Reaching Surgaku
The Boyong Husband
Tok.dok...
" Nduk, ummi can come in??"
" I can go in." I, who was in the room with my best friend Aruna, was helping me pack some clothes.
Ummi who immediately sat on the mattress helped put some clothes that I will bring to Jakarta.
" Nduk... ummi can order??" Tanya ummi to me who was busy picking up clothes in the closet. Hearing ummi will talk seriously I decided to stop my activities packing clothes and sit next to ummi.
" Nduk, now you are not only the son of abah and ummi but you are also the wife of someone. You should always obey what your husband says don't argue,if you want to go anywhere must be your husband's permission if your husband does not give you permission never dare to step out of the house and if later you have problems in your household do not ever take it out of the house finish it inside the house. Later if you miss the same brother and ummi you can come to visit us with in between by your husband, you can not come home here alone without husband accompanying you." Ummi resolute.
" Nggheh ummi. But alma still wants to stay here the same ummi, alma can ask permission to mas el to stay here accompany ummi he must give permission."
" Ummi believes that if your husband is a good man, he will let you stay here just as ummi. But Nduk a wife's duty is yes beside her husband, accompany wherever her husband goes no matter what circumstances."
" Neh mik."
" Take good care of yourself, Nduk. Don't trouble your husband and keep your husband's dignity."
After finishing packing alma, aruna and ummi came out to the living room. Alma sat beside el because el told her somehow the man's attitude was always good at certain times but it could be very cold when alone with alma.
After the family talks were completed, they also resigned and left for Jakarta using jetpri. Arriving in Jakarta el decided to invite alma to live in her apartment, he bought the apartment for a long time actually he bought it for him to live with sandra when they were married later but fate said otherwise, he actually lived in the apartment with another woman who is now his wife and gave the apartment as a dowry for her.
El and Alma arrived at an apartment unit, el opened the apartment by pressing several number combinations so that the apartment door was open. El shows the room that will be the room alma in the future and right next to his room is the room that will be in use el, el, el chose for them to sleep separately because el did not want the presence of alma in his life.
" You sleep here and I sleep in that room over there, this problem is enough we know. I hope you don't tell anyone about this when we sleep in separate rooms." He said to me with a flat face while standing while holding his chest.
" Have a rest, I have something to talk to you about tonight." He said as he passed away without looking at me.
With ogah I pull my suitcase into the room, what kind of household is this that I will live. Married without love, living in a different room, ballad house, married but not naked?? Is this a live or soap opera title?
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Although I do not like the person who owns this apartment but I must admit that I like the spacious kitchen, this is a paradise for women. Having a spacious and clean kitchen with complete cooking equipment makes me a little entertained to be here, this also makes me excited in serving food to serve. After finishing cooking and arranging my cooking at the dining table I rushed to call the owner of the house by knocking on his room. After several knocking the door was finally opened and the owner of the dwelling was now sitting at the dining table preparing to eat.
" There's something I want to say."
" Yes, yeah."
" So, I married you at the request of both my parents." That was the word he chose as our first chat material.
" A marriage like this is not in my dictionary. I don't want anyone to rule my life, but I can't resist my parents' wishes." Hearing her say such a thing made me stop my dinner activities, I lowered my head to face the dining table.
" Yes, I know it's not your fault either. I know you also have to follow your brother's orders. But tonight there is something I want to say and you must know, I do not love you or rather I cannot love you and treat you like my wife, out there is a woman who loves me and who I love so much she is my lover who has been with me, we have been in this relationship for as long as we are still the same sitting in college. Our dream is to build a happy household ark, but since there are you all destroyed I have to hurt the person I love the most. Now you understand why we can't unite and it's impossible to sleep in one room."
Word by word she spoke contained a dagger that slashed at me mercilessly. That's what I said before he left.
One by one my tears fell into my lap without me being able to hold. This is where I am today, I was just edited by a man who did not want me at all, he who made a promise to live on with me actually dumped me on our first night. Now look at me here like a withered flower in the wind, she, who only hours ago asked my parents for permission to ask me to stay with her, gave a harsh reality that slapped me so hard that it made me realize that I was not a real wife, I'm just a wife on paper who she uses as a protective shield from her parents' wrath. I am not his woman, nor his heart. I was just a display in his house that he used as his parents' tranquilizer.
I felt so small and worthless right now, I was like a withered rose before it flourished because the beetle was moving away from me. I could only silently accept her coldness towards me even though my heart ached when I heard her say that. But what can I do is I can't completely blame mas el because this marriage is not him who wants to. Maybe he's also a victim here because this matchmaking makes him unable to be with his lover. But should I feel this sick because of it, should he say that painful thing to me? What was my fault with her that she could treat me like this.