The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 50 Most Beautiful Jewelry (Guntur POV)

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Answer me.

In my heart I pray that nothing happens to my father or mother in Java. But all beyond my predictions. My lips were tightly clenched, sentence by sentence I heard what my mother-in-law said. He called through a video link. I can see the sincerity and honesty of each sentence. Although there were tears held in the corner of his eyes.

"Turr... Now in this week often contact the mother by phone. Exactly a week ago. Sekar asked mother to contact son Guntur. Something Sekar told mom and dad. He asked for our blessing which should not be on us but on the son of Thunder... " Say mother while taking a breath for a moment. My mother-in-law seemed to need a long breath

I wonder in my heart what Sekar asked for the blessing of his father and mother.

‘Hopefully not the case of his request lately.’ My inner.

“Nak Guntur, after mother and father spoke and pondered what happened between you. I hope that Thunder wants to fulfill Sekar's wishes. God willing mother and father ridho if Sekar ridho for honey. Marry that woman. Reportedly still 4 months of age.” Said my mother-in-law with a shady face. My lips were closed tightly. It feels like both of my neutrals are hot and sore. My heart also feels warm.

It turns out that Sekar told us what happened to our household, which is why we have not been buried with a child. He tells honestly that he is having problems with his fallopian tubes.

“Nak. I believe that the son of Thunder can be fair, the son of Thunder will not mendzalimi Sekar with the second wife. Mother saw how great Sekar's love for the son of Thunder. Not all women want in honey, but Sekar. He did not want to part with the son of Thunder so therefore, grant Sekar's request. God willing even mother tomorrow Sekar regretted his request and decision, the mother who will first witness that son Guntur is not a husband who dzalim.” Said my mother-in-law with tears that had washed her cheeks.

I don't know what Sekar thought, several times he asked me to marry Vira on the grounds that I could have a biological child or a child with a pith. But it's not as easy as Sekar thought. Perhaps so great was his love for that he considered himself a candle that was willing to run out for the person he loved. I also shed tears while holding back the tightness in my chest, my lips shut. I speak a thousand languages.

“Nak Thunder…. Just fulfill Sekar's request, maybe there is happy news after son Guntur married the woman.” Say mother-in-law I again believe me.

‘How do I wish such great love to that which could not necessarily be like you Dik..’ My mind refuses to complain about Sekar with anyone, seeing Sekar must be patient with facing mother for years only my heart hurts even though he never complained to me about the treatment of mother to him, she said, I especially split my heart. I realized, her strength all along was because of my great love for her.

“Sorry ma'am..pardon Guntur.. even if Guntur's real mother asks to marry another woman... will not be bu.... as long as Sekar still breathes… I love him with all his flaws.” I said softly.

The call ended at the end of my mother-in-law with my father-in-law who closed the conversation. I can't wait for Sekar to come home from teaching at the mosque. Immediately I rushed to prepare myself I did not have time to pray together when mother called Adzan already reverberating. So I prayed ashar with fullness in the chest, I cried while visiting the distaste of God, allow my wife to get pregnant from my seed. I want him to be happy, if he wants me to be happy then his happiness is my happiness. Maybe this is what I feel for me too.

When I finished cleaning Ijem's cage and feeding him and changing his drinking water, I heard the sound of Sekar's motorbike. I wait for him to clean up, I sit still staring at him. Sekar is a wife who understands my face, without me talking in the slightest she feels there is something I want to say. She closed the kitchen door because she opened her veil. He sat down by my side and rubbed in my arms.

“What's up? Anything to say?” Ask him with a spoiled voice.

“You yourself have anything to say?” Ask me.

“No..” Answer her slowly.

“What is the purpose of your life, Dik..” said me again while holding his hand tightly.

“...” For a moment he broke his embrace. He looked at me and looked at my two eyes.

“My goal is to find supplies to be in the village of ujung..” Saying slowly, again he rested his head on my arm.

“Mas is the same, mas also looking for supplies for the most eternal journey, namely the afterlife. But you are not worried if your husband is in trouble later because it is unfair?” Ask me. We both looked at one photo that was printed quite large at Yadi's wedding.

