The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 4 Me, Sekar Ayu Gumiwang

Today, I came home from the hospital. I cleaned the house of in-laws. I'm tidying up the whole room. I've also cooked rice, some clear vegetables for you also know Mother's favorite bacem. After I finished with some, I sat in the living room. The usual place we make for chatting. One picture frame is displayed on the wall of the house. It looks like the frame is quite worn, a photo where when Mas Guntur was giving thanks. Yani, Yadi and my two in-laws were by his side. But one figure that makes me always confused is Arum. The little girl with hair in the braid two sat on the right side of Mas Guntur's chair, she sat on the hand part of the chair. The boy's sweet smile added to the beautiful look of his face, not to mention the white skin.

The girl was the same age as Mas Guntur. You could say, Mr and Arum's parents used to say if they would match Guntur mas with Arum. However, Guntur mas actually in search of a mate by Gus Ali when he asked for blessing prayer to marry. And consideration of accepting Arum even without love. Apparently Gus Ali wants one of his students to be the son-in-law of Gus Furqon. One that is usually done to glue the relationship. Until then Gus Ali betrothed santri ndalem Kali Bening who happened to be the choice of Umi Siti fell on me. So when Guntur mas manut, he chose me to marry, it was enough to make both his parents in Sumatra shocked. Guntur did not know about his match with Arum.

And ends up until now. I looked at that photo. A girl with hair on the braid was wearing a red shirt. He has round eyes and eyebrows that are quite black and dense, his eyelashes look flattened.

"Am I the barrier to your relationship?" My speech.

Actually I was curious about the figure of Arum who lives in the next village. Does he have a pent-up taste with Mas Thunder. Because I heard, he is still single at his age which has been more than 30 years. The status of a PNS teacher. But other news I heard he was too picky in the affairs of a mate. Suddenly a car stopped in front of the house. I also ran to the front. I was standing at the front door of the car. I helped my father get out of the car. The thunder that came down first also helped Father.

Arriving in the room, Father threw away his face when I looked at him. My hand was not even accepted by my father. Even the question I want to drink warm water or bitter tea, there is no answer. Guntur distracts me by asking for coffee.

“Dik, make coffee.” Pinta Mas Guntur while sitting leaning on the chair in the front room.

Mom and Dad were in the room. I also quickly made coffee for Guntur. Coffee made with a dose of 2-1. Guntur does not like sweet coffee. He followed into the kitchen and opened the rice hood. I just stirred the coffee I had brewed with boiling water. Quickly I prepared the hot water and dishes because I saw that Thunder had lowered the rice hood. Mas Guntur to the father's room to invite the Father and Mother to eat. He seems to be back in the kitchen.

"Dik, Come on dahar.... " Take the Thunder.

I sat by the side of Thunder. I also took a plate. I looked ahead but my mother never showed up.

"Mother ga dahar ma?" Ask me.

{Mothers don't eat, mas? }

"Sorry to the hospital." Mas Guntur.

He also eats with gourmand. The eight that I prepared seemed almost exhausted in his greed with the fried sambal I ulek, there were only a few leaves of miser left on the plate. It's not hard to please my husband's tongue. There is enough sauce and lalapan. It's not too demanding for a side dish. For him to feel full there should be no side dishes. Because to buy a side dish in a village like ours is quite expensive. Except fishing results or setting fish traps at times. Then it can be obtained for free.

After eating, Guntur also enjoyed his coffee. His face looks tired, maybe he lacks sleep while accompanying the mother to look after the father. He must not sleep well and not eat well while keeping you in the hospital. If you want to lower your ego a little, maybe I can take turns to look after and care for you. But my mother would not let me come. Then I have to be home, lucky for Guntur to plant a special grass to eat cows commonly called Kolonjono around the house. So I was left during the death of Mas Guntur, enough grass around the house to eat Ijem and 3 other cows. Here I understand the advice of Umi Siti while still in the cottage.

“Whoever gets married is happy, if Happy is only a year and two years. But if you want forever then each must lower his Ego. Our ego must be brought by Faith so that Sakinah, mawaddah and Warrahmah can be created.”

