The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 49 Our Intention (POV Thunder)

Flashback.

“Trik... trick... tri....” the long-needle sound in the wall clock on the wall of the mosque makes me not too sleepy on the porch, he said, or because there is no Sekar in my arms so that dreamland is not able to make me sleep soundly.

I woke up and saw the clock on my phone. It's one o'clock at night. I saw Sekar's profile, it looked like my wife was online.

{Not sleeping dik?}

(Not yet, still waiting for Vira to fall asleep from earlier. Didn't sleep himself?)

{Not yet, can't sleep. Many mosquitoes equal the sound of the clock is noisy at all.}

(Mas, can you go home for a minute? There's something I want to talk about before tomorrow morning taking Vira to Kota.)

{Ya already back home, chat under the tree only, all mas make coffee.}

(Sami’na wa a’tona.).

{Is heaven not losing angel ya dik.. }.

(No, intentionally. Especially for a sholelah husband.).

“Hhhhh...” You more and more make me fall in love dik..” My murmur while hurrying to leave the terrace of the mosque. Mang Ujang who came with coffee was screaming when he saw me half ran away from the mosque yard.

“Asyiikkk who has not fought anymore.. I also said what mas.... the woman if sulking Just for a moment, who sulked her long loss alone can not get a reward…” The sound of shouting Mang Ujang I did not ignore.

I rushed across the asphalt road and headed home. Arriving at the courtyard of the house I have seen Sekar under the tree. He just came out with a wooden tray. Looks hot steam from his coffee. I sat down and sipped my wife's coffee. It feels delicious, because the cold weather makes me really want a cup of coffee that was offered by Mang Ujang.

“You talk about what problem?” Ask me a curious.

“Soal Vira and her fetus, mas.. would you like if we adobsi baby Vira later?” Ask without daring to look at me.

It's always like that when you ask for something. He is like a child asking for a snack or something with worry in case he gets angry.

“Mas also thought this afternoon. This evening Istikharah prayed but could not even sleep. Tomorrow morning I'll talk to Vira. If she pleases, we'll adobe her son.” Saying me.

“But... I want us to help the cost every month for Vira at least he checked with a doctor and bought milk... can?” Ask Sekar.

“YA, yesterday's budget to pay our bank allocate to Vira every month from Vira want or not?” Ask me again.

“Yes, tomorrow morning I will ask Vira, I feel sorry for her and her innocent fetus…. At least we can save the fetus as well as the future of Vira. He still wants to continue his studies.” Sekar.

I was very happy because I was the one who wanted to convey the idea, but I was worried that Sekar actually felt insecure because it was about children. I don't want to hurt her, she's been fighting and sacrificing too much while being my wife. We were quite happy because we could help Vira, Even the cost for Vira to return to Java we helped, he was really desperate capital. To Sumatra with only 300 thousand dollars. I also uploaded the status on my green medsos with one cup of coffee and one cup of saffron and Sekar's honey. The saffron was bought by Umi Ayu for Sekar because Umi Ayu knew our problem. Maybe because Sekar often helps Umi Ayu then has not been exhausted saffron that is routinely consumed by Sekar, Umi Ayu has given a new one. It is like being an inner contact between a student and a teacher. Shortly after I posted the photo, Kyai Damar sent a message to my phone.

{Wah Tasty iku.. can you join us? I nembe tangi kang.. clingak clinguk dewean iki, mboten enten kanca ne.}.

(Any Bi, kulo teng mriku Bi?)

{Pas niki, gedang godok nembe mateng}

Reply Kyai Damar while sending a picture of one plate of boiled bananas that looks still emit hot steam.

“Dik, mas to the cottage huh?” Ask me.

“Loh... Want to do?” Ask Sekar.

“Custom, nemenin Yai Damar. Around Pondok.” My speech.

I used to go at midnight or the children's hours. Kyai Damar Pesantren Cottage is not too big. Then there has been no lurah hut like in Java or security officer hut. Then I sometimes mas Yono who will go around the cottage. Sometimes there like a naughty santri who smokes in the corner or under the tree. I even often find Kyai Damar sitting in a dark place or in a corner of a building that is not visible to the santri, he watches over the students who are still not asleep or recess when the break arrives. As I was about to push the motor, Sekar whispered in my ear.

“Mas all mature if Kyai Damar looks not tired. Our intentions..” Say Sekar.

I nodded quickly. Arriving at the cottage, I saw a couple who from morning until night was busy taking care of the students and the cottage. Now is relaxing while enjoying boiled bananas. I sat on the terrace right near the entrance.

“So it's really fast when you go home when you're sagging. I just wanted to run, mas Yono said go straight home.” Kyai Damar.

After the show, I went straight home. It turns out that Kyai Damar wants to thank me.

