THE RELIGIOUS SHORT STORY GROUP
OLD WIFE

Jaenab sat in front of the mirror, staring at her wrinkled and dull face. Already various kinds of beauty cream tried, but all were unable to fight against fate, that he was no longer young. A few strands of her hair began to mix, black and white. Ah, if only Dicky, her husband, gave more money, of course Jaenab would always go to the salon to dye hair, facial skin care, inject vitamins to whiten the buttocks. Too bad, the monthly shopping ration is now not like before. Dicky decided to remarry with a woman much younger than Jaenab. Mira, so the name of a beautiful young woman is nothing more than Jaenab. His body is proportional. The difference is only one, Mira flirtatious.

"Abang wants to remarry, Dek," that was the first time Dicky was frank with Jaenab, about his second marriage.

"Who's the same, Bang?" jaenab suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

How not? As a wife who has been willing to give up her whole life, to a handsome man who has never been known and betrothed, because of his parents.

"Why, Bang? Are there so many shortcomings that I have, that you can turn to other women?" Jaenab is still trying to withstand the turmoil of his emotions that are ready to explode.

Rahim's fertile. Children are born without a cesarean section of up to two heads. The house is neatly arranged even though it often feels exhausted. All the needs and services of her duty as a wife, are fulfilled. Then, what shortcomings? Less beautiful? Perhaps because Jaenab rarely decorated. Not unwilling, because the need for cosmetic equipment runs out to meet household needs.

Humans are never satisfied. Especially if it is a matter of lust. In accordance with her husband's name, ***-y. That thing is always the reason for men to betray.

"Abang do khilaf, Dek," said the man who had reached the age of four heads but still looks dashing while bowing his head, "Mira is pregnant with Abang's child."

If you indulge in lust at that time, you want to feel like Jaenab clawed at Dicky's face; twisted your hands, slammed your back, kicked*********.. uh, don't! That part is still needed.

"Mira the widow of the village next door that single organ singer artist?" Jaenab tried to guess.

Dicky nodded slowly.

Exactly what Jaenab had been thinking all along. His hobby Dicky every time there is a celebration stage event, now reaps results. He smitten one of his singers who always behaved flirtatiously and invited the male orgasm. This time the choice fell on Mira. I don't know for next. Understandably, in addition to being handsome, Dicky's youth was known as cassanova. Playboy village is cool but successful will change lovers. Until finally 'repent' in the arms of a sholeh Jaenab.

"Why did you get to Khilaf, Bang? Hasn't you been away from that one brother's hobby for a long time?" jaenab's eyelids began to fall.

"Yes, Deck. I'm sorry, you're really khilaf."

Khilaf's? Forgot it? It is always that word that is the reason man takes refuge behind his shortcomings.

"Bang, rather than having money splashed so, mengingan dipake for household needs. Kan, you know for yourself the cost of children's education is not cheap. Not to mention the price of kitchen needs continues to crawl up; BPJS, electricity rates, BBM, taxes and others," Jaenab began to preach.

If the sense of humanity has been lost, Jaenab could be willing to come down to the rally in support of the NUHP bill that is beautiful but benefits its people a lot.

"Then you have to leave your responsibility to Mira with a womb filled with the blood of your flesh?"

Dih, it's, hell, you suffer! But why did I get hit? Condemn Jaenab if you want to say rude.

Jaenab is not a weak woman. He could have demanded a divorce back then. But where to step. The only families that were owned at the time were only children and husbands. As the only child of her parents who had long died, there was no other choice for Jaenab but to give up the love of her husband divided with the flirtatious woman.

"You're young, Jaenab. Your face is not old. There are still many men out there who will take your wife or maybe .. make you a mistress," whispered the mirror trying to shake the determination of Jaenab to maintain the continuity of her household.

Ah, Jaenab quickly threw away the gaze of the mirror persuasion that always praised his piety. The mirror was also the one who had once admired the success of Jaenab ejected Dicky from the environment of the striped nose. But now, he is laughing at his loyalty to keep married to a man who worships the erotic world.

"Well ....!!!" said several witnesses in unison as Dicky after reciting the qabul ijab, married Mira the flirtatious widow who appeared to bulge her stomach.

While the others were smiling happily, Jaenab was silent with a bloodless wound gaped in her heart.

"Patience, yes, Ma'am. Just stay focused on taking care of the children," entertain a mother who attended the event walimahan Dicky and Mira, who, while eating ravenous rendang meat that piles up to four pieces on the plate.

