The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 10 My anger

“Let's go Ma'am, we break the fast first.” He said as he glanced towards the wall clock that was so large with Javanese carvings.

I also nodded. I followed her steps towards the kitchen. Looks like a kitchen that is quite luxurious for a house in the village. All the floors that have been coated with ceramics, not to mention a cooking place that blends with the place to wash dishes, not to mention a two-door refrigerator that adds to the impression of luxury in the kitchen. The dining table that is round in shape also attracted my attention, not because of its luxury but almost in every object in this room is very thick with Javanese customs.

In the past, I thought if in South Sumatra there were only people with the language ‘apo’, ‘ngapo’. Or known palembang language. But in fact in this area, many residents are Javanese, they speak Javanese and still hold strong Javanese culture. Although they are descendants of the Javanese. Understandably, they are the average children and grandchildren of transmigrants in ancient times. Like the Thunder. If traced, his mother's father was a veteran. The former transmigrant from Kalimantan was sent to the island of South Sumatra because it was considered a failure when in Kalimantan, land for difficult farming water.

I enjoyed the warm tea for the first time to end my fast. When Arum was about to put rice on my plate, I held his hand.

“Do not Ma'am, I want to pray first. Sorry, I am not used to eating rice when after breaking,”.

I'm not used to eating rice when I'm breaking my fast. That's because, I can't hold my fullness in my stomach when I bow or bow down, when I pray Maghrib.

“But if Mbak Arum wants to eat, monggo. I will accompany Mbak Arum.” My speech.

I enjoyed the papaya fruit that was near my plate, He put a barrel of rice into his plate. I saw he wasn't enjoying his meal. I could see clearly the face of my husband's childhood best friend. Suddenly my phone rang, a message sign came in. I opened the phone. The PEsan I sent to Guntur was just read and replied. When I returned to store my phone in the bag I used to carry to teach, Arum commented on my face mimic.

“From mas Guntur ya Mbak?” Ask slowly.

I turned to her, and the plate in front of her was empty. There was a sense of awkwardness between us. I just nodded slowly to answer Arum's question. After eating, I followed her to the bathroom. After ablution, I followed Arum's footsteps into a room. In a room that is not too big, but can be used for prayer. When I finished praying, I still read the dhikr or wirid that I usually practice. In accordance with the dawuh Umi Ayu when I asked about the usual practices done whether done when riding prayers in other people's places or in public places, Umi Ayu said that including riya’ when we postpone our wires because we feel embarrassed if seen by others in public places.

When finished with the mahgrib prayer do not forget the 2 rakaat Sunnah Qabliyah prayer and two rakaat after maghrib or Sunnah Ba’diyah. I saw Arum sitting by his bed. I saw he had just taken a few pills. I glanced at the pack of medicine that was pretty much on the nightstand of Arum.

“You sick?” Ask me a curious.

He also silenced his smile, without him realizing his teeth make his smile add beauty to his face that is already beautiful.

“What pain do you have?” Ask me more curious.

“Did Mbak Sekar allow me to have Guntur mas before death pick me up?” Ask.

It was as if the earth and sky were shocked at the sudden question from Arum's tiny lips.

“Jgeeerrr!”

The flash of light from behind the window of Arum's room made him throw a little face from the window, he looked at me. We stared at each other in a busy state with our own hearts. I'm not really surprised. But the way that directly poked me with the question earlier, made me feel she was a woman who had a beautiful face but bad character. How could he ask me as the legal wife of Mas Guntur to allow himself to marry Mas Guntur.

“Give me one reason why you want to marry Guntur mas? Is there anyone else besides my husband? And what do you mean by your request, Death is God's business. How can you say if you are going to meet the angel of death while it is God's pregorative right.” My frown on Arum.

“I love Mas Guntur…. Let my paddy field wet the seeds of a good man like Guntur M-“

“Enough! Arum!” Shake me to the woman who said she was highly educated.

I stood up and put the face in my lap on the hanger behind the door.

“Hiks... hiks... I beg you Ma'am... I beg you.... Listen to my reasons...” Arum said accompanied by sobs.

One hand held my arm. I looked towards him.

(Kalem ya Mak. Don't sulk kaya’ in the charms of the twins. Sure ma me, No Polygamy here. Okay. Waiting wae delusion e mak Dust this. not nyari hanger first yes.).