The Curse of Love
Part 23 Love Is Not Always Beautiful
I gasped from my sleep hearing Juned yell right beside my left ear.
"Mr..wake up...Syifa is a palette..."
"Haduh..why did Juned bring Syifa's sister play up to the nak's bitterness?"
I rushed out and saw Syifa was full of water mishaps.
"Everything what the mama said was obeyed, if this naughty thing happens, right?"
"Where are you two going to play in broad daylight like this? I told you to take a nap."
I bathed Syifa and Juned together. Then tell them to take a nap.
"So this goes straight to sleep, no more toys wait for sister Dina to come home from school."
"Mamak wants to print bricks again yes.mumpung day is still day."
After they fell asleep, I slowly left them. I went to the printing house not far from my rented house.
At first I did this job all my hands bruised all, because sometimes squashed red brick molds are quite heavy. But thank God after a few days I can do it.
It is not easy to get 1000 bricks. Because the calculation of the money is 1000 new seeds can be 100 thousand rupiah.
It used to take me 5 days to get 1000 seeds, but Alhamdulillah now 2 days can be. The sooner my work is done, the sooner I get the money for the purposes of our daily lives.
It has been 2 months since Sofwan was taken away by his brothers to be admitted to a mental hospital, and until now I have been unable to contact my own husband.
Even just to ask the news is no longer allowed by them.
And during that time I also had to fight desperately to work whatever is important halal to support my children.
At first it was hard to make a living by myself, but my strength grew to see my children and my hope of seeing my husband recover and be able to get together with us again.
Even that maki caci was still clearly ringing in my ears.
"Basar stupid wife is useless..take care of husband is not becus...what are you doing so that our sister could be like this?"
The time Mr. Rt asked me to tell Sofwan's condition to his family produced extraordinary results for me.
Insults, insults and insults and even a slap landed on my face. Fortunately the people swiftly detained and protected me.
But the threat from sister Nuri and sister Anya is completely evident.
"Don't try to contact her, even just to ask her how she is, you understand?"
"We hate you even more, let alone seeing our sister's suffering like this."
My heart aches.my feelings are broken.know what they are about our lives because all this time only in-laws care about our lives.
And after my in-laws died, family relations were cut off. Mas Sofwanpun like deliberately breaking ties with his brothers because he did not want to see me always insinuated even not infrequently reviled.
Until this moment I do not know whether Sofwan mas healed or still sick.
I understand and understand our economic life is getting harder especially since Sofwan was fired from his first job.
When he was hospitalized, the company fired him too often.
That was when Dina was 6 months old. In the end my husband worked odd jobs to meet our needs. Until the bike was sold plus my son Dina, his physique was not as strong as his sisters.
In the end, he got a job as a cleaning service at a private hospital.
The salary is not as big as it was at work, but Sofwan always taught me to be grateful.
"Whatever fortune we may have, we must give thanks to the One who gives."
That is the advice of my husband that I always remember until this moment.
Not as beautiful as at the beginning of our marriage, after 9 years of building a household, it turns out the trials came.
I can't believe my husband looks tough on the outside, but fragile on the inside. So that mental illness came to him.
"You knew? our little brother never felt short of anything."
"He dared to oppose us his brothers, it was because of whom? it's all because of you..."
Anya's index finger was pointing right in front of my nose. I tried to hold back the tears from falling because I didn't want to look weak in front of anyone.
He always stood up for me and always protected me, but now? He laughed happily with empty eyes.
"We are trying to treat our sister, if Sofwan can no longer be cured of his mental illness, then the person who should be responsible for all this is you...!"
"Let's go. There is no point in talking too much with this stupid woman, it can never be digested all our words by her.
Sis Juwita did not say a word to me, then she also stepped following sister Nuri and sister Anya into the car.
That was the last day I saw him, until now I no longer know about his circumstances and whereabouts.
"Mom..."Dina surprised me who was busy working while daydreaming.
"Dina's home?"
"Just go to Dina's house, change her clothes directly hung yes let it not smell."
"Juned and Syifa where's mom?"
"Your sisters are sleeping at home, you go home and eat there!"
"Yes mak, Dina went home first ya..."
I saw Dina walking past me working. The 8-year-old girl looked just like her father.
His face, his fair yellow skin, his smile and also his protective and tenderness properties.
I breathe heavily. The kid I never wanted to give you pocket money for school. Only armed with a drink in the bottle and fried rice in the supply place.
Stepping a bit limped against the scorching heat of the sun that was already nearing the afternoon. Maybe he was hungry and thirsty and tired and sleepy.
"Sir..your beloved daughter and pride are already great."
"Cheal quickly yes.let the father can see the children back."
As strong and strong as anything, I'm just a woman. I tried hard in front of my three children, but when I was alone like this, struggling with the weight of my work, sometimes I was weak.
At 16:30 I finished my work immediately. I don't want to go late in the afternoon. Because I have to shower, pray ashar and take care of the house.
Usually I go home to work, Dina has finished holding water and bathing her two sisters. I wash my clothes and heat my food. Because the dirty dishwasher was washed by Dina.
"Alhamdulillah..." Within 4 days I could have 200,000 rupiah of my brick print.
I can use it to shop for kitchen needs and some set aside to pay for the rent of the house.
At home, my kids are watching television.
"Well, did you bring snacks back for us?" Juned stood up to greet me.
I shared the snacks I bought from the stall for the three of them. My tired, mud-clad body was not felt, seeing their happiness.
After showering and praying, I got together with my three children.
"Mr..When do you come home? you haven't been with us for a long time."
I sighed hearing Dina's question. There's no way I'm telling them that his father was admitted to a mental institution. And maybe we won't be allowed to see each other again.
"Dina's friends at school know that the father is sick, they also pray that the father will recover quickly, mother."
"Yes son.we pray a lot to God, may you recover quickly and quickly go home yes.." I stroked her hair lovingly.
"May you heal quickly so that we can gather together again, whispered my heart."
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