I was just pensive for a moment, I remembered if it was my wife's idea. He wants something different. So that there is no ordinary thing in the community where there will be music events. Then the entertainment will sometimes be so unpleasant in view when some of the hobby of dancing is not aware if it is in public. So at that time Sekar said if the event uses hadroh grub where the santri who will read the shawalat and beat the hadroh. Precisely a blessing when an event was instead used to entertain the claimants who always keep the prayer five time also time spent studying like the santri in the boarding school Kyai Damar. I was also happy to hear slowly people began to choose to hold prayers during their child's wedding than others.

I also remembered Sekar's message, so I gave it to convey the meaning to Kyai Damar and Umi Ayu.

“I want to ask for prayers and guidance Kyai and Umi. My plan and Sekar will adopt a child.” Say it slowly.

“oya? But not with the intention of like many people for fishing right Kang?” ask Umi Ayu to ascertain our initial intention to adopt a child.

“Mboten Mi...” My quick word.

I also explained to my teacher that Sekar and I planned to adopt a child who might be born with his nasab as his mother because the child was born out of wedlock. I also asked her what if she was a girl or a boy. Automatically the child will not be my mahram if women and vice versa.

“Alhamdulilah good intention, God willing will be facilitated the wrestling of God. 6 months for the Guntur and mbak Sekar will be a long time but not for the mother who will give birth to the baby. May Allah provide the health and convenience of the woman by repenting and not returning to abort her fetus, and pray also that her mother can truly repent.” Umi Ayu Response,

“Sometimes, among ordinary children the result of the actions of their parents is considered sinful, we should not give discriminatory treatment to the child. Because, children who are born do not inherit the sins of their parents.”ucap Kyai Damar also.

I did not tell the real story, I was worried so open the disgrace of others. Then at least I can talk in the future if it is the child that we adopted.

“Then, Umi Laila was looking for herbal remedies for millions of prices. For one congregation, because the case is the same. ” Say Umi Ayu.

Umi Ayu also went inside, before long he brought a book and read it and it seemed that my two teachers were discussing. I dare not come either. Just listen so Umi Ayu gives one input.

“Can kang, now it's cannggih. Ask your obstetrician for a medicine or vitamin to produce milk. That way, the baby will drink ASI from mbak Sekar at least 5 x until full, it will be mahram,.” Umi Ayu.

“Look at kang, let it be more steady. Next month I plan to go to Gus Ali and Kyai Rohim. I will ask for this matter, worried wrongly. Because I doubt, nasabnya still mother because later this child was born out of wedlock but if it succeeded Mbak Sekar can breastfeed the baby, then whether including mahram njenengan and mbak Sekar. Well because it was said Umi Laila had experienced this. We will try to talk to him. So there is no hesitation and more caution. But on the other hand, indeed if he suckles on Mbak Sekar then he becomes a mahram for Kang Damar.” Kyai Damar.

“Consider kulo manut Yai..” Say my word with a nod of the head.

I felt very happy because it seemed like our teacher approved of our intentions, hopefully not only good in our eyes but also in front of God. Intention to save a fetus that may be abandoned and a mother who may be a victim of a young love without knowledge, lucky Vira is now more mature so that it is not fast to act as before.

I plan on adopting the absolute child Vira was born with later. ~~~~

Flashback.

But one problem happened again, when he returned from the city. While massaging my shoulder, he said a sentence that made me want to be angry with him.

“Mas..”Call Sekar.

“Hem...” Answer me.

“If only Vira married how?” Ask her.

I stopped his hand and turned towards him. I know I don't like what he says. He just sat down and looked down.

“You want a face-to-face race?” Ask me.

He lifted his gaze and immediately pinched my stomach.

“Ih... ya sure won mas... “ His speech while repeatedly tickling my waist.

I laughed because I was amused. I actually want to be angry, but I know it's pointless. I have to see from my wife's side why she can say that. I held her two hands and I clenched her tightly, as I stroked her long hair.

“Tell me what's your reason this time until you want to share your husband again with another woman, do you want to go to heaven because it's in polygamy?” Ask me.

“No... not that mas. Not because of heaven, but because so that mas can have offspring from women who can give mas offspring. I think Vira is a good child if it can be guided and directed.. I sincerely mas.. so that the man or woman who was born later so not confused his status later for mas and for me.” Sekar.

I held his head as he wanted to break his embrace.

“All have been found the solution by Umi Ayu, insyaallah later he sowan to Kyai Rohim to ask further.” My speech.

I told Sekar my chat last night. So from that day on, every month Sekar always send money to Vira. He also often calls with Vira, also often ask Tika and Yadi to visit Vira. When Vira was sick, Sekar quickly called Tika, he wanted my sister-in-law to be more familiar with Sekar even though she had only briefly become Yadi's wife. Three months passed, One phone call from my mother-in-law made me shed tears.

“Nak Guntur... there is something you want to convey.” Say mom carefully.