Can only advise with the word 'patience', but if himself who fared the same, not necessarily as fresh as Jaenab. Most will also rampage and ravage the stage of the inauguration with endless boos, accompanied by the appeal of the MC bastard celebration, "Please be patient, this is a test!"

"When are you going home, Mah?" ask the eldest Princess who was just sitting on the bench of the second grade Junior High School, as soon as she saw Jaenab rolled herself in the bedroom.

"Patience, yes, son. Later when it's time to go home, it must be at home, really," said Jaenab as she glanced at the pillow beside her that was empty.

There is usually the figure of Dicky, her husband who often fell asleep accompanied by loud snoring. Some days it is quiet, but a silence that must be paid dearly because the owner is in the arms of another woman.

"But I so often mocked friends, Mah," whine Princess back.

"Taken how, son?" Jaenab was shocked.

Half sobbing the Princess said, "I'm said to have a stepmother, Mah. In fact, right, my mom's just a mom."

Jaenab immediately embraced her virgin child warmly, "Patience, son. Let your friends say what. Importantly, there is still Mamah here who will always love you and Adek. Have you eaten yet? Mama's in the kitchen, son."

"Wouldn't! I want to eat with Papah. Like before!" the eldest Princess sulked, rushing to leave Jaenab alone in the room.

Jaenab can only stroke the chest. Again the pain was breaking the wall of his torn heart. When it heals, Lord! If only a medical expert had sold the antidote, Jaenab might have bought it long ago. But this is another deep wound. It is impossible to be able to be read by a tool as sophisticated as an X-ray scanner. Pshaw!

"Kok, just this way, Pah?" Jaenab counted the bills that had changed hands from Dicky.

"How much should it be? Kan, you know what my salary is. Now it must be split in two with Mira and her son" Dicky replied insisting that he had been fair enough with his wives.

"For the cost of children's education, Pah," Jaenab sought to gain Dicky's understanding of his current condition.

"Here you go, don't nudge too much. You, right, can open your own business. Trade what, cake, in front of the house to find another income. Don't just rely on giving money from your husband. Get creative, Mah!"

Creative little? Save as much as possible from the husband's allotment of money that is only enough for the cost of living half a month, that has been called creative? If only Dicky would exchange positions just a few months with Jaenab, rest assured, the man would be immediately thin and dry made.

"But, Pah ... "

"Example, Mira, your sister. He can make his own money from the results of his singing all this time. It is rare to whine spoiled like your behavior, Mah. Think with the contents of your head," Dicky's arrogant nature began to recur, "that's even if you have a brain ... "

Yeah, God! Jaenab stayed at home all this time does not mean do not want to work or just hope for a gift of money from the husband. Especially with a higher education background owned, Jaenab could get a job that income far above Dicky's salary. But it's a matter of principle. Jaenab only wants to focus on taking care of the household, her husband and children. Avoiding the free environment and for the sake of keeping marwah she and her husband. But his sacrifice now bears such bitter fruit ....

A tit! A tit! A tit!

Outside there was the sound of a car horn being sounded several times.

That must be Mira.

True, the flirtatious woman was sitting restlessly behind the wheel, waiting for Dicky who was struggling with Jaenab, the old wife.

The white face of the thick putty powder, combined with various colorful makeup around the eyelids and cheeks, gave quite ludicrous results. Not beautiful, but more like a puppet cast people version of Chinese culture art, so Jaenab thought.

"Where are you going, Pah?" jaenab asked as Dicky hurriedly approached Mira with his horn.

"Nganter Mira performing on the stage. Specially? You wanna come?" Dicky smiled mockingly.

Jaenab did not answer. The tip of his eyes could only stare at the man's departure with pain. Mana may be willing to see the honeycombs on stage, accompanied by a man who is not her husband, in order to get the rupiah coffers.

Ah, everyone does have a way of life and a way of finding their own fortune. But imitating like Mira did? No. gabe. Jaenab prefers to enjoy her status now, to be my wife and coy.

For days Jaenab thought, what steps will he take. The kids keep growing up. Their educational and life needs are increasing. There's no way Jaenab would be silent or walking in place. Because the demands of life are urgent.

Jaenab noticed a long rope that she had been holding. Then switch on the cans that contain insect repellent liquid. Also a kitchen knife that has been sharpened.

The children were deliberately evacuated to the home of their grandparents, Jaenab's in-laws. Mumpung school holidays. So, Jaenab can more freely prepare everything according to plan.

The woman walked unsteadily in direction while carrying a package of materials that have been prepared. The dead end of mind, plus the pain that slices the stomach, because from yesterday it has not been filled with a grain of rice.

Jaenab's steps are slowing down, followed by the collapse of the body's defences that are no longer strong supported by the rest of his energy that has been eroded away.

Jaenab moans among the darkness of the enveloping world. Slowly everything disappeared, then turned black and dark.

"Hhhmmm .. " groaned Jaenab some time later.

The woman opened her eyelids slowly. Glare exposed to the bias of the sun directly raining.

"Where am I?" jaenab looked around. It felt foreign but like I had been there before. But I don't know when?

With great difficulty, Jaenab tried to get up and walk unsteadily in the direction that his toes pointed. Stuck with the energy that exists.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask a young man whom Jaenab met on the way, on his motorcycle.

"I want to go home" Jaenab replied with a voice choked from her dry throat.

Fortunately the man immediately gave him a few sips of drinking water. It's good, so there's extra power to be able to go stronger.

"Where to go, Mom?" ask the man back.

"My house," Jaenab mentioned the name of a person who immediately responded in surprise.

"Pak Dicky's wife's house?" the man murmured slowly, but did not intend to ask again.

On his motorcycle, Jaenab was escorted to the place mentioned earlier.

"This is the place, ma'am," said the man after his motorcycle stopped. In front of a big shop.

"Not here, Mum. This isn't my house." Jaenab shook her head.

"Pak Dicky's wife's house used to be here, ma'am. But it has long since turned into this big shop" the man replied, paying close attention to the shabby-looking figure of Jaenab.

"How long have you been saying, Mom? I just left my house yesterday. Today you're taking me to a place I don't recognize" Jaenab shook her head in disbelief.

"This place is indeed, ma'am," the man tried to convince Jaenab.

"No ... no ... You're wrong!" Jaenab hurried to leave the place. However ....

"Mama .." one voice called out to Jaenab.

"Who, huh?" jaenab asked to pay attention to the figure of the young girl who had called her 'Mama'.

"It's Mamah, right?" the girl repeated her question. A smile of sumringah gushed from her lips sweetly.

"Who are you, Beautiful? I'm a-no"

"Mom, it's me ... Princesses! Mamah's eldest son!" the beautiful girl, who was about twenty-three years old, approached Jaenab.

"Daughter?" Jaenab was astonished and puzzled, "i do have two children, the Princess and the Son. But they are still the same age as Junior High and Elementary School children. Not a girl like you, pretty."

"I'm indeed the Princess that Mama meant, Mah. And that's my son, my sister. My mom's son too!" The princess pointed to the young man who had driven Jaenab on his motorcycle.

"Mommy?" the young man who had taken Jaenab was shocked.

"Son? Princess?" Jaenab was confused. How could the children who were yesterday entrusted to his in-laws meet today in such an adult state? But more surprising is ....

"Well, is this really Mama?" The princess looked at Jaenab's face and body, "almost ten years of Mamah's disappearance, but Mamah still looked as young as Mamah had first left."

Jaenab held onto her cheek which still felt tight. But before answering, the three people hugged while crying to release the long-suffered longs.

"Yourself doesn't know, son. Mamah just felt like she had fallen asleep somewhere and just woke up, "Jaenab hugged her two children again, "Where are you?"

The daughter and son looked at each other.

"What happened to Papah? And how about Mira?" jaenab asked again still filled with wonder and confusion.

"Papah was admitted to a mental hospital. While Mamah Mira .... " The Princess glanced at the Son, her sister.

"Why Mira?" Jaenab is confused.

"When you go first, Papah changes. Especially with the fact that ...the baby conceived by Mamah Mira, was not Papah's child. They split up and Papah tried to find Mamah. Perhaps beset by prolonged guilt, Papah fell ill. Can not be cured, except having to be treated in a mental hospital," Princess said the story, "Mamah Mirna himself has long died of HIV disease. His son, who was once recognized by Papah's son, is now in prison for drug trafficking!"

Jaenab rubbed her face with poignancy, "Where is the house occupied?"

"Sold and used business capital. This was the result," The princess pointed at a large shop building that was in front of them.

Jaenab looked in amazement while thinking.

"How did the two of you survive to become adults like you are today? Mama really doesn't understand."

"The story is long, Mah," said the Son who had been silent because he was still in shock, reunited with the person he had always loved disappeared somewhere. Now meet in a state that is still like before, "we should first go inside. We'll have a long story there."

Jaenab said, but his mind was still on someone ....

"Mamah wants to see your Papah. It's possible that with the arrival of Mamah, your Papah's pain can be cured."

The Princess and Son smiled.

That is the power of a woman's heart. Even though he has been hurt, but deep down, he still has time to think about the person who has disappointed him.

Again, marriage is not just about being handsome or beautiful.

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