The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 25 Missing

I looked back, with my eyes wide open I saw the figure I missed this week.

“Mas...” Said I didn't believe it.

She smiled and sat cross-legged, I grabbed her hands. I kissed the back of my husband's hand. Then I pinched his arm.

“Ih…. Tega ya same wife herself..” I said annoyed.

He laughed at my expression.

“Kangen Dik, coffee ndak sweet no you. The roll is not warm ndak no you..” Bisik mas Guntur.

I blushed in shame. I actually really miss Thunder. This time, distance and time. Sleep not well, eat not good. When I was in Sumatra, I missed my mom and dad so much. But without the thunder, I feel empty. Maybe that's what my husband feels too. I always ask him what breakfast he has, what cook. Or at night I'll ask him if he's set the alarm. Thunder is most difficult when you wake up in the morning. There should be a special technique to wake her up in the morning. So for two weeks in Java, I always called him every 4 am. That should also be a dozen new calls raised. So I actually really want to whine at him to be picked up immediately. He must have been very troublesome without me, let alone look at his tired face when he came home from the field.

One swab on my cheek makes my daydream will miss me a few days more.

“Nangis why? Here ndak no Mother loh..” Bisik mas Guntur again while closer the sitting position.

“Kangen Mas...” Answer me slowly.

Mas Guntur clutched me, lucky place to pray this there are curtains that cover. Then I don't worry if mom or dad sees us taking off the longing. I felt the heartbeat of Thunder so fast. He seemed to be longing quite heavy or as heavy as me. He kissed my forehead many times.

“Mas hungry...” Whisper her.

I broke my embrace.

“Tak ready first yes Mas..” Saying as I stand up.

“Your feeder, dik..” Say Mas Guntur.

I pinched the two cheeks of Thunder. One little gift from me to her just let go of the miss. He even widened his eyes.

“Content with the appetizer first, the dessert later tonight.” Say me while quickly standing up and opening the face.

I rushed to the kitchen. I found mom ready to eat at the kitchen table.

“Attracted?” Ask Mom to me. I blushed in shame.

“Mother, call me Sekar.” My protest.

“Kangen eat majoran dik..” Say Mas Guntur.

I also miss eating one tray. It is usual we do if the Thunder mas can invitation kenduri. We would eat the blessing rice and side dishes in a small tray and spend it together. I smiled too. I took a rattan mat, I stretched it on the side of the dining table. Mas Guntur helps lower the side dishes and sambal. I put the sambal in a round tray, then I gave the oseng mercon. This will obviously make Guntur a spirit of eating, as he is very fond of spicy food.

“Wah mantep dik..” His speech saw oseng-oseng mercon also young papaya leaves that have been boiled with ketela leaves so it is not too bitter.

We sat facing each other, sure enough Guntur even asked to spread rice again when it was almost finished rice in our tray. Sweat pours from our foreheads. We looked equally stifling. I don't know, my lunch was so good. I don't even feel full but eat me very delicious, don't want to stop the taste. When we finish eating, I'll take care of where we eat.

“Let us, only. You wash dishes only.” Said it to me. I also brought the dishes to the dishwasher. But all of a sudden my phone clinks, a sign of an incoming message. The thunder opened it. Guntur was used to it, he would open and read the messages on my phone. Unlike me, maybe because Umi Siti used to tell stories when we were cooking or were cleaning clothes in her ndalem. She always didn't want to know her husband's cell phone. And that seems to make it better, because considering Gus Furqon is the filler of the IRMAS and student council.

“Lah, Which Imas?”Ask Mas Guntur.

“In room, clean-room. One more week his friend will stay he said.”Answer me.

I wiped my hands with a checkered cloth and sat down on the side of Thunder.

“See, his photo is good.” Said Mas Guntur while thrusting the phone towards me. I saw a candid photo of me eating with thunder mas.

And in that message was written a message from Imas.

{I bought pecel aja Mbak, welcome to miss. So want to spend nikah}

I smiled at the knot when I read the Imas message. We talked for half an hour in the kitchen. Nas Guntur also wanted to straighten his waist. Then I immediately changed the bed linen and pillowcase in the room. Nature seems to understand the tightness in the chest these few weeks. Heavy rain is washing the earth. Lucky I already understood that there was no way my husband would just straighten his waist. Then I don't lock the front and back doors. Only the door to the room I locked, but the window made of glass I accidentally did not close. Because there's no way anyone's gonna see. The position is quite high also facing the wall. So I pulled half the window curtains.

Ah, Love is all that stifles the chest.Love can blind man, can make light. Then the love of Thunder for me is the light of my life. No one can survive the weight of the journey. But love is able to make a hunk of heart that may be repeatedly hurt by people around to be strong just because of the light of love. So this afternoon, me and Guntur enjoyed the light of our love. Love completes our shortcomings. Until we became the perfect figure in the eyes of our partner. I may not be as beautiful as Arum, but I am the queen in my husband's heart, for I serve him as King in every second of our lives.

"Mas didn't choose the wrong wife... I used to doubt. It turns out that for peace, to be happy, to enjoy the beauty of the world does not need a wife who is recognized by the world. But enough wives who are not too focused on the world... Thanks Dik. Because of you, you always feel happy, calm in living life." Said Mas Guntur while tightening his embrace.

His breathing was more regular, indicating he was so calm when he was with me. If mbak Ani will be angry when her husband falls asleep when the 'rain-rain' runs out together. I am not insecure. I feel happy, proud. Because I mean being able to make my husband get peace so that he can fall asleep at my side. I am happy to be born inwardly so that no other woman will be able to replace me in the heart and life of Thunder. Even though Arum has the throne, the position and the beauty, more than me. But I have the power of love that I always imitate through my dhikr, through my night prayers. Then there will be no concubines in our palace, if that happens. I know that Allah wills.

"My heaven is with your Ridho, Mas." I closed my eyes because I was tired. What a smell of sweat typical of my husband is able to make me calm while asleep. This afternoon, we slept together. If not for the sound of praise from the mosque speakers who stated that it had entered the time of Ashar prayer. Then we might still be asleep.

"Wes anyway. Mas, do not dare to go, shame the same in-laws.... " Whispers when I rub his chest.

We also chuckled together. Ah, this is what I miss. Laugh with her even though tears of sadness are always present in our marriage.