DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Hell Under My Wife's Foot
I realized the change from Amel, it was because it was wrong from my attitude that did not understand what loyalty really meant and was not open to what it was
he should know.
However, for me this is to minimize problems in the household, until finally Amel did something unfair in my opinion, when he made a commitment that I should not open his cellphone, he said, for me, I have to do the same thing. Again for this one I need to be selfish, because I'm the head of the family.
And stupidly, I was not good at hiding my own secrets, and this triggered my quarrel with him.
“Who is Eva?!!”
I swear, like this whole body of hot water. The ears and mind are no longer
harmoniously to work together to harmonize between reason and speech. I
you know, Amel questioned that, he must have opened my phone.
“Ooh the..my time of literary event in HB Jassin first.” I pretended to be calm and
as if nothing happened. There is no secret between
me and Eva, there's just a little flattery for her.
“Then what do you mean, I am the destiny of your hunting alone?”
How did Amel know?! Yes, I forgot to delete the inbox on my phone. I started clumsily with the question maneuver
he threw it for me.
“Oooh, that's just a discussion to write a book together anyway, no more!”
“Then, what do you mean he is the best and your desire chooses himself, and you
regretting this marriage?!” The intonation was getting higher, and Amel was already in sight
angrier.
“I have no intention of that, and this is solely material for that book
I want to write.”
“Aaaah, alaaaasaan....It's hard to have a writer's husband!!”
“Yank, please don't bring my profession? And we live on the fruit of my writing
no?”
He was silent and did not say a word. Perhaps he remembered his sin of spending money so short and so unnatural, between the income I earned and the expenditure so far reversed with what he spent, and Amel should be good at keeping the money I gave him. Not because there is no money to save, but how he should be grateful for what has been obtained, that is all I asked.
To buy his needs, he was able from the income I got, why not save yourself without having to reduce his obligation to indulge.
For example, who should he want a branded bag like Louis Vuitton Retiro why not wear a local bag with the same quality? Until he bought a parfume for a hundred thousand, just a small bottle.
Why not buy a parfume refill with the same aroma?! So it does not deprive her of her duty of self-indulgence, and I understand she is a woman with a special disposition that God has given. That is a nature that does not have to be
it must be removed, but there are religious restrictions that Amel must instill,
but he was empty of such understanding.
Not me not trying, but its nature has become coral and petrified.
Either misdidikan or indeed parents who are too pampering himself. Ever
I told him to pray berjama’ah but there is only a reason he gave, he said,
“mukenahku left in the office.” Though there is still another face that he can use and I can loan from Mamah, again he was more strongly denied.
Truly I have no guts to be firm and harder, the more I behave, the greater Amel is to be
revolted.
What with God made Amel a companion of life, He meant
for me to correct and cover up her shortcomings, and to lead the woman who has now become my wife to the same path of good. Butwhat? Instead Amel dominated the household and almost 70 percent governed my life.
Like a tiger that lost its fangs, like a buffalo poked in its nose, well, yeah,
I am of the many husbands who have never been valued as the head of the household, the priest for the son and the wife. Again –again because this hand is not able to hit and these lips are not able to do rough.
The more mistakes I've made, the more it makes Julie so, even
he has dared to leave the house without my permission. I should have been allowed to hit him with ma’aruf and split the bed even though it was my right to do that.13 But because of the mistake, such as boomerang until I finally lost, Amel accused me of cheating. Until finally reached the ears of Mamah – Papah in Palembang.
Gradually Amel showed his true character, there was nothing else he covered up. In fact, he was getting more intense and could not be far from his cellphone. Once when he was off guard, I saw there was a photo that was unnaturally said I found in the memory of the cellphone without his knowledge
and when he fell asleep, I tried to take it from under the pillow.
Ooh turns out to be in-password, many times
I was browsing the internet looking for a way to unlock a blackberry phone password, none of which I managed to do.
Feeling unwilling to lose the opportunity, I tried to take his cellphone memory and I stored it in the laptop, just now
if the condition already looks safe, I see one by one the photos he saves, ranging from whats app, line, line, blackberry messenger and there is one photo of a man almost like a world wide-screen actor who is famous for his acrobatic fight action, Jackie Chan.
“Who is the guy in your phone?”
which “Cowok is it? Aaah don't look for my mistakes deeh, because of loh
caught cheating!” He tried to evade and Amel no longer had his ethics as a wife.
