The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 5 My Love For Sekar (POV Thunder)

When I came out of Obgyn's doctor's office, I didn't dare look at my wife's two eyes. The turmoil in the heart was getting more and more rumbling. I can feel what Sekar is worried about. My wife must be getting worse. Seven years we were married, it feels like just me and Sekar feel the beautiful happiness of falling in love when after halal to share the taste. Yeah, I was the one at the beginning who didn't feel interested in her. My mind was too high.

When I was invited to Gus Furqon. Nanny and son of Kyai Rohim who is famous for his simplicity. When Gus Ali took me there, it turned out that he intended to ask one of the students of Gus Furqon to be his wife, that is me. How I didn't misbehave. At first, Sowan, who came out to deliver drinks for me and Gus Ali is a beautiful girl figure, chubby cheeks. Her skin is white, her eyelashes are pliable, her beauty increases when I lyrics there is a splash in her eyes.

'Beautiful' My inner self back then.

But when Bu Nyai or Gus Furqon's wife was present. He called a woman or girl who has been puberty and long served in his pesantren.We had met face to face. There is no swish in my heart. Either I hope the first santri came out earlier or indeed Sekar is not white. The skin is sapo mateng. There was no woe in the corner of his eye. But I couldn't resist when Gus Ali said I was a good fit.

So I accepted the match. But the problem continues to approach. Mother and Father in the village turned out to have chosen a girl for me when I finished the cottage. But I cannot refuse Sekar. Because Gus Ali and I have visited his house. So I told Father and Mother that I could not cancel the marriage with Sekar. Exactly two days while I was getting married, my Mbah Kakung passed away. Then Mother and Father could not attend my ijab qobul event.

Even one week after marriage, still in the house of Sekar. He and I are not yet husband and wife. But one week I was with him in the room and in the house. It was like a real form or a real picture of a beautiful story that I often heard during the naji of Uqudullujain. A book that talks about husband and wife.

He is not as beautiful as the ndalem Kali Bening man named Zhafirah. He respected me as a husband. I'm even like the King in our household. I got it wrong on my own. Either love or sympathy. When I took him to Sumatra, my land of birth. Sekar returns as a form of the wife of Sholehah. But my logic keeps ruining the mood. I'm still cold with him. I still remember back then, I always refused to massage myself when my body was hit by a fever.

"Mas, I massage ya?" Said at that time.

"Not to." I answered coldly, my mind refused. But this heart wants him to take care of me like a husband and wife.

Not to mention, he would always ask me for permission for trivial matters for me. But as my mind began to agree, I found the world's heaven flower the most precious jewel for a man. Yes, Sekar actually practices the sciences in small books, but many meanings and knowledge are contained when njai in the boarding school.

"Mas, can I fast Monday Thursday?" She asked when she had lived together for almost a few months.

"Yes, please. But if you meet the renwang, do not need to fast. " I answered briefly.

I was about to answer tightly, but this heart was holding my lips. I digest the sentence. He has fulfilled his duty. He must ask my permission to fast. Even though he knew, I rarely touched him.

But this love is able to be present and blossom. Even Sekar has truly become a Flower in my heart. A few times I saw his patience with my super-fussy mother. I myself sometimes overwhelmed to face the character and character of Mother. But Sekar, she really is the flower that colors my life. Her personality, her morals are so beautiful. Although maybe my brain always sees its flaws, its skin. I don't know, in the beginning I even touched it just aborted my obligations. But really the science of making himself present a form of the best husband and wife relationship is what makes couples addicted. And now, now he became my opium.

Slowly but surely I show you care, affection. My love for him. The third year I began to see his laughter, his cheerfulness. My love for Sekar blinded my mind which had always protested against my wife's skin that was not white. Which husband is not happy, if having a smart wife wakes me up at the time of Shahuh. A body that feels so tired, because I can be said only farmers and odd jobs are also teachers. Then the physical is more drained. But my wife was always able to wake me up in a way that made me wake up easily and even energetically afterwards to fetch sustenance.

Ah I remember when he suddenly opened his face in the middle of the night, when I just came home from patrol. When I wanted to be accompanied by him, he asked for permission to pray lail which would soon run out. Because time has passed. I just gawked as he opened his face and inched into the bed.

He smiled and answered my question.

“Shalat tahajud is sunnah, so how do I do Sunnah when there is one obligation that I must fulfill.” Embarrassed answer.

If all this time he was free to pray lail, because I rarely asked for my rights. So when our relationship has been in love with each other, then when I asked him to accompany me. She realized that the obligation of a wife to fulfill the call when her husband wants her.

