Not the Perfect Wife
292. S2 - At Wulan's house
"No, Non. Ms. Aini just stayed alone with Ms. Laily. Many like Ms. Aini, but she refused him on the grounds that she only wanted to live alone with her daughter. Many say that Bu Aini is afraid that her future husband can not accept Ms. Laily, because when her son was a child, there was a man who wanted to marry Bu Aini, because in the past, there was a man who wanted to marry Bu Aini, but not willing to accept Ms. Laily and propose taking her to an orphanage. Since then, Ms. Aini always refused every proposal that came for her," replied Wulan at length.
"What does Miss Aini do besides teaching?" ask Afrin again.
"If the harvest season or planting rice, he usually goes to the rice field. If the dry season is like home, there is no job. Find a job in a difficult village, Non. That's why I went out."
"If Laily, is he still in school? Or is it working?"
"Mbak Laily has graduated from school. He works in a restaurant as a waiter there."
"Sir, did Ma–em mean I'm Bu Aini living with difficulties?" ask Khairi who was silent.
"Don't ask again, sir. My mother who has a rice field just a patch of life is lacking, especially Ms. Aini with the salary of a teacher who is sincere."
Khairi could not imagine how difficult it was for her mother and sister to live. All this time he lives in excess, but the woman who has given birth to him lives in deprivation. How hurt he was to think about all that. If so, who is to blame?
Oma is dead. His father was wrong, but his mother was also wrong for not trying to explain it directly. Back to fate, this is their way of life, there is sadness and tears.
Afrin rubbed her husband's shoulder. He knew there must be guilt in the man's heart. Although all is not the fault of Khairi. All of that is the path that must be passed by Mama Nur. Afrin also can not imagine what has been experienced by his mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
Mr. Hari just silently listened. She doesn't know who Aini's mom is? However, from what he caught from this conversation, that the woman seemed to be very important to his employer's son and daughter-in-law.
During the trip, a lot of what Wulan told about the journey of Bu Aini's life. Many of her early arrivals blasphemed her for allegedly becoming pregnant out of wedlock, but after she showed evidence of her divorce, the citizens believed. After that he was asked by the village head to teach teaching, when there was one of the residents who accidentally heard his voice teaching.
It did not feel like they had finally reached the village of Wulan's birth. A smooth trip makes for a shorter trip, four hours is enough for their trip. Moreover, Khairi and Pak Hari took turns driving so, no need to rest. While Wulan had fallen asleep even if only for a short while.
Exactly at three more than ten minutes, they arrived in front of the simple house of the Wulan family. Everyone came down, as well as Mr. Hari who was tired and wanted to lay down his body. Looks lonely on the left right. Everyone must be sleeping.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," said Wulan while knocking on the door.
"Waalaikumsalam" said a woman from within. The door of the house opened making a creaking sound. Out came Wulan's mother who wore a negligee with her long hijab.
"Mother!" wulan immediately hugged her mother. They both cry, surely because of the longing that has been piling up. Two years apart, not too much change for each other. They also often contact you via video call.
Wulan's mother looked at everyone, judging by her clothes, the woman knew that they must be rich. Wulan had told her mother that she was going home, but did not say with whom.
"Mom, this is Non Afrin and Mr. Khairi. They're my employer's son and daughter-in-law. If this is Mr. Hari, he also works with Mr. Emran," Wulan explained. Previously, he had already told her who his employer was and how the person was.
"Include me, ma'am, I am Afrin" Afrin said, extending her hand. The middle-aged woman greeted him kindly. Khairi and Pak Hari.
"I'm Nia, Wulan's mother" said Ms. Nia. "Come, in. Sorry, nothing at home. The shop is also closed. Wulan didn't say that her employer was coming, so I didn't prepare anything."
Wulan picked up a mat and held it in the living room. In their home there are no chairs. Every guest who comes is always sitting on a mat that has been dull and changes color.
Everybody sit there. Wulan went inside and came back with a few glasses of water. It was already midnight so, he couldn't possibly wake up the shopkeeper to buy sugar and tea.
After all Khairi and Afrin were unlikely to drink tea with the sugar he bought. Must be low-calorie sugar, like at his employer's house. In her village, there is definitely no.
"Please, Non. Sorry, there is only water," said Wulan felt bad. He knew very well how the life of his master was with a wide variety of food and drink.
"It's okay, Ma'am. The important thing is to relieve the throat" Afrin said, making Wulan smile.
"Mom, where is the princess?" wulan asked her mother about her daughter's whereabouts.
"There's in mom's room."
Wulan rushes off to see her daughter, who has been living for two years. While Afrin talked to Bu Sari. Khairi and Pak Hari just smiled listening. So fun to talk until not felt, the dawn of azan reverberate.
They go to the mosque. Fortunately Afrin carries mucena in the car so, there is no need to trouble the host by borrowing it. Wulan came with them, the princess also had not woken up, could still leave first.
After the dawn prayer, Khairi wanted to go to Bu Nur's house, but seeing the slightly dark situation, he canceled it.
Wulan's son is awake, Afrin gives him the toys and dolls he bought last night. The seven-year-old boy looked happy. He said it was the first toy he had. Before this, his grandmother had only made him a doll out of sewn old clothes.
"Mbak Wulan, we're going to Ms. Aini's house now, how?" ask Khairi.
Wulan turned her head towards Afrin who was in front of her who was also looking at her. Actually it was still too early in the morning, but seeing the magnitude of Khairi's desire, the woman finally nodded. From last night the man had not slept at all.
"May, sir, but the car can't get in, we're on foot. It's okay, right?" ask Wulan back.
"It's okay, Ma'am," Khairi said quickly.
"I'll call mom first. Let's play princess." Wulan called her mother and went with Khairi and Afrin. While Mr. Hari waited in the car while contacting his wife.
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