Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 5 To The Old Man's House

Chapter 5

The Old Man's House

Thanks to Mr. Fandi's help, I was able to leave Surabaya and return to Kalimantan in the city of Pontianak. Return home with a million wounds that stuck in the heart. Setting foot in a house that leaves many memories of togetherness between me and Mas Heru.

I am helpless to face this all alone. How can I tell my parents about the strange household I am facing. Should I just shut up and wait until Mas Heru comes to this town?

Nah! Before he came to plead with his sweet words to my two parents, I had to first tell my parents about Mas Heru's behavior behind my back.

Although it was hard to tell my household problems, I still stepped towards my parents' second home. I hope they understand and support what has been my decision.

My father and mother lived very far away from the provincial capital. They live in a village that is still thick with the majority Malay culture here. The language used is still the local language. My family owns the land and gardens that many of my parents inherited.

Working together with the surrounding residents to cultivate the garden and harvest the results together. Until the citizens were quite reluctant with my father who often helped lift their economy.

A stilt house made entirely of wood was my parents' second home.

"Assynoltom..." I said as I continued to step foot looking for my mother's whereabouts.

Turns out mom was in the kitchen frying crackers. The stove immediately shuts off. Then the crackers are put into a container made of plastic.

"Waalaikumsalam, uh... You're not leaving In?"

I shook my mother's hand and kissed the back of that hand with reverence. My mother was surprised to see me because only 3 days ago I went to my parents' house to pay to see Mas Heru for a week there.

"Udah balek Indah Mak, this morning Indah sampainye."

"Grow into the friends? Ngape pulak you balek fast?"

"This is what I want to say with Mak. Ngape Indah bise balek fast. Mane Mak's father? Lovely pound son Dad hear what you want Beautiful to say."

"Your father is still in the field. Ade ape In? Important to see?!" Ask my mom while sitting on the dining table chair.

It was clear that my mother's face was shrouded in worry. I followed Mom sitting nearby.

"I don't know Mak. Beautiful no longer rasenye... Hicks..."

"Heei, is this ape? Why does Mak's son wines like this? Very weird?"

Mom rubbed my back. As a parent, I'm sad to see you cry. But I also can't hold back these tears that I've been wanting to spill.

"Assynoltom..." My voice distracted me and Mom.

"Waalaikumsalam," My mother and I answered almost simultaneously.

I slowly wiped away the tears, then approached Father and kissed the back of his hand in reverence.

"Well, Daddy, when will it come. Uh, you nanges In? Ken?" Ask the man who noticed my face. Like Mom, on Dad's face was a look of worry enveloped his face.

"Well, you were waiting for you to come. Die kate ade that I want to share with kite." Said Mother.

"Ade ape Lovely, let's here to know Dad."

Dad sat down with me and Mom. Not saying it yet, these tears have flowed back without me being able to hold back.

"Dad, knew. Then?"

"Rupenye die over there married my father, hyks..."

"Ape?!" Say Father and Mother in unison.

Just as I expected. Both of my parents were shocked to hear the news. Dad looked very angry and Mom also looked very disappointed. Mother sat weakly awake while Father seemed to sigh heavily.

"Bah lame I want to say this. This is what I didn't bother listening to Heru want to kerje outside the coffe." Said Dad.

"Mak didn't expect it, but Heru looked like a baek slave." Mom said disappointed and at first glance I saw Mom rubbing her eyes.

"That's it, don't look sweet talk then kire die baek slave. Rambot same black, but human heart doesn't know." Said Father.

"Since when has Heru cheated on you?" Ask Mom.

"Either Mak, neither does Beautiful know..."

"Then you want to be like In mane?" Ask my mom to look at me.

"Beautiful to split Mak, Indah not be kind to husband.  Mas Heru married tanpe license dolok with Indah. Die nak Indah lives one roof with bini mudenye. Mas Heru said he wanted to be fair, but Indah see Mas Heru more emphasis bini sirihnye of pade Indah. Beautiful do not want Mak, now pound and heartache Beautiful especially until forever Beautiful must look betige. Hicks..."

"It's true die kate so! Die nut forgets the skinnye!" My mother looked furious, even her breathing started to get irregular because it held back emotions. "Patience ye son, pity mother's son..."

Back Mom rubbed my back gently.

"Here you go, it's a hard pound to happen." Said Father.

He was silent for a moment, looking like he was thinking. Then not long after, Dad was heard sighing heavily again.

"So, are you sure with your innocence this In? Ape you don't want to cobe dolok like Heru wants? It seems that Die has no intention of divorcing you." Ask Dad.

"Beautiful Time met Mas Heru, die looked very affectionate with bini mudenye. Ape kate that woman, son, Mas Heru always tournotkan. Mas Heru looks not to be confused with nye. And the most make Beautiful pain, Beautiful not bun see their affection Daddy. Beautiful Heart is very skait. Hix.... Lebeh baek Indah removing from the pade should withstand prolonged pain. It's beautiful to come here so that Dad and Mak know the dolok sebelom later Mas Heru come here."

Once again I looked like I was breathing a long breath.

"Dad don't want to makse will, you pound that merasenye. If you rune that's more baek, Daddy hanye bise doekan ape pound of innocence that you're muddled, semoge you stay happy son." Said Dad.

"Hiks.. Makaseh Father..."

"That's it. Don't cry agek. I don't want to clean up a guy like that." Said my mother who still looked furious even with a slow tone.

"Iye Mak." I think what my mother said.

It is true that Mas Heru does not deserve to be cried. The man who ultimately gave this wound in the heart was worthy of me to throw away this feeling.

The provision of support and prayers from parents makes this heart feel a little calm and relieved. If Mas Heru comes later, I'm sure he won't dare to force me to remain his wife.

Considering that the leave is still 2 days away, that day I decided to stay at my parents' house. And will be back tomorrow afternoon.

Seriate...