Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 66

POV RUBIAH

1988, Village behind the beam, Bukittinggi.

Who is unhappy, when the idol expresses his seriousness to my parents. That's how I felt when Thamrin proposed to me in front of my parents. In front of relatives who were gathered after the wedding reception of one of my cousins.

"Amak, Abak, I am Tamrin Nazaruddin would like permission to apply for Rubiah, Amak's only son and Abak's only one. I'm not really a gadang. I'm just from a family that's capable enough but not enough."

"Son, Tamrin, me and my wife. No problem with your family's economic life. I see you are a good, hardworking, religious child. That's enough point to let Bia go to a guy like you. If my wife and I leave it all to Bia. How Bia, do you accept Tamrin's son as your future husband." I just nodded small.

Of course I accept the man. Even though we were originally in a match, he had objected to our matchmaking. Moreover, we are one place of work in a small cooperative.

I'm Rubiah, Minang's real son from a small area. He grew up in a small village producing Sanjay balado. At this time it is only my mother's father who opened the typical Minang chips business.

Who does not know my father Datuk Zulkifli, despite living in a small area of the city of Bukittinggi. We are Alhamdulillah to be the first businessmen in our village, Sanjay balado business. Although in other areas there are already many who have similar businesses. But for our village my father opened it.

Rear Beam is one of the villages/villages in Aur Birugo Tigo Bale Subdistrict, Bukittinggi City, West Sumatra province. That's where we live in Bukittinggi.

Sanjay crackers are a type of concoction of crackers from cassava that are shredded thinly then fried and given salt as a flavoring. This cracker is very popular as a souvenir food typical of Nagari Sanjai, Bukittinggi City, West Sumatra. This area is three kilometers from the center of Bukittinggi City. This dish is a result of the community household industry.

We live well. Sufficient in the sense that it can open up the field of work for others. Sufficient in the sense not from the richest family in our place. But thank God we can help the neighbors to open jobs.

My acquaintance with bang Tamrin was no mere coincidence. One of his family introduced bang Tamrin, it can be interpreted that there is an element of matchmaking. Bang Tamrin his mother is Rejang, while his father is Minang. Bang Tamrin's sister many, one of them Tarhandi or commonly called Handi there are those who say it's another mother's sister. Because bang Tamrin's father had many wives. Tamrin is the son of his second wife, while Handi is from his third wife.

Initially, Bang Tamrin refused the match. I just resigned. Can't force the heart bang Tamrin. Even though we knew each other when it was a gray white age. But just just getting to know each other because he's a force above me.

But lately he came to approach me, reportedly his girlfriend is married to another man. I was hesitant with his suddenly kind and friendly attitude. He has often looked down on me. Maybe because he's a rich kid.

"Maybe this sounds sudden. But help me learn to love you, Bia."

"Right, Brother wants to accept me for who I am" the man in front of me nodded. Makes me sure to accept his love.

"Abang indak amuah courtship, deck. Brother wants to be adek to be a wife. We can date after marriage."

"But lai Abang amuah lives in kampuang ketek ko."

"The wife should come with the husband, deck. So I want you to live in my neighborhood. Brother will take you back to Bengkulu. Where her parents are."

"So yesterday came Samo Abang not a parent."

"That's makwo and Pakwo Abang. Brother of father. As makwo and pakwo also said adek parents. We've been betrothed to a baby, according to our grandfather's will."

"Thank you, bang. Wanna accept a country girl like me." I just looked weak.

Our marriage was simple. No music parties and all sorts of things. There are only rulers and relatives. Bang Tamrin promised him a party where his parents would be. I believe it, the presence or absence of a party is no problem. Because he and I are legal in the eyes of religion.

Me and bang Tamrin left the city that raised me. Blessings and prayers from a large family. We also went to Bengkulu by bus between islands. I hope there will be happiness with my husband. The next time we arrive at the Simpang Nangka terminal, he said this is still the area. There are still two hours to arrive in Bengkulu city.My first meeting with my husband's family was not good. They looked down because I was from the village. Although the city of Bengkulu at that time was still filled with forest. Even more crowded my village actually. But I have to be sure that my husband is not on their side.

"This is how you are, Tamrin. Mano you're nengoknyo, you're still beautiful little sister-to-be Diana" said Ms. Hasna, my mother-in-law.

"This is the candidate chosen by Atuk." Bela husband.

"Oh, for you are dead. Why pulo you want to recite nian kendak Atuk? Idak will get you to live again."

