The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 13 Perfection of Love

Mother and Father let go of us to Java just by silence. This time there is no reason not to go. Mas Guntur had already handed over to Yadi all the fees up for the wisudah. So we went home without full consideration in case there are unexpected funds that must be spent.

We chose to go home by bus, more efficient also while nostalgic for my first years in boyong mas Guntur to Sumatra. We spent one million two hundred for two people. I've prepared a jacket and a little pillow for the road. I don't want the first experience when I went to Sumatra repeated again. I had a fever because the AC was right over my head not to mention the AC was leaking.

But this time, the bus we were riding was really comfortable. AC that is not too cold, and does not leak. A scented pillow. And a bathroom that does not smell bad.

"Mas, tomorrow all the way to Kali Bening huh?" Ask the Thunder Man. He also nodded in agreement. Guntur always make use of the time on the way to sleep. He is not the kind of person who enjoys traveling. I even chose to sit on the side of the window. I tightened our sitting position, so my husband could lean on my shoulders. One day 6 hours more or less our journey, in the early morning we arrived in Solo.

Her father and sister had been at the terminal with faces full of longing for me. I also ran towards the Father. 7 years more I harbored a sense of longing for my parents. Today I couldn't help but cry when I saw you still like you used to, just her hair was a little bleached.

"Mr.... " Say me while hugging the man who has been giving me a living and educating me.

"Sekar.. added lemu your crew Nduk.... " Say you as you break my embrace.

The thunder kissed the back of my hand. The two men I love are hugging each other. You seem busy accompanying the Thunder put some of our goods and bags into my Pakle sedan car.

An hour from the terminal to my house, a building with brick walls. Not too fancy but beautiful. There are lots of plants around the house. He planted the fruits around an empty area of land. When I got out of the car. Two women hugged me tightly.

"Mother.... " Say me slowly.

I can't say a word. My face was covered in both hands. Only tears flowed down both of her cheeks. Then I looked towards the girl beside me.

"Mbak Sekar's.... " She said.

"Nina.... " I don't believe it. My youngest sister is already a girl. She was still in Elementary School when I got married, now she has become a sweet girl.

One day was spent telling us about the experience during life in Sumatra. What makes me miss is my cooking. Sambal pecel typical Mother that I can not imitate.Making my sahur meal so greedy. Guntur was observing my face from the moment I arrived. I'm sure he's happy that he made me meet Mom and Dad.

One week in Java, on the eve of the holiday. Mas Guntur intends to help the father of risk-resik or clean the area around the house. But I quickly banned it.

"Wes don't need a tour.... Just rest.... " Say the Father when I see from the terrace of the house, the father snatched the hoe from the hand of the thunder mas.

{It's okay Sir.}

"Just take a break, or go for a walk." Pinta.

The thunder looked towards me. I returned his smile too. He is a hard working man. Then one week here. He must be bored because he just ate, slept and visited my brothers' house. He walked towards me and revealed his heart.

He sat in a round ring made of teak wood. If in Sumatra, teak chairs can be so expensive, not in my area that so much furniture that produces cabinets, tables of teak wood.

"One week, I was confused as to how. There is a sense of unease, not because of the mother's father or family. But confused about what to do." Mas Guntur.

"Mas used to work, so here's his boss because he can't work." My speech.

"Yes, it turns out that you are really amazing, 7 years you never even asked to go home. You're even here so spoiled. I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you the life you deserve, brother." Guntur Mas.

I looked towards the door. I hold his hand tightly.

"Who is not worthy? I'm happy dzohir and inner. Don't measure a woman's happiness by her possessions or luxuries..." I said to Guntur.

The next day during the Eid al-Fitr holiday, we also took time on the fourth holiday, to visit first to Gus Ali. Guru mas Guntur while in the boarding school. But when I returned late from the prayer dzuhur, the words from Gus Ali so hurt my heart that was happy.

"Yes, if he has a shortage. Divorce it if your wife doesn't want to be in polygamy. We are men, the purpose of marriage is one of them has children, It is your right to marry again. The reason why you should get married again. Even in law P e r k a w i n a n is regulated." Gus Ali said very clearly in my eardrum.

I held back my steps. These two feet even rotate directionally. I went back to the front, I did not want my presence to make the Thunder mas confused to behave. Or I'm not ready if Gus Ali in front of me asks me to allow me to remarry or separate. No, I don't want to split up nor do I want Thunder to marry again. But this time Guntur mas will follow the advice of Gus Ali. If yesterday his parents asked him to marry again, this time his teacher asked for the same thing.

I cried so much under the teak tree in front of Gus Ali's boarding school.

'I feel valuable all this time not because I am perfect, but I am on the side of the person who accepts my shortcomings until I become perfect. Please guide your Rabb. Do not let me and Guntur increasingly hurt with people who do not understand the meaning of mutual love without demanding the perfect partner.... ' My mind wipes away the tears. I saw the thunder wobbly looking for me.