
Ilham snorted angrily, waiting at a nearby clinic to take care of the treatment of the back of Arimbi's head that was leaking from the stone throw from Aisyah. Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Ilham is not only alone because there is also Mr. Sukir as a representative of the residents. Pak Sukir was asked to be a witness so that Ilham took care of Arimbi's treatment properly.
Arimbi had thought to report his condition to Aidan, but Arimbi was afraid of disturbing until he chose silence. However, Arimbi asked the doctor to write in the description of his treatment, that the reason for his injury due to stone throwing by Aisyah. The information can also be used as evidence to report to the police if at any time, Aisyah acted again.
“You son of kyai, religious leader, how does his behavior resemble thugs?” siti's mother's nagging is set on the daughter-in-law. He sat Ayesha in the family room, but as long as they were there, Ayesha remained silent.
“Already, now go to the bathroom, and wash your clothes! Could be, the son of the religious leader kok botrok (soot)!” continued Siti's mother who was honest, the opportunity to scold Aisyah this time also he used to remove all her unkemns. Look, how Aisyah immediately looked at him angrily.
“What is it about you, anyway? Yes, the religious leader's son behaves like you?” continued Siti's mother and increasingly made an Aisyah withstanding anger. “Have started washing, without seeing who you are, don't make it an excuse to be lazy! Already lazy, behavior also looks like thugs!”
“Innalilahi, Mom. Mother is cruel. Do you want to be a bad father-in-law?” sergeant Aisha made religion a protector. He will really take refuge behind religion and also his status as the son of a religious leader who even has a famous boarding school.
“Taaai! Religion is religion, people are. It has become too stale under the guise of a man who takes refuge behind religion. Because rather than you busy talking, what is more recommended for you to do is wash your clothes and your husband's clothes, do not be lazy continue!” Because Aisyah is very difficult for her to advise, she said, “Times yes talk to you like talking to a stone. Chicken just don't like you!”
“I want to go home to my parents only!” pissed Aisyah.
Suddenly, Aisyah's apparent reply sounded angry, even more anger a Siti mother peaked. “Heran, .. wonder, totally astonished. The child of an uneducated person is not as talented as you are. Basic is not really!”
But in the end, Siti's mother forced Aisyah to wash her own clothes.
“Capek yes, Mom!”
Although the process of making Aisyah want to wash was very difficult.
“Try now I want to see, actually you are as beautiful as what? To the extent, you do not want to work and the owner is just lazy? As pretty as a doll how?” challenge Siti's mother and this time immediately makes an Aisyah no longer busy answering. Aisha was no longer busy giving him excuses.
Challenged to show the appearance, of course Aisyah did not want to bother. Therefore, he was forced to start drawing water and that by still leaving his body covered in scarves and veils.
“That's the game rolled first, no sin really, it's just Mom!” Ibu Siti is still chatty, still watching the son-in-law in washing clothes and the way is really careless. Bar-bar-like people never work.
Therefore, Siti's mother deliberately exemplified how to wash clothes to Aisyah. “Begini, .. better to soak for a while.”
“You, yes! Could not be polite gini to in-laws!” omel mother Siti.
“Ya Alloh, mamahnya mas Ilham diabolically!” inner Aisyah. Without going back to speaking, he washed his clothes in his own way. The way such bars were hit until the water following her clothes hit the mother of Siti. The way he deliberately did for Siti's mother to leave.
“He said son of Kyai, but his behavior is not sane!” upset Siti's mother decided to leave from there.
Abandoned by her mother-in-law, Aisyah immediately solidified her intention to invite her friends who incidentally punk children. Punk kid behaves more brutally than he does.
“Let Arimbi know the taste! Let everyone be disgusted to him!” steady Aisyah. However, only then did Aisyah realize, the robe she was wearing was her last outfit and it was already badly wet. “Duh, how's dong? What people say, even Siti's mother says if she knows actually me ...,” inner Aisyah who became ketar-ketir herself. Again, he made Arimbi the cause. “This is all because of Arimbi! If she wasn't prettier and kept feeling better than me!” his mind again that hurriedly covered his hands because he reflexes dingsing part of the arm upwards. Making a tattoo that witnesses the journey of his life and is there, looks very clear.
***
“Remember well, Mas. This is the last one. If your wife does anything again, please take her away from here! Because if it really happens, I don't hesitate to do it!” irked Arimbi wanti-wanti while preparing to be piggybacked by Pak Sukir who is still accompanying. They separated after Ilham nodded although the man did so while turning his face away.
After a long journey because the clinic he visited was further from the usual market he sold, Arimbi finally reached home. It's just that, the fact that the Rio mas motorbike in front of the house, has immediately made Arimbi feel very uncomfortable. Plus, it turns out that Rio mas is helping to weave iron to be used as the foundation material of the house. Although when he found Arimbi's return, the man whose path was still not normal was hurriedly approaching.
“Dek, to be honest ..” said mas Rio when finally they were only two in the living room of Arimbi's parents' residence. They sat face to face in a risban and were separated by a sturdy rectangular wooden table.
“What the hell is it, Mas? I noticed, there is a very serious thing that Mas want to say?” tanya Arimbi who then also said, “I should have no responsibility because I have not worked to Mas, right?”
Mas Rio gradually shook his head. The sweet-faced man who also had a very sweet smile, sighed deeply as the smile maintained.
“I already know everything. About why you got taken to the clinic. Because his wife Ilham who asked you to rush to get married, right?” rio said softly and very softly. It is very different from Irma's mother that every talk with Arimbi will become more like an evil spirit possession.
“Terus ..?” lirih Arimbi who was honestly already suspicious, Rio did like it. Rio wanted to establish a real relationship with her. Just look, the man sighed deeply, as if he was gathering the earnestness of even life for him to believe.
“Mbi ..., I ...”