My Life Diary
11. My husband changed

"Dek .. Ina and Eli came here"? ask the man when he gets home from work.

"Yes bang!"

"They talk about what the deck is"?

" Just have a normal conversation, why did you ask the cake? something you're hiding from Muly, right"?.

"Nothing.. only Abang wants to know, do you guys gosipin Abang ?".

ngok ...

not maybe! my conscience says something else.

I'm sure there seems to be something hidden from me, only brother Ina and brother Eli would dare to tell me this directly.

Now that my pregnancy has entered three months, my husband's bad habit of going out at night still seems to be unstoppable, sometimes even going home at 4 am on the grounds of watching a ball game.

Almost every night I and my heart feel empty there is no place to vent, I want to be noticed like in a romantic movie, sleeping on the lap of my husband sharing stories with love.

Alamaackk....

Enjoyability....

For me it's a false hope. It seems my husband more and more days do not understand my feelings. indeed I am united in this household work can not, can not it later sauces, soybeans, if it hurts I am also a repotin, those words that have always come out of my husband's mouth since I was pregnant.

Honestly yes.....

Actually I'm bored at home constantly.groomed and chalked, covered again to the mattress.

What is bosannn?

Auuu....O Allah. What shall I do?

I don't need all that, all I need is a husband's understanding for a wife who is pregnant with her child.

One night I asked my husband to come home quickly because my stomach started to hurt so much, but what answer I received.

" Don't be too spoiled, pregnant people are so sick that the stomach will go away on its own" said the answer that came out of my husband's mouth.

" Patience muly" I said in my heart as I stroked my stomach and chest, this must have ended in happiness.

I hope.....

Tings.....! SMS voice in,

I woke up to get my phone in cas on the table.

There's a text coming in from an unknown number. I'm trying to read it.

"Assalamualaikum Muly's sister Sarah sis! trust the father and mother, on Monday the brother and bang Usman are told to go home, there is a proposal event Sarah. don't forget yes brother! TTD Sarah is Muly's sister.

Oh Allah..I was shocked and happy to read the text from my sister Sarah, you finally got a mate too.

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The next day before my husband left for work, I wanted to deliver Sarah's proposal.

" Bang ..last night there was a text message coming in from the father, he said we were told Monday to go home there was a proposal deck of Sarah".

" Abang can not go back deck, Abang's work can not be left, Sarah's proposal even though we do not go home the show will still take place also Khan"?

" Oh Allah.bang!..."

" So I have the heart to say so, this is the request of father and mother bang".

" We're this family bang".

" Udah ..nah enough Brother can not go home, if Muly wants to go home, please". said bang man while supporting the motorbike and rushed to work.

Tega.you bang! while crying, I went into the room.

why has my husband changed now, he married me but did not want my family.

Suddenly heard from far away the sound of the motor bang man, he returned home again, has the bang man changed his mind? my question is in my heart.

" Deck..dek "! heard from outside.

" Yes bang" I got up and went out of the room to open the door.

" Adek get ready to continue yes, later in the afternoon after work our brother left". said bang man while out and go again.

" Yes bang.." I replied with a cheerful smile.

waaahh...

Turns out my husband didn't see me cry 😭😭

I prepared some clothes that I had to carry and put in the bag, as well as my husband's clothes. I remember the money that Ina gave me yesterday, I better take it, I take the money that I hid under my clothes and I go into my little bag.

I can't wait to get to my parents' house, how it's been, almost half a year I haven't been home.

After all the necessities I had to bring were done, I had taken a shower and dressed in black with light blue pasmina jelbab, this was still the same clothes I wore yesterday.

I never asked to buy a new shirt from my husband, to be fed well I was grateful.

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By that afternoon my husband came home from the garden where he worked, very hurriedly went straight into the house.

"Dek ..is ready? let's Anterin's brother go out for the night".

" Lhuh.."

"But take a shower first". I asked to see a man who was sweating.

" Then I go home to take a shower".

"Huh......?"

"When you get home? don't tell me this brother is just muly".

"But bang,! Muly's got a change of brother's shirt in the bag".

"Yes out again can't".a very upset answer from my husband.

"Abang sure you can't go home"? ask me one more time.

"My father said from earlier, Brother can not go home, in the garden again the harvest can not be left".

With a very disappointed heart I stepped on the bike with my husband.

Along the way I was silent with a thousand languages, my heart was crying over how I was alone coming home to my husband Tampa next to me. I'm not used to traveling alone, let alone this being a night out.

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Two hours into the journey, not a word came out of our mouths, until we reached the bus stop.

Not long after the bus to North Aceh came.

" Come deck, get on fast" while leading me on the bus.

" Bang....!"

" What else..? ask husband.

"Greetings first" I answered while kissing my husband's hand.

Bang man gave his hand and ran forward to the bus driver. It looks like my husband took out some of the money that was paid to the driver.

From behind the car window I saw my husband say.

" The fare deck is already paid for ya".

The bus was speeding up, from behind the rearview mirror still seen my husband's body still standing in the street staring at my departure, not feeling my tears fall on my cheeks.

" Mom crying "? ask a passenger sitting next to me.

I smiled as I rubbed my tears with my pasmina jelbab.

" Where are you going "? ask again.

" I want to go back to North Aceh" I replied

" OOO ..bemeans we're one goal".

" Yes, her husband"? ask him again.

" Yes." My answer is short.

Along the way we talked - chatted a lot so that I did not feel asleep.

Suddenly........

" Sir.mbak wake up, we've arrived".

I opened my eyes and looked out at the bus, which was already at the bus terminal.

I got up and got off the bus, and the rain started pouring down on the city terminal.

" Sir.mbak wait a minute" the voice of the driver called me.

What is this ? I stopped and the driver ran towards me.

"Mbak.ini the change, the husband said the change was told to mbak aja.

" Thank you bang"

" Yes the same - same mbak".

Turns out my husband still has a little attention for me, even if the change is only 20 thousand but enough to ride a motorcycle to the mother's house.

The clock has shown at 21:10 wib, there is not a single motorcycle taxi in this terminal, is it possible because of the rain?.

It started raining heavily I started to get cold, it seemed like I was nauseous - nauseous.

Do not vomit, I refrain from vomiting by kissing the eucalyptus oil I brought earlier.

" O Allah... How is this "? I'm starting to worry, if ojek is not there should I sleep here? I said in my heart.

I remember now, yesterday Sarah sent a message with a new mobile number, who it is, it's not wrong if I tried to call the phone number yesterday who knows can help.

I opened the text that Sarah sent yesterday, and I called the number.

tiiddd.

apparently in.

" Hello .. assalamualaikum" Sarah's voice was heard.

" Walaikum greetings.dek..dek..ini brother"

" Sister Muly..? what's up, brother?

"Dek ..kak Muly again at the terminal please tell me to pick up brother yes" I said while crying and my whole body was shaking.

I heard Sarah's phone panicking.

" sir.pak.kak Muly terminal alone, please pick up brother" heard the voice of the mother all panicked.

" Sister.kakak just wait there yes, soon the father comes". while hanging up the phone.

I shiver more and more, I try to hug the bag that contains the shirt hoping that my body feels warm.

Twenty minutes later he arrived at the terminal.

" Why are you coming home tonight, where's your husband ? can't he go home?. Father seems angry.

" Udah.pak, Muly will tell me at home, now we go home first" I said while winning the emotions of the father.

Father took out a raincoat from the trunk of his motorbike and I put on a raincoat and then we went home to the house, which was there waiting - waiting by my beloved sisters.