RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 67

I'm gobsmacked. Jeez Saniah..... I can't speak anymore. I hugged my best friend with a bad feeling. " I'm sorry, I just don't think, how can you still love a man who never appreciated you as a wife? " my sobs between sad and upset. I was saddened by the fate of my best friend's married life and upset that I couldn't do anything about it because my best friend was still protecting her husband.

" I am telling my husband's shortcomings not to be made a mockery by you, Asma" Saniah said on his sobbing. There was a growl caught from his tone of speech to me. I stretched my arms.

" Oh, I should've cracked Jubair's two eggs. Let it break. It's good to be girls. Let's get one more jerk off like him." I was upset when I heard Saniah's words.

" Sickness, you Asthma! "his thesis while ruffled his waist.

" You are sick. The cheating husband is so, still being grieved. Nioh .. Niah.., assort male stock shortage only. It's still profitable. Try if you are pregnant, then left cheating like I was with Syafrie.. can nyahok you..! Oh. sorry forgetfulness.. She's a pussy, how can you get pregnant." I closed my mouth and held back my laughter.

" It's so cruel that your mouth, Asthma." said Saniah with glazed eyes.

" Yes, I am cruel. Very cruel, indeed. You want, what? " i said while looking at Saniah sharply. My best friend's tears don't make me feel sorry anymore. There is I who greget because of his attitude that still defends his depraved husband. " Already, Niah. Just release. Many women now claim divorce from their husbands. Jubair has many shortcomings. You have a reason to get divorced anyway. Just say he can't give you a descendant. Jubair doesn't know himself. Already knew he was an impotent man, still cheating... You are, yes. Want to be fooled by your wicked husband... Ants are hurt, what else are we humans, heloww.."

Mampus. .. mampus deh Saniah. His heart was bleeding - blood upon hearing my words. Maybe at this time she must be immediately realized so that her heart's eyes are open and willing to leave her cheating husband.

Man is given God of reason and conscience

No less, God even sent prophets as role models for the people. But we as humans are also required to be accountable for all our actions in the hereafter. Well, that Jubair is an example of a man who should not be made a priest by my Friend Saniah, whereas Saniah hoped to awaken Jubair with a prayerful chant - his prayer was trying to save the man from the lick of Hell with the name of love.

" That's it, Asthma. Let it be their responsibility later in the afterlife. "sani's great-grandson is soft, barely heard in the noise of the exhaust of the palm oil truck passing by. But unfortunately the sharp ears of Asthma heard it.

I shook my head inexhaustibly. I lifted my chin up in annoyance because I wanted to beat this friend of mine for his stupidity.

" I thought I was the most selfish woman in the world, but I was wrong. You're more selfish than me. You took advantage of Jubair's affair and left him with his sins, while you went to heaven alone. Wicked you, niah! " I'm upset at my best friend's thoughts. " Do you think God doesn't know he'll ask you later? Why did you allow your husband's depraved behavior without any intention to resuscitate him? Chum..... I am patient, O God. I am waiting for You to realize it, O God. So, you will answer me with God, Niah? " my lips to the woman who has been my best friend since childhood. " Heh, listen... It is precisely you who will be first thrown into the burning hell of Hell - the flame of having let a quarrel happen before your eyes. Let the marriage be the same as you have done the marriage yourself." I said again.

" Don't equate me like you, Asthma. I can't throw Kak Jubair away like you threw Syafrie away, because I love Kak Jubair so much."

My head feels like it's about to break hearing my best friend's confession. Yep.. Allah, .. how could my friend still love her husband who is already bright - the light of cheating in front of his eyes.

" Niah, listen. We women, marriage is a choice in reaching God's heaven through our devotion to the husband. A marriage based on love and trust, it is a good marriage, but if the marriage we are going through will only make us feel miserable, then the best path is separation. Although it was opposed and hated by God, "I said more and more sharply to warn my friend.

Saniah's lips were drawn down to hear every strand of words coming out of my beraiku. Spicy and very sad. Ironic indeed. Instead of comforting my best friend, I threw him into a deepening pit of sadness.

" What's wrong with the title of widow? I've already held it. There's nothing you need to fear. Society's views? Huh, .. come on. Saniah, in this world where there is a woman who wants to bear the status of a widow. But if it's fate, we don't have to be afraid. Just walk. The most important thing is to focus on making yourself happy. Because if it wasn't you who did it, who else on this earth would be able to. Don't you think of anyone else's response to you "I said as I stroked Saniah's hand.

My best friend raised his face, looking at me deeply. " You're absolutely right about all that. But I can't stand to hate Jubair. Eight years into our marriage, he never once was so rude to my parents. As you know, my family was never a capable person. Let alone to send us to school, to eat only my parents had to work a job - panting first, for the sake of just to buy a kilo of rice. We even ate a pack of instant noodles that had to be divided by eight, so we did not have money to buy rice. You know how many brothers. To support eight mouths, my father had to work dead. But all that changed since the arrival of Kak Jubair. He gave my father the capital to open a small business by opening a rice mill in this village. From that moment on, I no longer dizzy thinking about our stomach affairs. My school and my sisters he's the one who financed. My title, the title of my sisters, all because of the mercy of that man you call a sissy, Asma. That is why, despite as much pain and as sad as what suffering has Kak Jubair to me, I still can not hate the man. Good to my family I will never be able to reply." said the woman who holds the title of friend Asmawati Basrie and then fell in my arms, sobbing sadly while hitting her chest.

" What do you do, dong? Your time must go on."

Saniah.

" I pray that happiness will finally come to you" I said, stroking Saniah's head.

"Hopefully the bird Jubair can not stand up again if you need to rot. May Jubair die in regret for the rest of his life. "my prayers are in my heart for being too furious with my best friend's husband.

I let Saniah cry all over in my arms. I was confused how to behave myself. It's strange when it comes to debt. Not far away. I experienced it myself too. Next to Syafrie's kidney until now I can't pay. Not to mention the matter of rice fields, gardens and houses that Syafrie redeemed. It is complicated if we have to pay the name of debt.

However, the real case of Saniah and I is different. Saniah considers if he does all because he considers all the goodness of Jubair as indebtedness. As for myself, I consider all the goodness of Syafrie as the atonement for all his sins of the past.

We were immersed in each other's thoughts.

" Astma, take Saniah to dinner in the kitchen. There's your favorite sour vegetables" said Ammak Barre, quaking our daydreams.

We had dinner with Ammak Barre's family. Ambo Naim, the husband of Ammak Barre welcomed us warmly. He was busy telling me about the success of his son who could enter the Police Academy Education in Balikpapan. Yes, indeed Rizal, one of Ammak's children managed to escape in the Police Academy. He is now the fruit of the pride of the family Ammak Barre. I smiled - a smile when I heard the story of Ambo Naim. Finally there was also something he could be proud of from his five sons. Because his other four sons all failed in achieving the ideal.

I'm glad our conversation this time did not mention the fight of pregnant women and caterpillar women that occurred in the market last night. So, I was engrossed and grateful that this couple was being wise to us.

I've been standing in front of the porch since I finished dinner last night. It's 22:00 now. After dinner, Syafrie called and said she would pick me up after work. But until now, it has not seen the trunk of his nose. Is there a problematic unit or does he not get permission from his superiors to go home sooner.

I stood while staring at the highway. My eyes fell on the lights from the PT oil refinery. A rhinoceros that looks flickering from a distance. Why does my heart feel.

" Why, daydreaming? " Saniah asked me. I exhaled an annoyed breath. " Old shafrie, really..!!