Ballad First Wife
A Glimpse of Light

I decided to visit my sister's house. Last night's dream was a sign that I would confide in my sister.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" I knocked on my sister's door and said hello.

"Glamma!" my brother's figure appeared from behind the door. His face is smiling. My heart immediately shuddered to see that smile. He's my brother but he's always mature beyond me. Soon I ran over and hugged her. I have no power to hide my sadness. My crying just broke.

"What's wrong mbak?Istighfar!" muttered my sister while stroking my back. "Come in and sit down!" bring later.

I let him lead me to the couch. After we sat down I started to tell my problems. My sister listened attentively, occasionally her hands clasped tightly onto mine. I could feel him sad to see my fate.

"Now what are you going to do?" ask my sister in a hoarse voice. I know he's holding back the crying. He did not want to show his sadness to see me fall like this.

"Bak is confused. If you decide to split up, you'll lose Ryan. Moreover, Andre mas said that even though he took care of the divorce, he would not say the talisman."

"Sir.there's a story. You want to hear?"

I'm nodding.

"There's a woman coming to a cleric. The woman told how her husband's daily life upset her and decided to divorce. Her husband was a day-to-day careful work just playing mobile phones and absolutely did not want to help her take care of both the house and her children. The woman couldn't stand it and decided she was going to sue for divorce. You know what the cleric said?"

I shook my head and stared curiously demanding that my sister finish her story.

"The old man asked the woman what the primary function of a husband is? The woman replies that the husband is the leader of the family, so it must be responsible for the family. But it turns out that the answer of the woman is wrong, according to the cleric the main and main function of a husband is that he will be our shield from hellfire. Whatever the husband does do do not complain, as long as he is free in what we do, then surgically our place. That doesn't sound fair. Husbands can do as they please while we women have to fight hard to reach our husband's RIDlo. But do not forget one thing, we are the trust that God entrusts to our husbands. The one whose name is trust will surely be held accountable. So the point is, we just do our duty as a wife as well as possible, get the husband's goal. Husband, let God take care of it."

I silently digested all my sister's words. "So you think I should accept Mas Andre's decision and live this polygamous life?"

"Sir, the decision is in your hands. I will support whatever your decision is. If you can and can live it, please. But if you can't, I'll still support you. I can't decide what's good and not good for you. Ask God and yourself." My sister took my hand again.

"Allah will not give this trial if he is unable to. At this time it may be hard for mbak, because mbak still surprised and did not think that Andre mas who obeyed worship was able to have an affair. But he's also a normal human being. The environment supports that. This is not just a trial, but actually a test for Andre. He failed to maintain his loyalty. Polygamy is a reality and Islam. But not in a bad way. According to Andre, what he did was the process to polygamy. But anyone would say that he cheated before he decided to marry that woman. Let God hold him accountable. Don't think about it."

Hearing my sister's advice my heart calmed down a little. My brother is right, what do my demands and rewards mean compared to the demands and rewards of God.

"Bak fasting?" my sister's question surprised me.

"Not yet" I answered honestly.

"Then let's have breakfast. I haven't had breakfast yet.I'm also on holiday"

"Have your husband left for work?"

My sister nodded. "Today a lot of stuff came. He deliberately left early in the morning."

I smile. My sister's husband works as a freighter. He will lift and lower things. While my sister has a loundry business at home. Their lives are simple. But serene.

"I'm proud of you, brother. You can create a peaceful household." I said as I sat at the dinner table. My sister smiled

"We don't have much desire. We always ask that God's will be our desire."

I nodded a few times. "You're lucky to have a husband like Arif."

"Alhamdulillah, madame. He will also have the same luck. Aamiin's."

I smiled wryly. I remember my parents and brothers praising my husband very much. My husband is handsome, kind and sholeh. My family is a simple family. They do not look at and judge people by their work and wealth, but by their character and character. That's why when I decided to choose Mas Andre to be my life partner, they didn't protest at all. The status of Mas Andre who had been widowed at that time did not make their assessment reduced. What they saw was the obedience of Mas Andre. What my mother would say when she found out Mas Andre was feeding me with this painful way and way.

"Once, just eat. Don't think too much. The world is like this. Hard place, sad, happy, tired. But nothing remains in this world. Mbak's sadness too. It will surely disappear. Patience."

"Mom!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Will you plan to tell your mother and other family about your problems?"

"I don't know. But for now, I'll keep it a secret first. Mom is sick. I don't want to make it any more painful."

"The bill is mbak. Better to keep it secret first. The story later if it is haria and need."

After talking to my sister, I felt a little prickly. There was a light shining through my heart.

If God considers me capable of all this, then I will be patient and continue to ask for strength.

I stepped into the office where I worked with a bright face. I will not let sadness keep me down.

"Hi Bray!!" the typical chirping sound of my friend's Goddess surprised me as soon as I entered the room where I worked.

"Hubby deh. Ngagetin." nagelku. Goddess nyengir.

"I'm looking for the boss!" said.

I furrowed my brows, "What's wrong?" manya curious.

The goddess shrugged her shoulders, "Tau. kangen probably." she replied.

I threw a ballpoint pen at him in response to his ridiculous answer. The goddess saw me annoyed.

I took a breath before knocking on my boss's door.

"Lake in!" my boss's voice came from inside his room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir!" my regards.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" he replied. "Sit down!" tutau.

I sat on the couch in my boss's room. My boss stood up then stepped up and sat in front of me. His eyes staring intently at me made me misbehave.

"What's up, sir?" my many.

"What are you?" the answer is still to examine my face.

"I mean father?" I'm just confused.

My boss, who is also my former schoolmate, extended his hand to my face. I pulled my face away.

"Sir, please take care of your attitude." hardikku.

"Your eyes why is it puffy? You keep getting sick all of a sudden. You why?What's with your household life?"

I was shocked when she asked me about my household. I dare to look at him. She smiles.

"I knew. I know everything." he said still with a smiling face. A sad and pitying smile.