The Happiness of a Wives in Sia Kan
THE HAPPINESS OF A WIFE WHO IS WASTED IS EPISODE 2 CHAPTER 1
My name is Indira Larasati I am the widow of flowers in my village.This is my story, when Ijab kabul completed my husband asphyxiated and he was rushed to the hospital. ill-fated he did not help how much my world seemed destroyed when I found out on my first night it turned out my husband had no life again. I sat in the hospital corridor. I waited for my husband's body to be brought home.I was so devastated that I cried even I could no longer. Just a blank stare there.why are all the trials so heavy for me. not to mention us who are not blessed.and wronged by my husband.I can only be silent without replying to their words.I entered my bridal room. after the night until he was in the tomb, I was always at his side. Seeing the bridal flowers still adorn my bridal room. I thought she was the one who would be the silent witness on my first night and my husband, but unfortunately all her lost love was buried under my husband. yes mas Adi Nugroho my husband's name.we dated about 2 years more. many challenges that we have faced from the Adi mas. because we are different caste. that is the reason. I was an orphan who only worked in a small office.in that office was my meeting with Mas Adi.
I sat inside the house staring at the glass window that showed the vehicle passing by at night.Today is the last of my idah and tomorrow I can get off work again. all clothes alm mas Adi brought by my mother-in-law.so there is nothing left about alm mas Adi in this house. now my world feels empty. I met his meal was allowed by my mother-in-law, so he did not hesitate to hire a tomb attendant to guard her.
"i have to be strong.I can't just be like this" I murmured in my heart.I went to the room after closing the window curtains. my memory is still fixed on the alm mas Adi I face to the side staring at the pillow nanar that has never been in his sleep.
When I looked at dawn I woke up to clean up and pray. afterwards prepare to go to work. I saw my eyes swell because of the crying last night. I wiped thin powder and thin pink lipstick and grabbed my briefcase.
"bismillah, I can definitely get through this!" while breathing rough I stepped out of the house. after locking the door I stood by the roadside to wait for the angkot to go to the office. about 10 minutes waiting for the angkot to come. I also climbed the distance from home to the office took 30 minutes. After until you stepped foot into the office. many friends welcomed my arrival. they encourage even some who cry.I was able to control myself until I smiled at them. during working hours at the beginning of each of us back to the work table. I saw the table mas Adi already occupying, I smiled to myself.However I had to be strong and mengikhlaskan mas Adi so that he was calm there. after 3 months more I did not go down to work. fortunately there are friends who replace him.