object in my ear. “Hallo!”

Apparently Salman has already cut off his conversation with Ryan.

“So Ryan really talked to Om Salman?” much

Ryan nodded. “Father Salman. Not by Salman. Dad will come to pick us up so mom doesn't need to book a taxi online.” Ryan answered and went into his room.

I shook my head while looking sad at my son. He must lose his father. Yes, although he is not my biological child and Mas Andre, but we once promised to take care of him like our own biological children. Who would have thought, Mas Andre apparently harbored the desire to have biological children.

At six o'clock Salman arrived. He rang the bell. Ryan excitedly opened the gate for her.

I waited for them at the dinner table for breakfast.

“Morning Ra!” brother Salman's greeting made me look up.

Deg deg deg

My chest immediately thumped to see the appearance of Brother Salman.

Habits of people. Why don't you button the shirt right? Doesn't he realize his appearance is very seductive. Or my mind likes to go everywhere.

“Ra!” Salman snapped his finger. I flinched and immediately blushed embarrassed to be found dumb.

“Morning Brother.” My answer removes awkwardness, “Breakfast Kak.” My next.

“Ya.” Salman sat his body in a chair. He opened the plate and started to eat.

We eat quietly and quietly. After we finished eating, Salman took us. First we went to Ryan's school.

“Bah Dad!!”ryan shouted as he waved and walked into his school. Many eyes looked at us. Me and Salman's brother are replying to Ryan's wishes.

“Kak, let's go!” invite me who began to be careless with the gaze of the guardians of students who were also driving their children.

We headed for the religious court.

“Still Brother.” I got off the bonnet of Brother Salman. “Kakak can continue the activities of brother.” I said.

“My activities?My activity today is to accompany you.” Answer to Salman. He took my motorbike in

parking court. I followed.

“But Brother?”

“Nothing buts. I'll accompany you. I'm worried that Andre will do bad things again to you.” Salman said as he took the helmet from my hand and put it on the bike.

There was no other choice, I let Brother Salman accompany me. I need friends too.

“Alan.” My sizzle when I saw Alan's car passing through the street in front of the court.

“Alan? Where?’ ask Salman.

“Neither.I may have seen wrong kak.” I continued my steps towards the waiting room.

I sat waiting my turn while having a light conversation with Brother Salman. Andre has not arrived. Even when our names were called to run the trial, Mas Andre did not exist. Since Mas Andre did not come, the trial went faster.

“How?” brother Salman asked as I walked out of the courtroom.

I smiled wryly. “How is Brother?Brother Salman thought how I felt when I knew my household would be destroyed.” My answer.

“Sabar Ra's. Behind something we don't like, there must be a kindness He prepared for us.” Salman tried to comfort and strengthen me.

“Thank you, Brother.” My answer.

It's like going through a divorce trial. Undergoing the process of destruction of my household. I remember Elsa. How did she feel and why did she decide to divorce Salman? Did he do it so that I could be with Brother Salman, or was there some other purpose. I have to ask for an explanation

to Elsa.

“We go straight home Ra?” ask Salman.

“I'm hungry Brother. Can we eat first?’ my door.

“The trial was so heavy that you went hungry?” god Kak Salman's.

I nodded while stroking my stomach. Brother Salman chuckles. We left the court and looked for food stalls.