The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 32 My Heaven's Path

After Maghrib I and Guntur mas to the mother's house, intending to deliver souvenirs from Java. Arriving at the mother's residence, it looks like you are watching television. Seen reality show Rina Nose who was becoming a woman who was going viral, Father and mother seemed to laugh when the audience on television was laughing, but when I and Guntur said greetings, instantly, my father and mother were silent.

“Assalammualaikum,” said we simultaneously, I also kissed the back of the hands of father and mother. Mom quickly pulled her hand rough when I finished kissing the back of her hand. I also handed over the black plastic which is souvenirs from Java. My mother and father answered my greetings coldly. I saw the black plastic I handed over was still on my mother's desk. Intentions want me to serve one bakpia typical of my area, but mother's voice prevents me from bringing back those souvenirs to the kitchen.

“Nneed to be presented, you are outrageous. Go home from home and not to the old man's house first, even to the neighbors first. Just bring it home. Love it with Neneng or Ani, sana.!” Mommy said full of emotion, as her hands shrank the volume of the television with the remote control on the table.

“Bu.. Sekar just also came home.. Mom can't do anything it don't use emotions, that's what makes high blood often recur. Anything to create emotions..” Say mas Thunder slowly.

“Halah! You when martial mother, you have obviously eaten the use of Sekar, even the beautiful Arum you can refuse just because of Sekar, you can, as long as you know in the village next to the gossip about Sekar is so warm.” Mommy said without thinking about my feelings, ah I'm used to it and memorize if you trust other people's words more than children and daughters-in-law. And this time it was certainly the mother was lured by the provocation of Mbak Ani who was deliberately heating my mother-in-law who was indeed the level of her head quite high about what I was doing at home and whether I and mas Thunder is fine. It feels strange when other parents want their children to get along well and get along, the mother seems to wait for me and the thunder storm mas or the thunder wrath on me.

Lucky me and Guntur both are ready with the mental, science and maturity to undergo our marriage.

“Bu, it was who spread the gossip who.. Sekar it to Java, I told Bu..” Obviously the thunder mas.

“Kok gossip, that's reality, mbah shaman himself said. It's a santet from Java. From there and there is Sekar, everyone knows that Arum likes you, and Sekar your wife.” Said the mother while moving a television channel that she said taught about the Sunnah of the prophet, but almost every question and answer session always forgives people who sit together and read the verses of the Quran compiled by the Ulama first. And right now it looks like mom stopped her thumb from pressing the remote button again.

“Replace bu broadcast, it's looking for a cool lecture why.” Pinta mas Guntur on mother because the cleric seemed to be blazing berating maki a leader in the area. Her mother seemed to not heed her request.

“Bu, if I and Guntur mas are wrong. We apologize...” I said as I rubbed my mother's arm on my side. I massage her arms, I just hope mom's heart is softened. In every prayer, the prayer that I chant every day I always attach to the tenderness of the heart of mother and father. I just thought that if there was hate in my two-in-law's heart right now, it would be God putting it in my heart. Not because God doesn't like me. But clearly God has a way of getting close to his servant, perhaps with his hatred Mother, Father to me. To make my tears at the end of each night become the one that God's Wrestling yearns for. I'm just trying to improve myself, my adab to mom and dad. If the result is done, I leave it to the Gusti of God.

“One of you is yes because he is his wife Guntu...” Mother ceplas ceplos.

“Sorry if mom still can not like Sekar, what can Sekar do ma'am. So that mom will accept Sekar as a daughter-in-law.” Said me while holding back tears that want to fall. There is one feeling that goes through my heart. The pain of mother's speech but I know that all this is a test for me to be better at cultivating patience.

Can't wait for his name if it is not met with those who test our patience, and dawuh Kyai Abdurahman Wahid not patiently his name if there is a limit. One of the scholars that I admire, he wanted to be scorned whether it was physical or whatever his policy when serving as the number one person in Indonesia, he never retaliated or blasphemed either. But he understood that God is more with those who are patient. Even his tears when he came out of the palace at that time was misunderstood by those who had hatred for him, he said, even though at that time he cried because he was worried that there was bloodshed in the country he loved, that is the grandson of Hadratussyaikh Hashim Asy'ari who until now I still remember as a Ulama who taught love, who taught love, without having to say enough is proven with effort even though he himself was hurt.

So even with me at this time, I must often be hurt by Mother, both her speech and her attitude. But I love Guntur mas, then I also have to accept the shortcomings of his family including the attitude of mother. I'm sure someday, my prayers will be in the temple. You will accept me, love me. Only God knows, I'm only on duty.

Looks like mom this time silent, no more sarcastic tone on me. I sat on my knees as I kissed the back of my hand. I know, this time I was wrong. I should have been here this afternoon, but Guntur asked for a waist massage, and requested that night go to my mother's place. Then apologize for letting mom lego on us. I just don't want Guntur mas to feel wrong when mom blatantly shows her hatred in front of Guntur mas.

