The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 30 My Honey

In the morning there is already a Paino mas with a gran max car owned by his boss. He used to transport crops from the garden. But because Mas Guntur contacted Mas Paino to pick us up at the terminal. We took almost an hour to drive home. When the car we were riding in arrived at the yard, I was fixated on staring at the house that was almost eight years into my shade and the thunder mas sheltered from the heat and rain, also a place that has a million sweet bitter memories we live a household heresy. Ah, I remember when gotong royong made my house, guntur even at night was still in the house that was not finished because of the many fathers who played chess and chatted in our house. So no wonder this house is even finished in the wake within three weeks. Because during the night, many people helped.

I turned towards Thunder mas, he only carved one line at the corner of his lips. I'm sure this was all her. My house looks beautiful, even on the window now there is a small roof so that when it rains, rainwater does not enter the room through ventilation gaps. Color Green paint combined with door and window frames that are given white. Beautiful impressions. Comfortable as I feel.

“Not a month in his home stay directly sim salabim mbak, let alone one year.” Goda Mas Paino. I'm just smiling.

“Maturnuwun yes mas, so ngerepotin.” Said Mas Guntur while tucking the envelope into the pocket of Paino's clothes

When Paino left our residence, Guntur gave me the keys to the house.

“This, open the door yourself.” Mas Guntur.

“There was a home operation yesterday mas?” Ask me wonder.

“Iya, home surgery from Raja Cinta specifically for tough, patient and sholihah wives, he said.” Mas Guntur.

My forehead is wrinkled. I pulled back the corner of my lips. Guntur is not a romantic guy, but he likes to give me little surprises sometimes. Even when he came home from the fields he would bring things that I sometimes did not expect, he said, from mango or papaya fruit even he once brought the fruit ciplukan that so often I take when meeting around the rice field area. And for me it was quite romantic, because my husband knew that I would smile when he came home and showed a happy expression of surprise. I turned the house key in the direction of the clock. When I opened the front door, there was a new ambal. I know the price range is about 800 grand. The room was also painted. The curtains even use curtains that I can know if the price is about 150 thousand per pcs.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum.” My speech.

“Waalikummsalam.” Mas Guntur replied as he put the bag and pulled the cardboard into the house.

We are used to say greetings because there is a blessing when saying greetings when entering the house.

“Where is mas?” The first question that escaped my lips because I saw three curtains that were quite expensive as well as a carpet accompanied by the entire house that was painted. I stepped into the second room in my house, I used to call the living room. The room was our place to eat, relax and there was my stove and cooking utensils.

“Mas...” I said softly with dewy eyes. I saw one gas stove that was quite large in size and had two furnaces. Right near the exit of the house, there is a one-door refrigerator.

Guntur hugged me, he whispered a sentence that made me chuckle and lean my head against my husband's chest.

“Thank you…. No need to bother like this. Simply showering me with love and affection is far more than enough of all these items.” My words that were unable to hold back the tears that had seemed to want to wet my cheeks.

“Mas sorry, all this time it turned out to be selfish. Without you for almost a few weeks to make a conscious mas, it is not easy to become a wife manutan. And you did that for many years, without complaining, without sulking.. May by mas please mas wife, God broaden our sustenance Said the Thunder gash that rested his chin on my shoulder.

I know the meaning of the phrase Guntur mas, at that time I had said if buying a mejikom because there was little savings. I don't mean because the neighbors who have it then I have to have it, but I want my husband to eat rice that is always warm. Especially at night, he likes to be a snail. But the reason why Guntur did not like the smell of rice from the mejikom made me undo my intentions. Not to mention the refrigerator, I also had permission to buy a refrigerator because in order to stock like chilli and some vegetables. So that if sometimes the Thunder mas had to leave suddenly there was a dead person, I do not feel sorry for my husband who will eat his alakadar. But now all the things that Guntur used to say he did not like, now he bought them without my knowledge.

“Where is the money?” Ask me more curious.

“Mas answer, but later in the room yes....” He said while lifting my body.

“Wah, you gain weight or mas who has not carried you for a long time?” He said as he stepped. When I arrived at the room, I saw a different atmosphere, a mattress that was quite high from the cotton mattress that we used to use, he said, not to mention the ceiling that I usually can almost every day clean the bed with a broom from the midwifery because of the saws that fall from the tile. Now there's a smoker in our room. As he laid my body on the soft bed, I stared at the face of Guntur, the man who loved me so much, the tired lines on his face were clear. He is a hardworking man, then from his hands, feet and face will be seen once if the Thunder mas are hardworking. But not by his treatment of me. The Thunder rested on one hand and looked at my face.

“Mas, u-“ Mas Thunder quickly covered my mouth with one finger.

“Barin mas can sustenance, insyaallah halal. And toddler Ijem. Mas sell. Make a home renovation. Sorry for the happiness that you may be late in giving. Thank you for being an amazing son and sister-in-law for your family, dear mas you Dik..” Thunders closed his eyes and hugged me with one hand.

I hugged my husband too, if we used to cry in the same position at this time, but this time the tears in my marriage were happy tears not sadness.

“Mas, remember ga…. We used to cry in this situation. But conditions are different.” I said shiver. I wiped the head of Thunder. I remember that time, when he was sick, almost a week not to the field, while the condition of the covid was so crazy, to seek treatment we did not dare to be worried about being brought in isolation to the place of isolation, and stated covid. Because it's like a wasted person back then if we're tested positive. The condition of no money, rice and everything in the kitchen was exhausted. I dare not talk to my mom and dad. So almost a week we survived by eating grilled yam, every day I took the yam because I had no oil, I sometimes burned or boiled it. Lucky I kept a bell near the house.

“At that time, you are an extraordinarily tough wife Dik.. With honey klanceng you can already make a healthy mas, then why when mas healthy mas actually have to give you honey in the form of humans. Just honey your love alone, that will make me happy, insyaallah .” Mas Guntur.

When my hand pulled the one needle I used to put on the top, I and Guntur looked at each other. One scream made us wonder who was shouting like that.

“Sekaaar! The thunder!! Metu kowe!!!” The sound of women being accompanied by the sound of a motorbike stopping seemed to be right in front of our house.