Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Rights and obligations

"Ka sisi.", call me to your beloved men.

"Why neng...?", the side approached his little boss.

"Curhat can...?"

The side frowns to see the situation of the store that is not too crowded.

"Sok or, what story do you want?"

"Of Azka..."

"Why is Azka the same?"

"Ka Sisi has been used to meeting and talking with him, right? According to my brother, what about Azka?"

"Hemmm...certainly still not sure huh? Just a few days to get married?"

"A few more days?", I asked.

"Yes, Azka's parents were here. Ask for letters for your wedding documents."

"Yes.salam.", I shook my head.

"Bibik is loving?"

The side nodded its head.

"What kind of story do you want?"

"Over this time, according to what kind of azka om side?"

"Like what? Yes, people."

"Iih.ngak lucum Seriously this sister."

"Hehehe yes, Mr. Azka is friendly with all of us. I love helping here too. Mommy would be cool if Azka sir came here."

"Yes, it's the same guy as her lover."

"No need to be jealous, mother also does not exist."

"Opaan is sisi. What the hell's the run where."

"So don't find out about Mr Azka?"

"Hum...iya."

"Sir Azka that,,,,,"

Drrtts....My phone's ringing, call from Vicky.

"So soon Brother."

I also moved away from the side.

"Hello vick?"

"Hello Na? How are you?"

"Well, what's wrong with my phone?"

"Sorry Na, I just found out. I'm saddened by your mother's death."

"Oh.iya Vic, there's nothing."

"Btw, you're on your way to Jakarta. I want to study in Jakarta. Let..can Deket same Lo again."

Vicky's back in Jakarta again?

"Em..vick, sorry I want to help the store kids first. There's so much more, bye."

Clique

I just turned off Vicky's call. Vicky was my old class brother. He expressed his love for me at that time. But, according to the word of mother. I can not date, if still desperate to date mother wants to marry me at that time.

I once protested, if I can not date why the mother actually underwent a relationship with om Azka, up to three years anyway.

What is mother's answer?

Mommy just wants to make sure if om Azka deserves to be a member of our family.

I told my mother, it doesn't feel fair. Mature mothers can date, while I can't. With that in mind, I became a miss.

Ah ..mother, whatever sissy mother is my best mother.

"Why neng? How tangled is his face?"

"It's okay brother. Yes, Nana came in. Take a shower."

"Yes there."

I also left the store. My watch is past four in the afternoon.

I walked towards the back, picking up my towel in a special clothesline.

Usually, you like to sit back at this hour in this place.

After taking a shower, I approached the aunt who was ironing.

'' Bik, did papa om Azka come here?"

"Not his papa non, but his man."

"Yes that means."

"Sorry for non. Without Non's consent, aunt has handed over documents for non-equal wedding completeness Mr. Azka."

"Yes, I should be grateful."

"Patience is not, God willing, this is the way of God's Gusti for a better future."

"Yes bik, thank you."

"You want to eat non, auntie heat her food?"

"No, it's malem."

"Oh, yeah."

I also left aunt. I entered my mother's room as a cure for my longing for her.

I opened my closet. There's a stack of important documents left by my papa.

A few jewelry boxes. Mother of simple people. Although she had a lot of jewelry, only a ring from papa adorned her fingers until the end of her life.

The Mother...

Why did you prepare Azka for Nana?

Can't Nana choose Nana's own companion?

I'm a monologue in my heart.

Lying on your bed, makes me feel comfortable. The fragrance of mother is still so pronounced.

Mommy, is marrying Azka om really the right decision? Isn't everyone in a hurry?

Although comfortable, I could not close my eyes.

Sitting on my lips, I opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed.

Turn on your phone. When it lights up, the wallpaper on your phone is a photo of the three of us. Papa, mother and I.

Mother still uses the photo even though she is already in contact with om Azka. Does the mother still save her love for papa, until.. relate to om Azka only a status?