“Cowok is again engrossed with his juice drink and looks coquettish in front of the camera
that?”
“Aaah loh make-there, where there is in my cellphone photo guy, in addition to papah and
our marriage which according to the loh was forced!!!” Amel brought back a short message he found in my phone's inbox.
Many times he dodged, until finally he did not dwell when I showed the evidence, until finally he showed me,
the folder I named ‘hand-capture’ and there are some photos that are inappropriate for a wife to keep personal photos like that,na’zubillah min dzalik.
“How dare you take my goods, do not challenge the wife, so casually take the property of people without permission from who have, what macem husband is the loh?!!” It seems Amel was furious at the time, either because of being proven guilty or the way he covered up his guilt.
Again I am a husband who does not have the guts to commit violence, because of the law in
this country is clearly no longer realistic, if it finds this kind of case, he said,
and we beat the wife at that moment she did not receive harsh treatment, even though the wife is the property of the husband, but the law does not understand the true events.
I can just be Istighfar and I don't know until
when can I survive all this?...Allah Karim!!!
***
The Jakarta ceiling looks more somber, the noise of the vehicle as if I can no longer hear, the Tugu Tani statue that every time I see has a side of beauty, the sound of the vehicle is no longer able to hear, as if incarnated into a husband and wife who were standing at the threshold of destruction, I was the farmer who was carrying the weapon, pointing him towards the head of the wife.
It seems to be a habit when I wait for public transportation, incomplete without seeing the helicopter from the Aryaduta hotel and the statue of the tani monument.
“Yes Allah, I am sure that the person in the helicopter is too busy with his busy work schedule, so to avoid traffic jam he must be willing to rent a heli. Or maybe it was his personal vehicle. Heeem, so want to be like him whose time is so useful..I can definitely be like him!! After all, both eat rice and have the same time, 24 hours a day.
Why can't he, and I can't?!” My whisper is in my daydream and my eyes are sharp
see the plane that is taking off in the halipad that has been provided on top of the building.
“One day’s, surely I can!!!” Either this is an empty delusion or maybe I
not sane yet?! Aaah, it's okay this is how nice it is to be a difficult person,
what God still gives grandiose fantasies like this, and could one day be do’a and missed these dreams all, bismillah...
The street in Jakarta that has the most impression for me, namely Merdeka Selatan, Tugu Tani
and Menteng and Jalan Surabaya which I think has a long history in
movement, like having the spirit of struggle, still smells of events
heroic all the way. This is visible from the museum and some relics of ancient buildings, what else if you have entered along the road Cikini Raya, the more saner the scent of movement.
I am jealous of Ismail Marjuki, I am jealous of HB Jassin
engraved and I was already getting uncomfortable with the name of Cipto Mangun Kusumo who finally burned me to hard face the rigors of life.
I am ashamed to be a spectator in the history of my life, they are great because of the water
eyes that have crystallized and sweat that has been drained, not for
thinking of ‘isi personal stomach’ but they have managed to proclaim himself
for many people.
And deliberately I chose to walk from Kwitang, Cikini Raya until finally
get to work. I chose to be an employee because I was urged
by Julie, before marriage I was offered by some friends who
it's mature in the entertainment world and they see me
have the ability to be a talent, two people who I think are meritorious up to
finally brought me both creative tv programs, Edi ‘Kopi’ and Edo ‘Uban’ however
it all goes back to the path I chose. I'm willing to be an artist for illogical reasons.
“Kalo indeed you want to be a better artist we divorce!”
I don't know what doctrine is lodged in his mind, seeing the entertainment world as so much. Oooh, maybe a lot of cheating artists
to the extent that Amel hit all, though, not all of his artists
thus.
I saw an Edy ‘kopi’ comedian once known as an assistant to an artist who is now undergoing a private television program.
Mas Edy, I used to call him that, the journey of life that he has is unique and I follow the process of how he is quite well known by the community. The impression he gave me first I knew him with a rubber-tied phone and he was presenting himself to every mall and event organizer to be willing to use his services as an MC, magicion or whatever,
as long as he can show his ability.
The journey of an Edy ‘Coffee Without Susu’ is not instant, but through
rice rice.
Though it had been contacted the talent section at seven in the morning, but his shooting at twelve in the evening. But for him, it will all be a beautiful story, which he will be able to make life advice for those who
close to him.