“Hhhhhh. Dingy.. Do you want to rest, do you still want to watch?” Ask my mom to pull my hand away.

“Bapak still want to chat with Guntur..” Said Mr.

I went back to the chair, I wiped my tears with the back of my finger. Mas Thunder looked at me from his place, he seemed to be holding back his sense of regret towards Mother.

“Dik, mas get drink.” Pinta mas Guntur's.

I understand, mas Guntur want me not to feel pain anymore if anyone wants to return a sentence from the father that will hurt my heart. I grabbed a black crackle containing souvenirs. I went to the kitchen and brought a tray with a kettle and a glass. I also opened a lumpia city for my father. Back at the front desk.

“If indeed you do not hit Arum, you have to prove it..” Said the Father without seeing me. I just looked down, I don't know how I could explain what happened. But even if I'm right, I don't dare argue with my in-laws.

“Pak... it's slander, Sekar did not do that heinous thing..” Deny mas Guntur.

“Yes, tomorrow I will meet Arum with Sekar. If necessary I will meet with a shaman who says if Sekar who sent the witchcraft.” Thunders are full of emotion. But he can still hold it. If I were a crybaby woman, maybe Thunder would often fuss with father and mother. But I never showed that I was persecuted by my father and mother, even though this heart was scratched many times, but I had a place to lean that would not collapse, a place to complain that must have a solution, but I had a place to lean, it's just that time cannot be predicted.

It appears that Guntur shifted the conversation about the development of the garden and the selling price of rubber sap that has recently been below the standard price. Usually one kilo of rubber prices will reach 10 thousand lately it was able to reach the number 5 thousand perkilo.

“Yes it's a confused father, Yadi may be married. Plan for three more months. What you just sell one hectare garden for nddownload event and the cost of offerings.” Said the father worried.

“Do not sir.. Father and mother still need for the future. Let Guntur talk to Yadi. Here we do not need a show sir, we just yasinan. We are only thinking of going to Java.” Mas Guntur gave a suggestion. But suddenly the mother from inside the room appeared from behind the curtains.

“No! I want a ghost! This is why no other child wants to be married. That much mother's slices when to take, you don't know when to marhaban..” Mommy said with a look of dislike with the advice of Guntur.

I know, if the garden is sold then later the mother and father only have 3 hectares of garden, then, with the condition of the price of rubber now only the position of the Thunder mas that tapped it sometimes mothers can only one month one million two hundred or at most one million five hundred, especially if it is reduced by one hectare.

“Bu... “ The thunder mas's greeting came to a halt as he saw a single blink from my eye. I have to remind Guntur, there is no result if you invite mother to talk when her heart is emotional. The thunder poured water and drank it, and he took me home. When I got home, I found it hard to sleep. I who was lying on his chest could feel that his breathing still sounded irregular. I opened my eyes again.

“Mas...” Say it slowly.

“Hem... sleep..” He said while wiping my long hair.

“Thinking of the problem earlier?” Ask me.

“Hem...” Reply mas Thunder briefly.

“Sleep first, not wake up later. Maybe we're asked to wake up the other night.”.

“When mom and dad softened his heart yes dik..” Say mas Guntur with heavy breath.

“Allah knows better, we can not maksa mas.. “ My spirit on the Thunder mas.

“This sin ga mas…. I like to be upset with my mother, especially if you have treated me arbitrarily. Mau yelled at mother, in mental nasehati.. “ Complaints of Guntur mas. I got up and sat down cross-legged while staring at the face of Thunder from the dim light of the middle room lamp.

“Then, Kyai Rohim knew damn well that one of the mistakes that God forgives is our fault with our parents as long as we take care of him mas, so I do not want to fit in mas ever invite to move far away. We can send money every month, but it's different if we take care of it directly. Not to mention the reward when just coming to the mother's house. It was like worship to the Ka’bah. Means we are almost every day to ka’bah.” My speech.

The thunderman sat in front of me. He took my hand.

“I just know now why it used to be when you brought Gus Ali there was a conversation with Gus Furqon, if in fact the married man or woman will live with the morals and character of our partner is not her beauty, because the beauty will fade when the age begins to grow older…. But your morals will never age, extinct. Later your husband will stand to defend you, if at the end of the day something burdens you, Dik. Because I am the most accurate witness that your morals on the face of the earth are so good, both to parents and me as your husband.” Guntur Mas.

Ah…. My heart feels good, especially what I expect on this earth besides my husband's ridho. Because my husband is my way to heaven or hell. Because the Prophet once asked women who are also experts in fiqh when finished discussing fiqh.

‘How is your manners to your husband?’ had I been asked that question by the Prophet, what would have been my answer. I was worried that one day these lips would complain because my husband had a super hard-hearted mother, or even I answered that my husband did not give me a happy life, he said, the expression of the heart of Thunder tonight makes me feel let alone one mother, a hundred mothers like my in-laws, I will face it patiently. Because I have my way of heaven, ridho my husband.

"May Allah not take away his mercy which I currently have, mas." Saying as I lay my head on his lap.~~~~