The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 3 The Sekar Houses

I followed Umi Siti towards the front room, a place commonly used to receive her guests. Arrived that room. My heart is beating fast. I feel what people call nervous. Because when I sit on Umi's side. I could only hear Gus Furqon's conversation with his guest Gus Ali. Without daring to warm my face.

“Menika santrinipun gus.Asmanipun Sekar's. Original Jawi.” Get to know Gus Furqon to his guests.

{This santrinya Gus. Name Sekar. Original Central Java.}

“Ya suitable, Menika Guntur ugi original Jawi nanging Jasum, Jawi Sumatra.” Gus Ali.

{Lah fits, This Thunder is also native to Java but Jasum, Java Sumatra.}

Before long Gus Ali also asked for the opinion of Thunder, the answer of Gus Ali santri also made me feel wrong and curious.

“Sugly horn Yai.” Answer the man who sounded with a voice quite firm though quietly.

{I Nurut Kyai}

I'm getting confused, my heart's beating so bad. My father did ask Gus Furqon when the last time was a sideburn. He left me, if anyone proposed. Because my desire to serve first in the cottage made my father submit the matter to choose and accept my soul mate to Gus Furqon and Umi Siti. When my turn was asked by Umi Siti, I glanced at Umi Siti. It was very difficult for these lips to say a word, I raised my face when Umi Siti asked for it. But quickly I lowered my face again, as my eyes collided with a sharp Thunder-named gaze. We quickly looked down because we were both embarrassed. There was a lack of liking for this man, it was beyond my expectations. Because I used to see and admire the students I often admired. This man named Thunder cannot make my heart flower or rustle.

From then on, Gus Furqon and Umi Siti talked about this proposal to both of my parents, and ended up marrying a man I did not love, a man who can't make me feel affection and admiration. I understand that if we obey parents then the blessing of long life we will have, if we share the same teacher, there is your blessing there. So I amini keingian which became the blessing of my parents and teachers. And the thing that I actually practice is everything that I consider useless when I go down. What Umi Siti advises all seems to me to meet and become my daily food. I took my husband to the place where he lived. I married with problems that came in turn, from love that was not present, disappointment, alone, regret to the last feeling isolated in the family because I did not get pregnant.

Off Flashback.

Three days passed, Mas Guntur did not discuss what became the wishes of the Father. I was actually waiting for that. I'm either stupid or I'm at my lowest point tired of every exam that comes. Guntur could not have told me anything that would hurt me. My husband, he was so good to me. Seven years I was brought to this area, where it is the island of Sumatra but the residents and the environment are almost all Javanese-speaking and Javanese customs.

Suddenly, the afternoon. Guntur came home in a hurry. He even took off his clothes right after coming in from outside the house.

“Take a black shirt Mas.” Tell it to me.

I also without asking quickly to the room, I took the shirt he meant. When I handed it over. While wearing the shirt, Guntur quickly towards the closet where he usually keeps his wallet. Then he turned towards me.

“Dik, ask for money to take you to the City. Mr. critical. Puskesmas could not handle. I asked for money for an ambulance and held it there. You are at home first, you are treated at Puskesmas.” Clearly Mas Guntur while wiping his sweat that flowed profusely.

As far as I know this morning my husband said goodbye to opening a new land with his farming group. But suddenly I heard the news that you had to be treated in the city. I also returned as usual. Without much questioning and commenting, I took the money I used to keep on the sidelines. I count the money I save, I worry less. So I opened an envelope that I kept under the clothes. The money was actually my savings to go back to Java. I miss my Mom and Dad. It's been almost 7 years, I didn't come home. My plan, this Eid. I want to go home, I miss. Homesick, misses my mother, my father.

“Sorry yes, Mas will try harder. Mas promise. This year we're homecoming.” Said the Thunder to me.

I hugged my husband who still smelled the smell of sweat.

“Seng essentials mas Ridho. How and how, I insyaallah ready and nerima mas. I only hope to be regarded by the Gusti of God as his faithful and mortal servant.” I answered while breaking a hug and taking a small bottle that used to be a bottle of Guntur Mas perfume when I was leaving, but I used it when my husband was at home.

We went to the puskesmas, but when I got there. Mom is in my room. He wants to go to town. While he fainted. Because you do not want to argue also khawtir condition of the Father. Guntur also let his mother come. I finally have to be home. Because there's no way I'm coming, 'cause Ijem's gonna give birth one day and two. Not to mention we have 3 other cows that must be fed 4 times a day.Because at night sometimes have to be fed so as not to be noisy. After the ambulance left, I went home with a ride to someone.

