My husband, I Love You
The Neighbor Yang Nyinyir

"Astaghfirullah's.... Undone my goodness,! I wanted to curse the troublemaker by surprising myself who was concentrating on fixing the location of the motor, but when I turned the rage became a sense of astonishment and screams both of us.

"Train, O Allah Train....!"

"Mbak Latitude...!" Our cries broke as our hugs moved blue.

"I miss you!" The hug grew tighter as if it was going to part again.

Ratih's cry broke when he saw the actual condition, "make, is this really what happened? Dad told me, if you do, you don't have to go back there anymore, I know you must be strong," ratih's speech ended with hugs and cries between longing and lamentations about life that were far from real expectations.

We sat together and told each other stories with the days that we had come away from the unification of our senses, due to the loss of all communication and meetings over the years.

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A hopeful morning I began the whole activity with prayer and the spirit of the family who always supported me.

The application of the Institutional Establishment Deed to the local Notary, and the permit letter from the local Disnaker is still pending, as the founder of the job land under the guidance of the design-related educational institution.

Lintang starts all his activities with enthusiasm, while Ratih helps arrange the space, while sometimes Shasy's ignorant hand teases them both with his candlestick.

"Sir, have you been receiving stitches for a week opening this place?" Tanya Ratih seriously, because on top of the clothes hanger there is only a small pile of cloth, even then he believes it is their personal fabric.

"Yes not yet, but mbak already cooperated with confection and vocational school, so just relax deck, after all this is the first," my smile is enough to give to Ratih to just entertain.

Ratih is my only brother, our age gap is not less than five years, but indeed between me and him is very much different in pursuing ideals, he is more active while I am more towards what is, and not too able to think about a higher level.

On the other hand, the cost is also a stumbling block in our education at that time, but Ratih was able to achieve his dream to enter medical school smoothly. Scholarship because his brain is more watered down than mine.

"Mr... I already have a lover, but hearing mbak stories like this I get scared mbak, even though the day after tomorrow they will. Here and I also have not had time to talk with father and mother to prepare," complained Ratih which of course makes me look surprised.

"Lohs.... Every walk of life will be different Train! We are brothers, but our lives could be. It will be much different" I said to him as I sat beside him and tried to give him a little explanation.

”mbak failed in marriage, and it's obviously nothing to do with you, Ratih,"

"Trust that one's life has its own measure, do not be afraid to step immediately tell father and mother, deck," I pulled Ratih's hand to follow my steps to find where father is.

Pride for me too, if my sister is going to live a household ark and her happiness is obviously my happiness too.

For me the household life that I lived yesterday, is a sorrow that I never imagined to make my daughter as a victim in it.

Perhaps this has become my fate line.

Although only simple but of course still have to prepare as well as possible, because it could be this first meeting as a bridge to the life of Ratih.

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"This is Lintang his son former lurah village huh, ish why are you so skinny like this Lintang? Your man is divorced in you well, pity! Then you're donk's widow? Geez Asal don't be a safe do you live in this village again," I heard a very bad voice once in the ear, I almost slapped his mouth when my hand was not held by Ratih.

"Whose mother yes, I forgot what the immigrant mother in our village! But you better not patronize anyone or give any advice about our lives," of course if there was a glass in front of me, maybe I could see my dark face holding back anger.

Again I have to rise from the oppression that I have been receiving, and I do not want to happen after coming out of the house Iwan mas Iwan it is also still I experienced, he said, in essence, I must be strong even with a storm.

"Already mbak, do not be served later that we are like people who lack work, ish!" Ratih immediately took me to another place to look for the needs that we were looking for.

Emotions are sometimes difficult to control, but patience seems to have its limits too when I still hear babbling, half-old woman that I have never known before.

"That's right! So the woman who is a pinter work, let's not stay in a serong sampe bunting tuh co-workers, ouch..duh...duh!" But the mother seemed to know who I was, so it was so smooth insinuating me.

"Mom, the mouth if nyerocos in the care of donk, we do not know each other loh!"

"It's mbak! Let it be possible at home he is also having problems as well, come on!" Ratih strongly led me away from that place, and inevitably I had to obey also rather than a real commotion, increasingly making trouble runyam.

I don't know who that woman is, it seems like she knows all too well about me and strangely I don't know her, but.... That stupidity was his right to comment.

I and Ratih went to the vegetable seller, leaving the woman who smiled cynically at me.

A moment makes me feel low with the curse of a young widow, of course the image is bad I will see for the future.

It was a little afternoon, Ratih and I rode the bike with a little heavy and a lot of groceries, in preparation to welcome the arrival of friends and prospective Ratih.

"Lintang, you why after coming home from the market is like bearing such anger!" Investigating my mother who had been watching me before might be watching me without me noticing.

"You must be patient Latitude! A person's life in the future who will know? Your current status alone certainly makes a different response for each person around you, so you should focus more on the desires that you are pioneering at this time," my mother seemed to better understand the contents of my heart that I was difficult to express.

Miserably.... But how else!

Inevitably I must rise and this is my main goal.

"Maybe I have a lot to learn again Ma'am, excuse Latitude Ma'am! It didn't happen the way we wanted" again the pain I felt, did I regret it? Exactly yes!

Ting.....