It is the process of life, which we must both realize, sometimes we look at people
who look delicious regardless of their past side as an entertainer who is known for his glamorous world alone, and not a few also people like Mas Edi ‘Kopi Without Susu’ who started his career from insults to the flattery stage of people. While Mas Edo ‘Uban’ who is also a close friend of Mas Edi ‘Kopi Without Susu’ he is the one who also helped me plunge into the world of television programs, taught me many things, he was the one who also helped me jump into the world of television programs, starting from packing creative and quality events, until finally we offer to several television stations.
And it was not at all a program that could be accepted by them, not yet
again later we face the plagiarists, crocodiles in the creative world. The program that we make is rejected, some time lapse will appear the same event but the packaging is different, as a strategy to impress the television station. This is the picture that the law in this country is not in favor of
those who are blessed by Allah with their bright ideas.
Including the script of my novels that had been screened but the author did not
acknowledge and assume it is his work.
I also realized, because this self has not become a nobody and does not have the strength to fight, ridicule, insults and skewed padangan about ourselves.
Including Amel, my wife alone cannot accept my profession as a writer.
Every time I didn't want to be bothered and every time I told him about my creative ideas, he just answered flatly, even once he sneered with words.
“ Ah omdo, he said your novel wants to be filmed, until now only empty talk doang. Nulis...Write it but nothing is published!!”
Astaghfirullah, I consider the words that he made reasonable, because Amel does not understand the profession I choose, considering that writing it is not like an employee who every month receives a salary of several million, he said, easily accepted by publishers. Still fairly eye-opening for a writer like me, who just made one-two books. It also has to compete
with tens or even hundreds of works coming into the publisher.
Thank God there is one book received by a major publisher like Mizan, it was three of them
the work they rejected. Maybe they have their own reasons, or maybe they're looking at the movement of my works.
When I was positioned as a writer ‘best seller’ garbage-junk my writing
they will be asked, even if I change the title.
So remember ten years ago, at the beginning of my career as a writer. While I
peddling the fruits of my writing to all publishers, even though the minimum cost and my budget is up for photo-copy of the halaihim gambreng setel script. Agus Sasongko name, (Maybe when he read this novel will shed tears.yah, if he read it while slicing onions ) but this is a serious story. ...
The figure is old but eccentric from the way he dressed, I was immediately greeted by his, even though he was the owner of a publishing company. Without having to go through the editor, editorial staff or receptionist, it is the youth who receive
my arrival with humility she recounts her life journey as
writer.
“I once threw my manuscript into a garbage can, because it was rejected by the publisher
large. Eeeh, when I was in a safe position and some of my work sold with a large exempler, the manuscript was instead received by the same publisher who had rejected him.”I recalled the remark, and it became a motivation for me to continue working even though my script was simply displayed by a large publisher, not even glimpsed.
I can only pray, may Allah quiet this heart of vengeance and hate.
My job is just to try, write and produce quality work
just.
Let Allah govern all this, for I believe He is the All-Counting Lord.
I am sure that it is He who governs all the sustenance of His people. It looks
when I meet there are people who do work just sit and a little
sweat but God still provides unexpected sustenance, and there are also people who work outside the normal time limit, but it is not comparable to the sweat that he has released.
But I dare not justify them, for they have the right to judge
his servant is only God, and it is not natural that we would dare to license his creatures with our judgment as ordinary human beings, who may be better than us in the eyes of God.
Back again with the story of my meeting with the author of children's books like him, after hearing the wejeungan from him and he also received my script, after a few minutes I walked from Kwitang to RSPAD Gatot Soebroto, after a few minutes, suddenly there was a phone number coming in and it looked foreign.
But I know with voice
the man behind my speakerphone, Mas Agus Sasongko asked me to
back to his office. What's up dad? Is my script accepted?! Inner
it's wondering.
Arriving there, without much ado I was ordered by him to come with
the burly man who at that time only wore shorts, a luxury car that
I was riding towards Kalimalang Street, and into a basement of a private hospital. Paddle! I may have been kidnapped, and indeed the person sitting behind the wheel looks antogonical and finds out my background and personality.
“One day later, I'm the first one to sit next to the big writer.” I don't know
insinuating me or just a speech filling the chat room, which is clearly Mas Sis is a strange person or maybe he has a sixth sense.