One week hospitalized, my in-laws have returned home. A tradition in this village that is still maintained is ‘tilik’.One activity is done when there are residents, neighbors or families who are sick. So my in-laws' residence is quite crowded. I even go back and forth to make drinks for guests who come and bring in their souvenirs. And again this heart was slashed because of the words of my mother-in-law. When many neighbors came to visit, they asked what was suddenly treated in the city. My mother-in-law's answer struck me in the heart and changed the water in my face immediately in front of the guests.

“Lah, originally his father's mind. Yani her son already wants two. Lah Guntur who has been married for 7 years has no children. His father continued to mergerundel, when to have a grandson from Guntur.” Mother said with a voice that was deliberately slightly hardened so that I could hear it.

I lyrics guntur mas sitting on the side of the Father. His face is red, guntur mas definitely do not like the mother back to insinuate about the scourge in front of the crowd. After the guest came home, Guntur advised his mother not to corner me. But my mother-in-law always felt the truest herself.

“That's you, because of your wife's incitement to be brave with Mom. I Only answer what is.” Saying Mother with Ruffles.

I also asked Guntur to choose silence with the blink of my eyes. Guntur sighed softly, he used his coffee that he had placed on the table earlier.

“Ya already, we say goodbye Mom. Assalammualaikum.” Pamit Mas Guntur's. I follow behind the body of Thunder.

Since that day, I have been increasingly cornered, my mother-in-law as if building a wall between me and herself. From the gulai that I delivered always untouched, even ended up with days warmed and ended up in bran dough to eat chicken. Even my presence at Mother's house was never considered. I'm like I don't exist. Not spoken to, not stared at. He also began to openly show dislike for me. It happened almost a few months. Debate is inevitable again at night when I and Guntur mas visit the house of Mother and Father. A request that had once been made to Mas Guntur, was now expressed in front of me.

I just buried my head towards my chest. I'm resistant to warm water that wants to wet my cheeks.

“Mr! I told you, I will not marry again let alone part with Sekar!” Answer Guntur Gusar.

I pulled out Mas Thunder's arm. My husband has stood up.

“Mas, istighfar..” Remember me to Guntur.

He sat back down and took a stand.

But we suddenly panicked because the Father was holding his chest and slumped from the chair.

“Mr!” Say us at the same time.

That night he was rushed to the hospital again, because the tools in the health center were not adequate. A few days in the care, the condition of the father is increasingly critical. When on the sidelines he realized, only the words would ask Mas Guntur to marry Arum who came out of his dry lips.

“Tur. Marry Tour…. I want a grandson..” He said softly.

His condition is still critical and must be installed many tools on his body. Feeling tired from almost a week in the hospital, Mas Guntur asked for compensation with Yani and her husband. Arriving home, I saw my husband massaging his forehead many times.

“There is paracetamol Dik?” Ask Mas Guntur.

I rushed to the small basket I kept on the television side. And I gave it to her with a glass of water.

“I'm kerokin yan Mas?” I asked Mas Guntur.

He nodded. He took off his shirt and sat down cross-legged. I took out a small bowl that had been filled with coconut oil and eucalyptus oil and coins, I scratched a coin on my husband's burly back.  His body was shriveling, but I very slowly pulled the coin. After flattening his back with scrapings, I massaged his shoulders and head. I put his head on my stomach. As I rested on my knees, my fingers massaged Thunder's forehead, his head held up towards the ceiling. He really enjoyed my massage. After two days at home, I started a conversation.

“Mas, tomorrow so leave?” Ask Mas Guntur who plans to go to the city again to take turns waiting for Father.

“Yes, you're home. The cow has nothing to take care of, it's also time to wait. The party if left. Sorry yes dik, did not just migrate here even your life is not happy.” Thunder Speech.

I stopped my massage on his forehead, I peeked at his forehead. I held onto his chin, Thunder Mas opened both his eyes.

“Who says I'm not happy. If you are not happy. I couldn't have survived this long back and forth.” My speech.

The Thunder twisted and pulled my body, hugging my body in its lap.

“Thank you, it turns out that getting married does not have to start with love but. After marriage is what love needs, I love you so much, Dik.” Mas Guntur.

I held her cheek with one hand.

We looked at each other and shared a touch for a long time. After that, I said the one thing that made Thunder Mas for the first time yell at me.

“ Mas, I'm sincere and ridho if mas want to marry Arum. My paradise is on mas, but my heaven is on old man mas.”

The Thunder broke his embrace. He looked at me sharply.

“Mas, I'm sincere. Asal mas can have offspring..” I said softly.

“Dark! Do you also want to add a sense of tiredness in my heart with that crazy request!” Impact me. He moved my body and left me alone.

After that incident, the Thunder bus silenced me.