“Adil about what?” Ask.

“Adil on two wives, being fair to your mother and yourself at this time mas only feel can not be fair, let alone added one more wife… stop seducing the wrestling of God and your father's mother to change the stance of mas..” My words are firm. He broke his arms, he looked at me.

I held both of his shoulders.

“How many times do you have to say, if as long as you are still breathing.love whole. But I hope I can continue to be with you until I get older. We live together, we collect our supplies as much as in this world if indeed God is more pleased for us not to have our own flesh and blood. Tomorrow, we go to Obgyn.” I said and we looked at each other for a while.

“For?” His lips opened after a few minutes he seemed unable to speak.

“Mas is more willing to physically hurt you for your happiness, than to have to hurt your heart. We will follow the doctor's advice, you just operate according to the doctor's advice. Mas do not want you to keep asking mas married again, you should know.your husband with the condition that now alone can not be a good husband. Are you sure he can deal with difficult economic conditions? You sure she can face mom? No Sekar, no one is as strong as you, as beautiful as you are in your role as a wife and daughter-in-law.”.

He hugged me tightly, no words came out of his lips. He must be feeling moved or worried because of the syringe because he heard the word surgery. But I wanted her to stop thinking that I would be happy if I had a real child, didn't she know that if she wasn't my wife, maybe my household is often colored by quarrels or I will be dizzy when making a living like most of my friends because of the many complaints of wives related to domestic problems. But Sekar did not bother me with his whining. I remember what Umi Siti said when I proposed to her through the intermediary of Gus Furqon and Umi Siti.

“Choosing a wife is not only to be a partner in life but a friend to the afterlife because we will worship together with his partner, the woman is indeed attractive both from her physique or attitude. But believe me, both religion and morality lead him to one word that is obedience. If he obeys God's law, then he will obey all His commandments and stay away from his prohibition. Although he may not have beauty face, God willing a man who chooses women because his ethics and obedience to God will make the men who choose him happy not only in the world.” Umi Siti's words now I witnessed it myself, today exactly eight years more we married.

He is not white, not a cute face, not a scholar or born to rich parents. But today, he proves that he is the most beautiful creature of God.

“I just want you to be happy mas.. Hiks... “ Say a hug in my arms.

I let out my embrace, I held both cheeks while looking at the round face and the round netra under her eyes.

“Bless mas, it is aging with you. And always be by your side, not with two or three wives though I asked Sekar while I put my forehead on his forehead. Nodding the head from Sekar made me pull the corner of my lips.

“If other men argue that the sunnah of the prophet is polygamous, mas prefer lail and other sunnah prayers. Do you not know that the Prophet was with Sayyidah Khadijah for 28 years and only in the age of about 8 years did he practice polygamy. And one that you should know. mas can not be fair, fair is not easy. mas only ordinary people, men of the end times… but to be fair about the inner.. mas can not.. “ I pull Sekar's body in my arms.

For me as a Muslim, this religion is a teaching that upholds the values of justice, equality, humanity and glory. This teaching brought by the Prophet is a revolutionary religion that is able to change a state of contempt to glory. One proof of all of that is the reverence of Islam for women.

“How can you deny the glory that you have now been unable to get women in jahiliah.” My speech.

“I'm sorry mas..I'm sorry... I won't ask for something that might actually make mas unhappy..” said Sekar.

‘Take care only for Sekar Rabb...don't you open my heart, eyes on other women, Sekar is the most beautiful jewelry in this world that I have.’ I just hope that this feeling is not replaced with boredom, disappointment and feeling no longer suitable for Sekar. Since my faith may be strong at this time, I can still maintain my love, my home. I was only sheltering from the temptations of demons who might still not be tired of seducing me or Sekar to have us split up, and one of them might whisper my wife's heart to get me married again. I could not be strong enough to keep my faith if there was a second, all this time I was only good at processing the taste in the heart and never looked at what was not mine, so Sekar remains the queen in my heart and my life.