We entered the hospital, something made me even more strange and the question arose, “why are all nurses and doctors so respectful?” Apparently it
owner of the Hospital, Panteees! Why am I invited to this place? Is it just a way for him to spread his wealth? Its effects ? Or is there another purpose and purpose?! And I can't be so bad to think and guess someone, not because I'm negative thinking until it finally affects someone's goodness.
I passed through the hospital hallway, until we arrived at an office room that
only certain people are allowed to enter.
There is already a film director I Love Indonesia, a film that had catapulted the name of the late Irwinsyah in 1985, he is the director. The more I do not understand with the intention of Mas or Mr. Sis to take me to this place.
Until finally my meeting with them ended with a big question mark, what is the meaning of all this?! What does Mr. Sis mean to bring me to Mas Irwinsyah, and what does he mean by his adoring speech
the first person to ever walk with a potential great writer?
Wallahu...
Every Saturday-Sunday has been a day of inner torment for me, when those two days were my days off from work, but Amel was never home. Initially he asked permission to help his friend whose child was sick with thyroid cancer.
A disease that is deadly and so deadly. I have to tell for this one thing, because indeed some friends I know have diseases such as
that, leads to death.
The reason Amel he had to accompany his best friend every Saturday and Sunday to seek treatment to Sukabumi area, no matter where I am
don't know. Clearly, I tried to believe what he was saying, as long as
it's for the good I allow.
Why did Amel choose that day? Maybe because the friend I often hear his name is called Nania only has Saturday-Sunday time, the rest from Monday to Friday’at he work.
In the first week, everything seems fine there is no strange incident, even though there is
which makes me uncomfortable, when neighbors question where my wife is going? That
I have to answer every Saturday and Sunday.
In the second week, after he left it seemed odd in the heart, why every time I
call him and he does not lift, because he is driving a car, which is obviously as far as I know Amel only has SIM C only, there is no SIM A.
Where could he drive a car that far ? While the other day when I was in Palembang and he was told to drive the car he refused on this and that reason. But I left it and tried to think well, I gave everything to Allah, so immediately my mind was calm.
In the third week, the more obvious the strangeness I felt. Upon his return from Sukabumi he was tearing and angry, because I had not washed clothes and home
which at that time was a mess, because I had not had time and again was engrossed in writing a novel that I had to finish.
“Ngapain is at home?! Do I have to be the perfect one again?! Heh! I'm not
maid and loh never understand if your wife is tired!!” He slammed the bag containing his clothes.
This time I had to determine my attitude and dare to argue, even though the worst possibility of a great war.
So you don't have to go home.” Refutation simple.
Beyond my expectations, he took back his bag, rushed out of the house
and I panicked, hoping that Amel wouldn't do something that desperate.
How can I be left behind he was longer, just two days so agitated.
With all the effort I persuaded him, even though I was not the romantic type of guy,
who can hug and kiss her forehead.
I cannot be romantic, but rather tend to give my attention with attitude and deed.
But strangely, some women are happier with speech and bragging and flirting compared to men who choose with attitudes including Amel who repeatedly ask me for romance.
And I have to learn this one thing, sometimes some people I know
and having read my novel, not believing that I can be that romantic inside
inscription.
They know Haidar, a person who likes humor and nyeleneh with my own style.
About romanitis I'm far from it, and I admit women will bend their knees with
the ‘marketing love’ are so good at marketing his love, even though they are
do not know whether the love has the same quality or not the purpose of the marketing of love is to guarantee, because it does not dare to guarantee that the love lasts for a long time, even if the buyer dies ?
Maybe that's what Amel wants, I learned to be ‘marketing love’ even though what marriage certificate I give is not a guarantee that my love does not need to be guaranteed but has provided evidence, he said, not only in oral but the state and religion have also provided guarantees
for all that, for Amel it is not enough with me to marry him without ta’aruf, dating what else.
Duhai my apostle, have I performed your sunna is it still inappropriate for me to get your intercession? With humility, help you to answer, even though time will continue to wait from a destiny that I myself never knew what it was like.
While your speech is wet with speech, divine between maqsudi, waridhoka matlubi, O my Lord You are the purpose and pleasure I am aiming for.
Atini, give me mahabataka wa ma’rifataka, the ability to love and be compassionate to You, to know You.
It was none other than what I expected, until I decided to get married.
Whether it is heaven or hell under my wife's feet, I wait
that answer...