Maduku Pellets!
Chapters. 19
Shofia sat down staring lazily at the endless pile of files. He is like a laborer while Freya is like a living employer enjoying the work of Shofia and Farhan.
Shofia stared at the portrait of the son she kept in the album in her desk drawer. Suddenly Shofia's tears melted. A feeling of tightness in the chest. I don't know what he's feeling right now. Anger, hate, resentment, vengeance all become one. Negative emotions surfaced in Shofia's heart.
If negative emotions are already lodged in the heart, then the mind will not be able to be clear and easily influenced by evil whispers.
"Son, if you knew it would be this painful, you might not have followed the whispers of the heart asking the umma to make Freya your brother's second wife." Shofia spoke to a portrait of her deceased child, who died at the age of six months.
Shofia cried so much, she was powerless to endure all this bloodless pain. Shofia gently rubbed the cute baby boy's portrait. He had no idea who he was going to complain to. Her father and mother-in-law agreed with Shofia's coercion so Shofia had to endure the pain herself.
"Son, please think again about your decision. It is not easy to live a polygamous life. Look at Abah and your umma, there is no polygamy between us" Azlan said. They gathered to discuss Shofia's request.
"But, Abah. Shofia was no longer able to give children to Farhan. It's been almost two years that Shofia hasn't been able to get pregnant either. You need a successor to this great company," great-grandson Shofia continued to spout convincing words.
Although Shofia's heart refused, subtle whispers continued to urge her to speak out of her control.
Azlan and Ita looked at each other in wonder with the son-in-law. Azlan continued to ponder while Ita stroked Shofia's head to think about his decision.
"Hera, Istighfar, son. You can still get pregnant. All there is time, only at this time you have not been given the opportunity," said Ita calm the daughter-in-law.
Shofia stopped the mother-in-law's hand rubbing her head, saying, "Umma, Shofia's decision is final. Hera wants Farhan to marry again. And the bride-to-be is Freya, Shofia's secretary. Shofia no longer doubted how her character was. Mas Farhan, I agree, right?" Shofia continued to persuade Farhan.
"No, Mas. Shofia is sure, this is the best decision," Shofia wooed again.
Farhan rubbed his face rough with a sigh, Farhan succumbed to Shofia's decision which daily urged him to agree to Shofia's request, even though Farhan's heart was heavy.
"Yes, Honey. All mas do is for your happiness" said Farhan withstanding all the turmoil in his chest. He cannot be angry with his wife. Almost every night that is discussed is Freya's kindness and Shofia's desire to make Freya his honeymoon sister.
Since Freya became Hera's secretary, Hera often invited Hasna to play at her house. Sometimes I take Hasna on vacation together.
Shofia is too eager to tell Farhan all the kindness to make other women want to try to have her husband. Shofua does not realize that her actions that always praise her husband in front of Freya will lead to pain.
Rice has become porridge, not things that happen can be pulled back. Pan as well as Farhan and Freya's marriage already taking place, it would be impossible to cancel unless a divorce.
Shofia cried on the table with her left hand as the base while her right hand rubbed the portrait of the child. A very adorable six-month-old baby. Her body was puffed up with dimples on both her cheeks.
The heart of the mother who would not be sad if she saw the cute and jolly child suddenly drooped weakly in the hospital gurney.
"Son, you must be happy there. If umma could come with you, umma's heart wouldn't feel this sadness. Umma how should it be? Your abah needs offspring to carry on all the efforts of your grandfather. There is no way umma will be selfish, umma hope that one day we will meet," murmured Shofia's heart poured out her sorrow in front of the portrait of the child.