"Hasna! Idak can you talk like that. That's my parents, your in-laws! like I was taught your mouth!" berang My father-in-law.

I'm in the same boyong bang Tamrin into the room.

"Bia, forgive stepmother brother, yes. Brother's biological mother had died when brother was still in SD. that was his mother Handi."

"No problem, bang. Maybe because I just met. I could adjust to them for a long time."

Three years of our marriage, not yet given offspring. Three years of marriage we have been asked questions about heredity. Bang Tamrin is patient. He's still on my side. Until the middle of the year 92 I was entrusted with God. Bang Tamrin was increasingly successful with his career. She thinks my pregnancy brought blessings.

But it didn't last long. When my son Abdi who was then one and a half years old in the doctor's verdict suffered from leukemia. The world seemed to collapse, at that time the doctor had not yet sentenced how long my son survived. He just said it's still an early symptom, it's still manageable. At that time chemotherapy was expensive. Only certain people can take such treatment.

After learning about Abdi's disease, Bang Tamrin began to change. He is rarely home for busy reasons. At that time I understood. Need a large fund for the treatment of Abdi. Bang Tamrin never showed his disappointment in what happened to Abdi.

Alhamdulillah, until the age of Abdi three years doctors say Abdi's stamina and immunity are getting better.

At that time Diana was still living with her in-laws. Diana is still my mother-in-law's favorite daughter-in-law. Which is always praised whatever he does.

Diana, my sister-in-law is pregnant with her second child. He also monitored the activities of two different-age children. Ammar was one and a half years old while Abdi was three.

"Diana, Uni wants to cook. Bang Tamrin is back. Can you please watch Abdi and Ammar?"

"Can, Uni." I also calmly left my son in Diana's care.

" Bigger!" I was the one who was frying also turned off the stove.

"O Allah, why is your man?" I saw the nape of my son's neck hurt.

"So Abdi saw a tree branch about to fall. So Abdi encouraged Ammar not to get hit. But I was hit the same time as Diana." I saw Abdi's nape bleed.

"Sick, Mom" cried loudly Abdi getting firmer as I cleaned his wound.

"Oh, got that cak, it's a cry. Spoiled nian uni's son."

"You're the pulo ngapo ambo's son was hit. Nyo nolong Ammar. If it's not your son who's keno."

(Why hit my son. He saved Ammar. Otherwise Ammar will be the one)

"Keno apo, the ambo child is pushed until it falls. Which mother is not angry."

(Because what? my son was pushed to the point of falling. Which mother is not angry)

I don't know what drama will happen in my life. No one defended me. I took Abdi to the hospital for treatment. I don't care about my husband's extended family.

In the middle of the doctor handling Abdi, I was asked to wait outside. I heard the voice of Abdi crying in pain. I want to break through the check room. I can only pray that my son will be okay.

Netraku turns to a pair of women and men who get into a doctor's practice. My footsteps led to the door that read Obgyn. I'm sure that guy was bang Tamrin.

"Who was that woman who was with bang Tamrin?”

Chequek!

"Bij..."

"Well, why are you here, who's this woman?"

"So, who is this?" ask the woman.

"She? you call him Uda?"

"Byeah. Iko Uda I, my husband." replied the woman.

"His husband? this is my husband too. We have three years old."

"Oh, this is my brother from the village. That's what Hasna's mom said."

Hasna's mother? god they know but they are silent.

"Bang, I'm asking for talaq!"

"Good! I'm your talaq, Bia. You bring your sick child!"

After he kicked me and Abdi out. I went home with Abdi who finished at the doctor's medicine. I can't go back to my village without getting a divorce done. Moreover, my father-in-law Bang Tamrin is still busy with his wife's pregnancy.

Handi my sister-in-law had offered to help leave Abdi in between busy handling divorce affairs. And this is a disaster, Abdiku even in the opor here and there. Until she goes missing and Diana guiltlessly says that my son is a burden to their family.

In the present moment

Rubiah looked at Diana who fell asleep after being given medicine by Danu. The hateful look on the woman. A vengeful look recalled the poignant past.

"Diana, I really don't like coming back to this house. A house full of bitterness, a house where you treat me like a beggar.

Otherwise I plan to find Abdi, because you're the only key witness to my son's disappearance" Bia said.

"What the Union is looking for is a sick child. He was sick, who knew he was dead. Anybody with cancer can survive for a long time." Diana said while she was busy preparing for Ammar's wedding.