I open the photo gallery on my phone. It was just a picture of me from childhood to adulthood. There are no photos of Azka. Actually, what kind of relationship did you live with om Azka during these three years?

Tok.dok...

"Non..", call the aunt.

"Yes bik, come in."

"It turns out non in mom's room. It's non, there's Azka sir."

"Do you want him here? Do you want a visiting magrib?"

"Not knowing non, just meet first. If the magrib hunt can be continued later."

I lazily came out of my mother's room. I followed the aunt who had first approached om Azka.

"Then the aunt stayed first."

Me and Azka nodded.

"Why om? What's the need?"

"The letters have been submitted to KUA. Tomorrow bada Friday, we can carry out ijab qobul Na."

Azka said slowly .

" Tomorrow?"

"Yes. Shouldn't good intentions be implemented immediately?"

"But om. getting married is not easy. We have not been close all this time. How can we suddenly live a life like a husband and wife? Om also knows, Nana's still in school. Nana still wants to continue to the college of Nana's choice. Nana wanted....."

"I won't limit it to all Na, as long as it's still in the fair stage."

"Okey.but, I have a request."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What request? As long as I can, I will do it. If you can't, I'm sorry."

"It has to be."

"Try,member!"

"First. Tomorrow, we will only ijab qobul. No parties. Our marriage cannot be known by many people. In addition to the om family and Nana's family."(nana means, bibik and his employees only)

"We married Nana. Obviously we're involving the office here."

"Oh.. Okay, say the same to RT sir. To keep all this a secret."

"Then the second one?"

"Om Azka who lives here, not Nana who comes to Om's house. Because after Nana, it's usually the woman who goes with her husband."

"Three, don't curb Nana. Because Nana knows Nana's limits "

"Fourth...."

"There's a lot of Na...."

"Om on them first!"

"All right."

"Fourth, sis said that Azka likes to help in the store. Later, um also help Nana take care of the mother's shop."

"Udah? anything else?"

"Nana didn't think!"

"That's your request.I'm also entitled to dong request from Nana?"

"Hemm... depends!"

"It's not fair that you have a request."

"OKAY. What is om's request?"

"Om only got one request."

"What?"

"After we get married, let me exercise my rights and obligations as Nana's husband."

"Rights and obligations? Wait...what do you mean?"

I confirmed my sitting position.

"What is it? What obligation ?"

"You are a smart child Na, you educated mother with good religious knowledge. Later Nana find out for herself, what are the rights and obligations of husband and wife."

"Is there no easier request?"

"That is, you pretend to be ignorant of the rights and duties of a husband and wife?"

I'm unmoving. How could I not know, whereas only yesterday religious lessons about marriage have been discussed at school.

"Alright if Nana already understands, I go home first.Oh yes this, tomorrow wear this."

Om Azka thrust a paper bag at me. The contents of the paper bag are a set of white kebaya.

"Remember, bada dhuhur you have to be at home Na."

I looked confused. So fast, God?

"I'll go home first, see you tomorrow at school and here. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam." I answered Azka's greeting listlessly.

A right? An obligation? Hearing the explanation of the priest alone has made me horrified, how about to run it with om Azka?

"Money!"

"Yes bik. Tomorrow, after Ijab qobul bibik go straight home huh. My aunt has sent me a travel."

"Huh? In a hurry, really bik? Bibik ninggalin Nana both the same om Azka?"

"Heheh non Nana funny. From the beginning of his plan. If there's Mr. Azka, bibik calm ninggalin non Nana."

I sat down sluggishly leaning against the back of the sofa.

"Pray non, let all be waged. Or should non Nana not just go to school?"

"Ngga bik, tomorrow nana stays at school. There's replicas. Tomorrow at eleven o'clock Nana is home from school."

"Yes, non Nana eat first what do you want to pray magrib first?"

"Congratulations, thank you, bik."

"Yes, non."

Huftttt...is this a nightmare ??