Suppose that... (Turnable Time)
Remembering the story of Galang

Don't forget me who is also the main character in this story.

Let's rework it, so that my character doesn't sink in.

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I am the 2nd of three children.

I've been working since I graduated from Junior High School. I've been used to being the backbone of the family ever since my father fell ill and his brother got married.

That day, as usual, every time I came home from Bali. I always go to my girlfriend's house. Mila's.

" Tomorrow when you get married, you don't have to work anymore. Enough to help me keep the shop. You stay here, I'll make you a house." Said my boyfriend's father, Mila.

I'm only 20 years old, but I'm already working and have my own income. I've been to Bali every 17 years. I worked with my brother, helped my brother and became a silver and gold craftsman.

Mila and I have been dating for about 2 years, and during that time our relationship, especially with our family, was very good and close. Mila often took my family on vacation by car.

Yes, I admit that the Mira family is very rich.

She was rich until Mila's father told her that if we were married I no longer needed to work. He will even make a home for us. And of course it goes against my principles.

I'm a man, I'm supposed to support a wife. It's not me that my wife's family will forgive.

Mila is a beautiful woman, anyone would be happy if he became her lover. Especially me, but what is my day. I'm young, I still like to travel and date women. I also had an affair with a close friend of Mila. And strangely Mila always forgave me, yes even though getting an apology is very difficult and requires struggle.

then at the height of my and Mila's closeness, a storm will hit our relationship. So inevitably our relationship must be separated.

" Weton you're with Mila doesn't fit in, so you can't be in contact with her anymore. Just find another woman." Said My parents.

Me?, of course I'm very disappointed. I'm hardly any more excited to work, but I realize. I am the backbone of my family, my older sister who is married no longer focuses on her parents. My sister is still in school and requires a considerable fee. So I chose to pursue my work to support my family. My father who is also sickly makes me have to be extra enthusiastic in looking for money.

It turns out that moving on from Mila is not as easy as my shadow. But I always try to take my mind off her.

And that day, as usual I bought cigarettes in the supermarket with blue paint.

" Mal*ro white cigarette."

" One?"

" Yes it is."

" 25 grand." Said the cashier I know named Nita.

Nita's beautiful, and because I used to buy cigarettes at Nita's place of work. It made me feel love again.

I tried to get close to her and ask for her phone number, but I didn't seem to be Nita's type. It was proven I could never get his heart and attention.

Every time I come to buy a cigarette it's no longer Nita who's at the cashier table, but Novi. And I heard that Nita has been transferred to Lombok.

" Nov, find me a friend to chat with."

" Hmm, who is it?, did your approach with Nita's sister not go well?" Ask Novi.

" Yes, you should be able to judge for yourself. He has now been transferred to Lombok, when I was here I was very difficult to get his heart and his attention. Especially now."

" Yes, I'll find it."

I waited a long time for the number of someone Novi would give me. And who would have thought through Novi I knew Yumna.

The first meeting was normal, because I was just lonely.

The second and third meetings, why do I feel really like him.

With courage I invited Yumna to marry me. I asked her to marry me after that year's feast.

However, my plan that would invite Yumna to get engaged was canceled, because my father had to be taken to a Malang hospital. Given his worsening condition.

Until the time Yumna helped keep my father who was then taken to the Malang hospital, I was increasingly convinced to invite Yumna to marry.

But who would have thought and suspected that our marriage would be accelerated.

A few weeks after my father died, my uncle and some of my family came to Yumna's house to ask Yumna.

Like a dream, Yumna and I are now a married couple. I am certainly very excited because I wanted children from the beginning, and I wish my first child was a boy.

" 70% I can say that a father and mother are a woman."

The doctor's explanation left me a little disappointed, so on the way home after pregnancy control I chose silence. I'd like to protest but that's it.

" There's still 40% to hope that my son will be born a boy." Overshipped.

But apparently, my first child was a girl. Although disappointed but I am grateful because it turns out that I and Yumna can have offspring.

Day by day, I felt Yumna getting more and more rebellious.

She always refused if I asked her to come home, and stayed there for a longer time to accompany my mother who lived alone.

Actually my mom lives with my sister.

But because my brother is a boy and often plays and comes home late at night. I felt sorry for Mom because she had no friends. I hope that after marriage Yumna will obey all my wishes because I will stay at home with my mother.

" Are you still not aware also like my own mother who is in the house." My words were full of emotion to Yumna, as she continued to give excuses when I asked her to come home.

" You're an ungodly wife, never heard the husband's orders."

I used to hang out with Yumna every time Yumna came home from Bali and stopped by her house first.

What I was hoping for was Yumna to come home first, not to her house.

But in fact Yumna always reasoned because his house was first passed when he came home. So he decided to stay in his home first.

To be honest I don't like it, plus my sister always says that I can't wait to meet Ilmi. Makes me more emotional when Yumna always reasoned whenever I told her to go home. Even I'm not reluctant to threaten her divorce if Yumna doesn't come back home.

And, the thing I never imagined happened, Yumna being judged by my whole family, I was ashamed to have a rebellious wife like Yumna.

I?, of course, cursed Yumna, hoping that she would understand the cause and effect.

