Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 1

"Mas, please let me marry again!" That voice sounded shrill.

My heart stopped beating when Rahma, my wife, asked for permission to get married.

My eyes are staring at the oval face that now looks more and more slim. He has every intention of remarrying, when my condition is falling like this.

"You have to agree, Mom. I'm a normal woman, I need an inner living. Why are you giving you so much money, if my inner needs are not met." Rahma looks at me cynically.

"Ehm .., um ..," that's the only sound that can come out of my lips. The current situation forced me to resign. Let alone defending yourself, protest even this self is no longer able.

"Already, Mas. My patience is over. I want to see when I wait for you to heal. You've been lying helpless for 2 years like this. Don't get better, even your condition just gets worse."

"Ehm .., um ..." I tried to defy Rahma's words.

Yes, my condition is getting worse from day to day. And it was because of Rahma's indifferent attitude towards me.

He seems like he has no intention of taking care of me. The drugs given by the hospital where I was treated, were never given by Rahma in time.

He'll just give, when I make a fuss asking for the cure. That too rarely.

Often I was left to sleep on a wet bed by my own water. Even a few times, Rahma deliberately let my dirt stick to the diapers until a full day.

But I cannot protest, for my condition now depends entirely on Rahma.

"Don't try to defy my decision, Mas. Shut up and take it, or I'll throw you in the trash."  Rahma looked at me disgustedly.

My eyes slowly heated up, the pain was so intense that it stopped in my heart. 

How Rahma disfigured our wedding vows first, and chose to dock at another dock.

Where did the woman who once loved me so much go, where the loss of patience and compassion that always managed to make me feel at peace when with her.

Could it be that my Rahma is dead? Then who is this woman who now stands full of pride before me?

"Don't crybaby! If you were me, you might as well do the same." Rahma passed away leaving me.

"Eh ..., um ...! I tried to call Rahma, but my wife was indifferent as if not hearing my screams.

May Rahma not really make her speech come true ...

*****

"I accept, the marriage and marriage of Rahma Anisa bint Raharjo, with a gold ring dowry of 10 grams, and cash of ten million rupiah paid in cash!"

"How are the witnesses? Right?"

"Well ...!!!!"

My tears were spilled, as the voice of the man spoke kabul on behalf of my wife. My heart was slashed, as the word 'Sah' echoed through the space of this rented room.

In front of me, there appeared a pair of brides whose faces were filled with a hue of happiness. It's so inversely related to what I feel right now.

Pain, pain, disappointment, all grief gathered into one and deliberately stopped in the heart.

Really, I feel like I'm the most unlucky and suffering man in the world.

How not, the woman I love so much, whose existence on the side is maintained desperately, now with the heart to move and dote on me.

Ah, Rahma, you are so cruel!

"Congratulations Mr. Nandar and Mrs Rahma. Now you are officially husband and wife." Mr. Penghulu greets my wife and her new husband in turn.

As for me, I could only watch the affection of the newlyweds from where I was lying at the moment, without being able to do anything about it.

*****

"Ahh .., Mas." Rahma's voice was clearly heard in my ears. Not only the sound, even the scene of Rahma and her new husband struggling and sharing sweat was clearly plastered in front of the eyes.

They purposely did the first night in this room. Intentionally showing me something so disgusting.

I tried to close my eyes, and ignored the voices. But nil. The image of the disgusting scene they were doing, continued to flash before the eyes.

Until finally, Rahma's long cries and cries echoed, as a sign that the disgusting scene was over.

"Thank you, Mum. I'm really satisfied. The desire that I have endured for 2 years, finally channeled as well." Rahma said in the middle of the roar of breath that was still heard hunting.

"Yes dear." The baritone voice of my maduku spoke slowly. "But it's okay to do it here? I feel bad for your first husband."

"Why should it not be delicious? That's good, so he knows and realizes that he really needs honey to give me an inner living."

"It's a good thing I didn't divorce and threw it away. So he has to accept and be self-aware." Rahma spoke in a cynical tone, making my heart ache even more.

"Don't do it, baby. In any case, he used to give you the satisfaction. Yes, even now, he was like rotten meat that was lying in vain. It's no use." My madam was chuckling, making my heart ache even more.

How dare he insult me. What he doesn't realize is that he's just a cowardly foreign man, who sneakily seized Rahma, in my present condition.

"Already, Mas. Why are we talking about the disabled man. Better, you give me more satisfaction. Still strong, right?" There was a flirtatious laughter from Rahma.

****

"Darling, is it okay to leave this lame man alone?" The man who just married Rahma yesterday, looked at me lightly.

The words he spoke seemed to affirm, if I was just a useless sick man.

"It's usually like this too. After all, we're only gone 3 days. So don't worry. He can take care of himself." Rahma gave the instructions that my honey lift up, then moved my body to a wheelchair.

"Why don't you hire a nurse or Art to accompany her? If there's anything with him, how? He's paralyzed."

"No need! Just wasting money." Rahma glanced at me sharply.

"As usual, Mom. You should be able to take care of yourself until I get back from my honeymoon. Remember, don't make a mess, or you'll end up in the trash." Rahma patted my cheek slowly.

The woman I had been married to for 10 years grabbed my honey arm, then walked out, leaving me all alone in a wheelchair.

'What a relief you are, Rahma! What's my fault, until you can do all this?' My cry in my heart.

From the engine the car sounded away, indicating that Rahma and her new husband had left the house.

Ten minutes passed, the sound of the knocking of the heels on the floor was heard approaching.

"What do I really say, if your wife is rotten hearted. Now you see for yourself what he's doing. It's disgusting!" A middle-aged woman with a fashionable appearance stood before me.

'Mama' My inner voice spoke softly.