The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 18 The Journey Home (Guntur POV)

In the afternoon, I was busy in the kitchen. She and my mother-in-law are preparing the bontot for my trip tonight. Because Sekar's hometown is in the south of Java island. I had to take the Kahuripan Railway on the Kiaracondong-Lempuyangan route. Before taking the bus to South Sumatra.

After dinner, my father-in-law was worried that Sekar would not come home with me.

"What won't be a conversation later in your village, son. If Sekar doesn't come home?" Ask my father.

"No sir, I don't know when I can go home. Mumpung does not have a baby, Sekar is still free here and there. I also happen to be coming next month to Haul Abah yai in my boarding house." My speech.

My father-in-law patted my back. I am so appreciated in the Sekar family. It seems like they never knew if their son in the region was so great at conquering the storm that hit our household nosedives. So I am the ladeni like the King who has just returned to war. To help the father feed the goats, my mother-in-law quickly shouted to her husband. So almost 3 weeks I was at my in-laws house, my muscles felt stiff because they were not used as usual.

When going to take a travel car to get to the station, Sekar widened his pupils. I slipped an envelope towards my mother-in-law. Not much, about one million five hundred. I only have three hundred thousand. Not including tickets. Because Sekar's sister has booked a bus ticket online to the island of Sumatra.

"What is this Gun.... " Say my mother-in-law, here I used to call Gun different in the village. I used to go on tour.

"Wonten sakedhik sustenance and father, pangapunten, dereng saged bektos and father lan mother." I kissed the backs of my two in-laws' hands.

{There is little sustenance for mother and father, sorry can not be devoted to Father and Mother." }

Mother had refused, but because I hold my hand, finally my mother-in-law received my gift because of one blink of an eye from her father-in-law. Ah, I'm lucky to have such understanding in-laws. It's only fitting that his son can be so tough as long as I take him away from the family. His parents successfully educated their children, because I was able to fall asleep with their daughter who turned out to be in the neighbor still attached to Si Reng's call. But my wife was used to responding to some mothers who called her as the Reng. He does not worry about the judgment of others. It is important how it is before the husband, parents to reach the ridho of God. What does a call mean. Origin does not concern the belief.

When Sekar kissed the back of my hand, I saw something he wanted to ask. I quickly kissed his forehead.

"When you arrive at the phone station." Said it to me. I nodded slowly too.

Just 10 minutes I was on travel, Sekar sent a message.

"Mad"

{Mas, was in love with mom ndak all right?}

I smiled reading a message from him. He has warned, just give 500 thousand. So that one million 500 can be for me while on the road and go home. Because when he left, Sekar did only leave a few kilos of rice.

[Mas envelope i one million. God willing enough 500 thousand to the house.]

{When why-why on the road how? not later at the station it is usually a CPR test lo mas... 😰}

[Wes anyway. Believe me, God could not have survived until home. Wes help prayer, pray for her husband. Don't cry]

{Tak pinjem money my sister ya mas, not transfer to mas.} account

[Wes is not necessary. Already, just rest. We have arrived at the station.]

{😘😘😘😘 my prayer is always for husband ter ter ter the best.... Be careful on the road, mas.}

I smiled at the last emot he sent me. I'm sure he's still in tears right now. Ah, if he can fight pol pol an for my family, why can't I recosoh a little for a little sustenance. I even only during the holidays can send a little sustenance to the in-laws. I actually want every month even a little, but the reason Sekar. 'That's not the same. Which one is most in need. My dad is healthy, still able to work. So let's fit lebaran only'. Although in fact it is the ones who are good at managing our finances. So that every Lebaran we can send money or clothes for my two in-laws.

Upon arrival at Lempuyangan Station, I tested the antigen served by the Indonesian Railway for its customers. It turns out that the price is only Rp. 30,000 rupiahs. The train ticket is only 80 thousand rupiah. So I still left 390 thousand rupiah in my butut wallet.

Thank God, I was also declared negative. With all the documents I brought. The atmosphere of the test site and station was not too crowded. I can't sleep well this time. Because there is no Sekar on my side. Then I can only sleep-sleep chicken all the way. I saw the person next to me, watching on their phone screen. I just enjoy the coffee Sekar brings in the tumbler. But in my heart I kept on praying to accompany my journey. Shalawat thibbil Qulub that I like so much from the time at the cottage. One of my practices after Maghrib's completion.

If people enjoy the app on their phones. Not with my S a m u n g J1 phone. There are only WA and Facebook apps. No youtube, no ticking, no instagram. I am not active on social media either. So I prefer to hear the lectures of scholars that I admire through the Mp3 that I put on the mobile phone. That was yesterday I asked for the latest on Yadi's laptop.

I didn't fall asleep at all during the night. Worried that I had to wudhu while I was still on the train. But the name is travel, I throw the wind. Lucky to have a good wife in religious science. He prepared me some big bottles of mineral water. So I can pray on the train. At first I told him to tayamum later, just prepare the dust, put it in the paper. But Sekar just another opinion.

"Lah wong there's still water, kok tayamum. Later worry can not pray shubuh." Say Sekar while putting the bottle of mineral water into a carry bag. I finally got to pray in time. Even though it's still on the way.

At exactly 6am, I arrived at Bandung's Kiaracondong Station. I also ride an ordinary motorcycle instead of an online taxi. I was just thinking of finding a place at the bus stop. I don't know why I'm taking pictures of the bus stop I'm visiting right now as my W A status. I am one of the people who rarely update status wa or Facebook. Maybe because this was the first time I was away from Sekar, at least he would also see my status. Because my message has not been read. A clock like this, my wife must be sitting on her alphabet. He will pray Dhuha and his time nderes or read the Qur'an at least 4 pieces every finished Dhuha prayer. He even left the diploma he obtained as a recorder of the Qur'an to his parents. So I prefer to send a message to Sekar.

But while I was having breakfast in a third of the alley, near the bus counter. There's a message coming into my phone.

"Mrr"

I opened the message.