For how many days I learned that Yumna locked herself in a room with Ilmi.

" Where's Ilmi?" Ask Mom.

" In her room, let her introspect herself so she knows where she's at." My speech.

One week later, I went back to Bali alone to pack things at the boarding house. Because I've decided to stay with my mom. I did not comment on Yumna's opinion saying that I should not be too rash in making decisions.

But my resolve was that I would stay here with my mother, so I would always be able to keep an eye on Yumna's movements if she acted again.

I sold my favorite motorcycle to cover the debt and also the cost of renting a vehicle when lifting my goods from Bali to home. After buying a motorcycle at a cheap price, the rest of the money I gave to Yumna so that she could open a business.

" What a sale is that, rather than you being idle and silent just doesn't make money." I said to Yumna.

Yumna has decided that she will sell pulses and snacks for children.

The first month and several months after Yumna sales improved, sales increased sharply and customers also increased.

At that time I was proud because living in the village and not wandering can also make needs fulfilled.

But not for Yumna, he actually said that life here or in Bali is the same. The same in the sense that we still cannot save and fill financial distress.

" It's different, here we do not pay the cost money, and also the needs are met after all here are not all things when we are in Bali." My speech.

" Yes, that's because now my sales are selling, imagine if later my efforts begin to decline and until finally I can not meet our needs."

" It's not gonna happen." My sergeant.

I continued to interrupt what Yumna was saying. And over time I began to think what Yumna said was true.

My income is too little every month makes me always quarrel about money with Yumna.

And I also lost the spirit of working because the salary I received was a little, and inversely proportional to the income when I was in Bali.

Yumna's income was reduced, she complained more often Because He suffered such a huge loss. I was getting frustrated because I couldn't meet the needs of my family. It turned out that all this time I could because I got help from Yumna.

And now, I let Yumna earn extra income by making brushes. I often see Yumna not sleeping at night because I have to pursue deposit targets.

I was thinking last night. Then I decided to go back to Bali.

With a heavy heart, I told Yumna to wait a few months before she chose to come back.

LDR with wife's son is quite torturous. However, it seemed to improve my relationship with Yumna. I felt like I was back in our courtship, sending messages to each other and longing for each other.

Six months later, I told Yumna to follow me to Bali because I had a boarding room. And it turns out that we re-occupied our first boarding room that I had occupied when I was single until I married Yumna.

The woman I missed is back with me. I was grateful to have Yumna, the woman who never complained, even though she already knew that I couldn't give her anything, but she never showed that she was so disappointed in me.

" I'm sorry, because I can't buy a bed for the three of us."

" It's okay, if later my father has paid for the lack of a bicycle money that we will give to buy a mattress."

That night, I was so happy that I was finally able to reunite with my son and wife.

And,

The happiness that I thought could last a long time was not. The impact of Covid made my work very quiet, I also often bickered with Yumna

Sometimes I get upset because the money I give Yumna is always running out, and Yumna always brings up my expenses of buying cigarettes and sometimes it is a bird race.

" I'd rather race birds than I play women you choose which one?" I said as Yumna nagged as I came home from the bird race.

" Just play girls there. I'd rather be." Ketus Yumna's.

The day passed, we were getting more and more bickering, making me more dizzy. So I decided to go fishing every afternoon.

My dizziness is increasing no less Yumna said if she was 2 months pregnant.

This news is very burdensome for me, given the economic conditions are still very far from stable. But what power, aborting it actually adds more sin.

" Well, there's a cheap mattress." Yumna said while I was at work.

" I don't have any money."

" Ilmi Necklace only for sale. I've also asked my mother's permission, if the necklace I give you will use for the cost of labor."

Although heavy, I finally agreed with what Yumna said. Actually I do not want to, because Ilmi's necklace has been sold before.

The day of our second child's birth came, I, who was hoping to get a boy, again had to swallow a bitter pill. Because it turns out my second child is also female.

I tried to comfort myself by telling Yumna, maybe it was fate to be given only a daughter's care.

I hope after this, the family economy will improve, but it is getting worse. It made me and Yumna fight a lot.

I'm tired because Yumna is so stupid and not good at managing finances. He always spent the money I gave even sometimes I gave him two hundred thousand, and it ran out in 3 days. Does Yumna not know how dizzy I'm looking for money.

For that I choose to go fishing and sometimes a bird race to eliminate my saturation. I was tired from working all day, and at home Yumna asked for money on the grounds that some needs had run out.

With an annoyed face, I gave Yumna a piece of money. Not infrequently I am always angry because I think Yumna is too wasteful.

And strangely, Yumna always compares with my cigarette money as well as the money I spend every time I race.

" The money works so you have money, don't just sleep."

The word I used to say when Yumna wanted to ask me for money to buy something she wanted.

I don't know, I'm really tired of working, plus years of work I can never have a dime's savings.

Actually I really hope Yumna will work, like women in general who live in these boarding houses. They all work, while their husbands take care of the children.

I also often feel annoyed when Ilmi always ask for pocket money to me.

Not infrequently I also scolded him as a result of my fatigue at work.

I we don't know if forever my family's life will be like this. Want to open a business but do not have capital, because if only rely on working as a silver and gold craftsman will not have a future.