Not only that, I hope to meet for the second time with Sekar. Later, in the afterlife I want to meet her in heaven as my angel. How unhappy I am, my wife loves me without her praying for her Lord. I remember very well when the drought in our village almost taka da rain for 9 months more. I had to take the drigen to Pamsimas's place, which was quite far from home. At that time I forgot to fill the jeding of our bathroom that was outside the house with water, our well will run out of water, But a man when he already had the desire to be with his wife, his wife, he even forgot the water thing for bathing and ablution for shajuh prayer is not there. So that when it was almost dawn, he woke me up because the adhan shubuh almost reverberated.

“What's up dik?” ask me in a typical wake-up voice.

“I can't shower junub, mas. Jedingnya empty. There is only one bucket of water.” He said, sitting by my side, holding a towel. I rubbed my face. If other women may delay until the afternoon of her bath. But Sekar, he was embarrassed if he had to take a bath at his mother's house. Finally blind morning we went to a time that was quite far from home using my win motorcycle.

Men where not the spirit to pick up a living, when the needs of the dzohir and his inner is fulfilled by the wife. There was never a rejection. I didn't realize we were married for almost 7 years. If it wasn't for me feeling sorry for him. I'm not gonna force him to check with the obstetrician. Mother, yes Mother who always cornered Sekar. That's what makes me unbearable. I don't want to be lame. My mother is the woman who gave birth to me. My heaven is with Mom. As for Sekar, I have promised his parents. I'll handle him well. It's not just about the bed. But in the case of the heart, it must also be kept.

I know, Sekar never refused when I asked for something. Including when I asked him to come to town. I couldn't speak when the doctor said that Sekar had a problem with the Fallopian tube. I can only hold his hand. Even when eating, he can still serve me well.

'Your moral beauty is so much that I love you more.' I said in my heart as I pushed the water towards him.

I even closed my eyes when I got home from town. Just the grip of my hand on Sekar's hand made me calm. I was scared, afraid he would leave me. I close my eyes, because silence is better when asking or encouraging my wife. I let him get busy with his thoughts. Because from his face, look at his eyes. I know, he's hurt by fate. Destiny says that it has flaws. But I'm sure, Sekar Ayu Gumiwang. You are the woman who has graced my life. I'd rather interpret Gumiwang with a ray than he said, Pioneer like his father's wish. Because his presence really shines through my life.

His smile, always able to cover the wound, restless, restless. Seven years married, he never complained about the treatment of his mother. Not even once did he whine to go home. When many times our savings for homecoming must be used for the purposes of Yadi and Yani. Ah, if I had married a woman I admired or her best friend Sekar. Will he be this strong, and very patient. I even kept tears at times when Sekar could still laugh when we could only eat white rice with masako. The needs of my two sisters who are still in college make us have to live with concern.

Every marriage seems to have tears. Neither the tears of marriage nor the tears of happiness. Like that night, your request to me made me want to scream and rebel. But none of that I could have done. I am santri, where we were taught adab to parents. Even if the parents are wrong, we can only gently advise. If they are angry, we are only asked to be quiet. Can't raise your voice in front of parents.

How can I wish Sekar, she is a great woman for me. Which wife can eat only potluck. The money that the husband earns for the brother-in-law costs and helps the father-in-law control costs every month. Which wife can obey a husband like Sekar. He won't buy anything until he asks my permission. Even the wedding gold I used to give 10grams of gold necklace. He slipped from his neck. He gave it to me to buy cows. Until now the cow had a child, and the cow was healthy also produce a large healthy offspring. 'Ijem's'. I like to call him that. Because when we buy it, his eyes are always closed.

If I had insisted on marrying the woman I saw in white at Gus Furqon's cabin. Does he want to help me when I'm busy taking care of the bodies. Or I'm busy fulfilling Mom and Dad's requests. Sekar even very deftly uses my Bali sickle when carving next to the house to eat Ijem. Sometimes, I go home gardening made head bobbles. My wife cleaned the cow shed. So do not be surprised when behind the house there are vegetables that are so fertile. Cow manure is used for fertilizer so that the soil before planting vegetables becomes fertile. We rarely buy vegetables. Now the first I doubted to be my wife, actually became my life companion so strong. Even I can be as strong as I am now and spend a lot of my time on useful things because my wife is so tough.

I'm famous for the buggy outside. But I have always treated my wife well, meekly. Because I'm afraid later, at the end of the day. I profess love for the Prophet but I do not treat my wife well as the Prophet taught.