My husband belongs to his mother
A glimpse of the past
"I want to go!"
A woman packed her clothes into a tote bag. All her belongings were put into a large bag that already contained some of her clothes.
"Give the time, deck. The harvest is falling!" iba man held his wife's arm.The face of the man looked tired, busy pacing following the movements of his wife.
"From the beginning you were just promises but where is the evidence?! we're still living in a dilapidated contract like this."
"Kan, you know the deck itself, our crops don't match. Please understand! I'm gonna find an extra job so we can move, but, give it time!"
"Omong empty! It has always been." The woman rebuked right on her husband's face.
"Nr ...."
"What, mas? I'm tired, I better go! I'm sick of it!"
"Then what should we do? So you can stay?" ask the man in frustration.
"Sell your parents' house, the money makes us build our own house, while you can rent your parents' house for a while!"
"BABY!!!"
"Why? Don't agree?" Rubiah immediately laughed. Her lips swooped cynically. "CK ck ck basis of your calculation. I could have married a mental man like you. You should read it, if you don't have to sleep with people's children."
Seven years have passed since the unilateral breakup. Rubiah was reunited with Hilman. Her ex-husband. The meeting that made Rubiah feel the vibration in the chest.
Rubiah married after leaving her husband. The man she married was not much different from Hilman. A peppers farmer. Even the income is uncertain. However, his second marriage also foundered because of his ego.
Increasing age can affect maturity. The criteria pinned on a dream man will not be the same as youth. Now Rubiah wants a grown man. Be straight-minded and can guide her to get better. And what power if all of that was inside her ex-husband.
Not Rubiah if not stubborn. No matter if her husband already has a new family, he still forced his will. She plans an accident for her husband's family. Naas, that night it happened against his will. After carrying out the marriage contract because she framed her ex-husband and in the village's gang.
That night his intention was that he would monopolize Hilman's time. However, due to exhaustion he fell asleep. Coinciding with that Hilman was the one who delivered his wife and child who was just three months old back to the village sebrang.
And, Rubiah's plan to eliminate honey, it also adds one more life that drifted which is none other than her own husband. Hilman and his wife Sarah died on the spot. Leave the three-month-old baby boy, who cries in the arms of his lifeless mother.
The baby was Hamdan. A boy raised with a sense of compulsion. And even hatred. The reason Rubiah did not marry was not because he loved his son, but because of trauma.
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The shadow of the past made Rubiah publish a big smile.
Poverty is what Rubiah hates most. But she is just a village girl who does not have the beauty to inhabit to ensnare the rich man of her dreams. His soul mate was no more equal to his condition. Simple and only village man.
Hamdan is handsome, because he has a beautiful mother. The man named Hilman is also quite gallant even though only a villager, his stature is medium, brown-skinned ripe typical of a farmer.
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Hamdan accompanied Ayenir shopping. After the incident a few days ago, Hamdan still has not spoken to his mother.
Rubiah's whimper was also ignored. Hamdan feels deeply guilty for what happened at his wedding. Although time goes on, her love is still intact for Joya, as if the name of the woman has been tattooed on her heart and heart.
Ayenir was happy, because Hamdan wanted to take him out of the house. During her marriage to Hamdan, this was the first time her husband took her out of the house of his own free will.
"Mas, thank you" said Ayenir sincerely.
Hamdan only responded with a small smile. They were eating on the side of the road, enjoying a bowl of soto Lamongan at street vendors around the market.
Ayenir is a simple woman, not tall, not small, her face is typical of Javanese, sweet and unpretentious. His skin was not white but did not cover his charm.
Hamdan should have liked Ayenir very easily. But the truth is not. Joya's name is still enthroned in the first position. The woman's face, her smile, everything about Joya still reigns over Hamdan's soul. Not divorcing Ayenir because of responsibility. I don't know when he can keep deceiving his heart.
"Mas Hamdan!" The voice of someone greeting made Hamdan immediately turn away.
Joya along with a man Hamdan knew as a lawyer stood beside the soto cart as if to order.
No wonder why Joya can be here, because this tent stall is their favorite place, a place to spend time when the payday runs out. The place to fill the stomach after tired of shopping for monthly ingredients like Hamdan is currently doing with Ayenir.
Hamdan POVs
"Mas Hamdan!" I know whose voice it is. I quickly turned my head, and rightly found him there standing with a man I knew as his lawyer sometime ago.
Joya Jasmine, the woman I still love. I can't let him get out of my life. But I can what? After all the evil I've ever done. What can I do besides let go.
Wants me to grab it. Like I wanted a few days ago at the trial. But I'm self-aware, it's never going to happen.
I saw him talking to the mas-mas soto seller, it looks like the young soto seller saw me for a moment and looked at Joya afterwards. No wonder. Because we always come together, almost every month eating soto here. And now suddenly we came alone and brought each other.
Maybe the young man was confused. Just as confused as I am. I want to blame destiny. Why is it so cruel to separate me and him. He gave me a beautiful smile. He who used to respect me, he who used to always want to hug me and he who has been my biggest reason to fight to be the perfect man.
Ohhh!!!!! I'm dying without him.