The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 12 Your Love, Glorifying Me.

"What did Arum say?" Tanya Mas Guntur slowing down the speed of his honda win motor.

"No, we're talking regular." My speech.

"Ndon't lie. Your face implies something. He who does not dare to take you to the terrace is also a sign that you have just been involved in a warm conversation." Said Mas Guntur while grasping my right hand which was coiled around his waist.

"Arum asked me to allow Mas Guntur to marry him." My speech.

Tears fell down my cheeks. The tears that I had been holding back from falling in front of Arum. The distinctive aroma of the body of Mr. Thunder makes me a little calm so that this weakness in the heart makes me unable to hold back my tears.

"Until any time. I will not marry anyone. And won't leave you." Mas Guntur. At the end he kissed the back of my hand that was on his stomach. Now he even put my right hand on his chest. He also held my back hand.

"Please promise me Sekar, you won't ask me for polygamy or separation. I want you to be first and last in my life. There is or is not the presence of a baby among us." The thunder that warms my heart. Speech that can make me more and more in love with him.

"Why?" Tanyaku.

He didn't answer my question. Arrived home, as I prepared a change of clothes Thunder. He held my hand.

"You want to know why you said that sentence?" Ask with passion.

I smiled because the cold atmosphere might make my husband want to take a rain shower with me. Keep your heart and mind cool.

"Open your shirt, brother.... " Whisper the Thunder on me.

"We're not happy first mas?" Ask me.

I also obediently removed my hijab and shirt, for me there was no reason to say no to a request that was rightfully her husband, even when he was tired. I was just about to lower the zipper on the front, Thunder's hand holding my fingers continued.

"You see, how can I hurt you my wife, Sekar. The woman must be glorified. Then his heart, must follow the happy sign he glorified. How a husband is able to hurt the heart, let alone the physical wife. While you wives hand over your honor easily, obediently full of pleasure to us husbands. Far away I take you to the island of Sumatra without relatives. You serve me well.... Now I'm asking you. Whether if your father or mother is currently asking you to undress in front of them. You wanna open it?" The gaze of the Thunder mas on me grew even more intense.

I shook my head softly and lowered my head in shame with one hand still clasping the zipper of my shirt.

"Not the aurat is your treasure of women. How can when the treasure I already have, I will leave it when it starts to fade? You're no longer attractive? While you have given up what your parents have been caring for never seen after you puberty? I love you You Sekar. Too noble of you, my wife who has given up your life for me who is also imperfect." Said Guntur slowly.

I hugged his body tightly. I've been spilling my sadness all this time. The rubbing on my long hair also made my sobs become more and more so.

"Hiks.... Hix.... Thank you for your great love, thank you for the way you glorified me, making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.... " My cry is in her arms.

Yes, what Guntur said has a point. We women should be glorified, treated, and handled well. Both Dzohir and inner. How not. Our parents are in the womb until babies, toddlers, children and then adults. They charge us, they foster, educate us sincerely. We guard our crown, our treasure is the aurat. During puberty, we brought the husband where he wanted to take after marriage. But even though the little parents took care of us, they never asked us to do something that women were ashamed of. Undressing, in front of the parents. Parents never ask when their children are puberty, they ask their children to do that. But the husband, because for the sake of getting his ridho, because including the wife of the sholehah is good at serving the husband. We women are willing to do contempt if in front of others, but it is worth worship in front of the husband..

My father was also my mahram, my mother was both female. But if they ask for what Guntur just asked for. I certainly refused it. But strangely in front of a man who has the status of a husband, from the beginning he was a stranger. Not bringing me up, not taking care of me, I'm willing to happily do what he asks. So it is fitting that we women be loved, treated gently because of our soul, our body. We leave it to you, husbands. Tonight, my love and Thunder's gold are growing.

If my marriage is harmonious and survives strong enough from many storms, that is how we take care of it. Our communication, mutual respect, each other lowers the ego when emotions come. And always remember the purpose of getting married is not just printing children or offspring....

"Thank you for your love, Mom. " I said to him in the rain.

His way of glorifying me made me not care about the many trials and obstacles that were present haunting the future of our household. Including solitude in old age later because it has no offspring.

If many survive on the side of his partner because of patience, then, but I persevered at the side of Mas Guntur because of his love for me which gave rise to my patience for every trial and destiny that came even though not according to dreams.