The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 65 Post-Election

One week after the election of the village head, the atmosphere of the village still can not return as before. Some supporters of Mr. Marhen still can not move on because the champion did not win. Even issues that began before the election are still being blown. Like this morning I intend to pick cassava leaves that are on the side of the road. Money is in hand to buy gasoline and pay for electricity this month. I have not told Guntur mas if the money for shopping is up. But at least in front and side of the house there are still vegetable plants to be an alternative to the current conditions.

Luckily the remains of the cellar yesterday still there is sebako. As I was picking the cassava leaves suddenly some mothers stopped and asked me in a half-mockery tone.

"Wah Bu Kades, running out of capital like him. Until wedus isuk-isuk." Said Ms. Ririn who was feeding her son who was in a sling. I smiled at him. I know what he means, but I do not want to be provoked let alone tell my financial condition which is post-election enough to be kere aka no savings.

"Would Meli have MPASI now mom? Where's her mother?" Ask Miss Ririn.

He seemed to show me his sour face.

"Here, Meli's mother's wong is her ga sat set. I know I have kids on set. Clamps clelers...." His ghiba to me. I put on her smile. If I'm a mashbuk or what can be said by a sheepfighter, then the words of Bu Ririn just now can be a capital for me to pit my daughter-in-law and in-laws who always vilify each other in the past behind people. But I know, maybe people like them need garbage cans. Yeah, well, at least I can be their trash can. Instead of them telling stories with others and eventually even in a sheepfight.

"Mom Ririn... Mantu... Pity his son later if confused to behave." remember me.

"Huh! Beni where can live if not because my garden and his father a lot. Eh Bu Kades has heard the latest gossip yet?" Ask Miss Ririn.

I stopped my steps and my hand continued to pluck the cassava daung that looked very fresh when in coconut milk. I looked at Bu Ririn with a casual look. I don't know what gossip will be conveyed by the front neighbor of my house. Suddenly Mbak Ani came and wildly looked towards the end of the road. It was like he was waiting for a vegetable maker who used to use a red motorbike. Our subscription because he will stop here if his merchandise is still a lot.

"What news is Miss Ririn?" Ask Ani curious.

"That's Kang Guntur aka Pak Kades we used a great shaman. Because Mbah Joyo's keris is all broken. Keep saying timses pak Marhen, his shaman he lost the same old shaman kang Guntur." Said Ms. Ririn wiping her grandson's mouth.

"Oala is stale... This new rumor. The team of Mr. Marhen was even in a hurry Mr. Marhen. Reportedly yesterday the money Mr. Marhen a lot that he gave to his team. Now on the run who took the money, Mr. Marhen." Said Mbak Ani who is a gossip who is quite often fast to get the latest info.

"Tiiiii... Tiiinn..."

"Sayuuu... Yur Vegetable.... Mom's...." Shouted Bang Vegetable Subscription Mbak Ani.

Suddenly the vegetable helmet was hit by Mbak Ani because he was upset in shock right. I chuckled and resumed picking the cassava leaves. I did not respond too much to the rumors circulating about me, Guntur. I have been full for 3 months to receive slander, even our dzohir was attacked. I am fortunate to have a teacher who keeps leading me to trust God. Through the lessons taught by our teachers. We can go through tough days when it comes to elections. