The Second Woman's Regret
Looking for a Woman My Mother Called

Rambutan Village, in Bantul region. Mr. Saka is still busy fiddling with google map. Looking for where is the existence of the village of women who have given birth to me. While I was still silently daydreaming, thinking about mom and Ciya. Today is my eldest brother's wedding. They haven't contacted me yet. Am I really not in their hearts?

I thought about the time before all this happened. Where our relationship is still fine. I've never felt my mother being so unfair to me. He always treated me like my brother. But why are they forgetting me so quickly, is it true that there is not the slightest bit of affection left for me, is my mistake so fatal that I finally do not get a place even if only a little?

I looked up at the sky of the city. Imagine how happy people are at home today.

[Good luck, brother. May I be a sakinah family, mawadah, warahmah.] A short message I sent to Ciya.

Not long there was a reply from Ciya. [What do you mean? You must be laughing at me now? Are you satisfied that you hurt me to pieces? You know, my mom's been babysitting you since you were a red baby, giving her what she could give. There is no difference between you and us his children. But here's the payoff. You are indeed lowly. Just like your mother. The fruit fell not far from the tree. Feel the retribution from God because until anytime I do not want to be treated like this!]

The reply Ciya sent made my forehead wrinkle. Why is it like this? Did I make a mistake? Even though just saying congratulations, it felt like no one offended.

"We're leaving now?" ask Mr. Saka, disperse my daydream.

"Huh, uh, yes sir." I woke up from the daydream.

"Why Ra, is there a problem?"

"No." Right now I'm going to ignore this first because there's something more important. Finding the woman so that Mr. Saka does not need to linger here to accompany.

Along the way, Mr. Saka was busy monitoring through the maps in his cellphone, occasionally he invited to talk. But I only responded modestly because my mind branched out.

Since then, change the number to HP. I don't know anyone who called, I didn't dare to open it because I was worried my mind was getting out of focus. Now let me finish up here first, later after everything is clear then I will call back the people who have been calling since.

Our car stopped right next to the ball field because this is where the maps showed me the address my father mentioned. Saka and I looked left and right, looking for clues. Nil. Around this field there are no houses. There are only sugar cane gardens that have risen, ready to be harvested.

"Where are we looking?" ask Mr. Saka.

"Eitherway. Time just got here? Don't you think the address is wrong." I said, looking at Mr. Saka, but right, it was right at the destination point.

"How's it?" ask Mr. Saka again.

"Alright." Saka sir followed my words. He opened half a glass, just in case, who knew someone was passing by.

Five minutes, ten to half an hour waiting. I'm tired of it. My patience is over, so I invite Mr. Saka to come down.

"Yes, we just run on the field to throw saturation, who knows later there will be passing " said Mr. Saka. He ran first. I who was already in front of the field just silent sculpting, lazy to come running. "Rb ... Tyres. Come on over here!" call Mr. Saka.

Like a child, he ran around laughing. I did not respond, busy with my own thoughts that were already very complicated.

"May ... Tira, come here!" suddenly Mr. Saka called back, he waved his hand. But because I ignored him, he finally chose to come to me. "Ra, there's a settlement back there, maybe we can get information from there. Let's go there!" bring Mr. Saka.

A speck of hope began to feel. I who originally had laze because never get a clue finally get excited again. We both walked there because we felt it was impossible to bring a car.

"What I said, there is no way here there is no house while there is a ball field" said Mr. Saka, while walking side by side with me.

The closer I got, the more I felt something was calling there. I don't know who. My pace is getting faster, getting closer.

***

With all the language limitations, we finally got the lighting from the shaman there. This village, true birth village as well as growing place Women who gave birth to me until the age of eighteen years. Some village devices and elders here tell about the woman.

"Ajeng Anyelir was an orphan, he was nurtured and raised by his mother. Since the beginning it is a flower in this village. Because many men are in love with him, not only in this village, but also from the next village make Ajeng not liked by other young girls because it is considered to hinder their soul mate. Long Ajeng jeng also because he does not like his peers, tend to be hostile even sometimes menggajain. Feeling uncomfortable, she eventually moved to Jakarta to work as a housekeeper. The innocent Ajeng, on the way met a cunning man who then turned his back secretly. She was made a second wife without knowing before that she was the second wife, not the first wife. The evil man is Budi, your father nduk." story Mbah neighbor of the woman's house.

Hearing that story, I was like in a lightning strike. A story that is almost the same as my life. Lucky I managed to escape the snare of the man even though he had said kabul ijab with father.

My heart aches to hear how cunning my father deceives a innocent woman like her.

"Ajeng was terrified when his first wife hit and even threatened to report to the police. Because of fear, he finally returned to the village with the condition of two bodies. Ajeng must fight again because the girls here do not like it which even though they have been married is considered to be a threat to their household. In the fatigue that finally Ajeng gave birth to you. He who has nothing has no choice but to hand you over to your father's first wife so he doesn't get reported to the police. Ever since you left his arms, Ajeng lost his way. She was abused, became a woman the night until she died of being shackled because it was considered crazy. His life is so tragic. From birth to never being happy. But may he have God's forgiveness to be happy there in heaven" said the altar, closing the story with tears.