Somehow, I used to not really consider important some advice Umi Laila. Because I'm not as smart as my best friend Zhafirah. But I only have love for Umi and manut. I prove now, my love for the new Umi Siti I feel the impact. All of her advice became my provision to continue being the wife of the sholehah and not to be whiny. Because the reality is I married a man who is not too established, handsome but his character is so amazingly handsome. If I used to dream of marrying an established and handsome man, now my decision to accept Mas Guntur because of his moral considerations is correct. He glorified me so much, as at this moment, he turned his head towards the door. Then one mouthful he pointed at me. Sometimes things like this make me forget about pregnancy.

Ah, I remember how I cried yesterday because Ijem gave birth to his child. I was jealous of just one cow. Even when I rubbed Ijem's stomach back then, it seemed like my beef baboon was enjoying it.

"Ijem and his son are healthy?" Ask Mas Guntur.

I also smiled looking at Thunder.

"Well a week in town, Ijem asked. Not his wife." Say it slowly. I was worried that my mom and dad would hear our conversation.

"Haha.... Yes you are clearly looking healthy. Ijem has no husband. Hehe.. masa' jealous of Ijem." Mas Guntur's typical laughter seemed to catch Mom's attention.

Suddenly she went to the kitchen and took a glass of water. He sat on the chair right by my side. After he had drunk a glass of water, he again hurt me with his sarcastic words.

"Yes jealous, the cow iso monak manak. Naturally Thunder was more worried. Keep his son if many can be sold. Lah Ka-" I haven't finished with the sentence yet.

Guntur quickly held back his mother's words.

"Mom, mbok uwes toh Ma'am. We just got home. Lah Sekar is just a guyon loh Bu... I'm just a guyon nanyain Ijem." Mas Guntur said he did not like it. He also stood up from his seat. He went to my father's room.

I dare not look at my mother-in-law. I take the plate and the leftover glass to eat Mas Guntur. But I knew that no matter how bad my in-laws were to me, she was still the woman who gave birth to my husband.

"Would you like me to make some coffee or tea?" Ask me.

"Not to." He said, leaving me alone.

My heart always beats uncharacteristically when I get close to my mother, this I feel at the end of this. Ever since my two in-laws openly asked me to allow Mas Guntur to marry Arum. But when I do the dishes, my hands tremble. One plate I even put back in a black tub.

"You heard yourself anyway, Arum said yesterday whatever. Importantly her marriage was recorded and officially registered religiously and governmentally. He doesn't think about economics. His salary is already there." Said Mom with her crisp voice.

I put down the foam I used to soothe the dirty dishes. My heart hurts, but yesterday I was sincere if Guntur wants to marry Arum. No, what makes me sick isn't that. My question was answered. Arum has a taste for Mas Guntur. Suddenly Guntur took the plate I had put in the tub. He rinsed the plate and pulled my hand.

"Let's go home. Mas tired... " Say it to me.

His look at me has not changed. I stifled the feeling I wanted to spill. On the way home I just stared at the face of Mas Guntur who was just staring at the unpaved streets. I followed the steps of Thunder. Ah, Sekar Ayu Gumiwang. Your name is not as pretty as your life. Even the name Gumiwang that my father pinned for me so that I would become a pioneer, seemed meaningless in my life. If the name is prayer, then perhaps the only Sekar is indeed worthy of my life. Means flowers, yes. I am the flower of life in Thunder.

He loved me so much, whether I was still a bud, or now it has bloomed and maybe the lice are gone. He still loves me. He still takes care of my heart, he still always comforts me.

Arriving home. He distracts me from my words. He understands very well, I will not ask if it is not explained. He called me.

"Sir." Her speech.

I just wanted to unpack the bag to get some dirty clothes, so I could soak them. I sat by his side.

"The cow we sell. Someone wants to buy. That's 20 million. Can for capital wisudah Yadi and we go home. His savings money yesterday has been used for the care of Mr anyway?" Her speech.

I reflect with tears. I kissed the back of his hand. Even a few times.

"Alhamdulillah... Maturne.... " My words are happy. I miss both my parents so much. I never whine to go home because to return from Sumatra to Java certainly not enough money one million, he said, not to mention we had to hire people to take care of the livestock and fields while leaving the house in the circumstances of days.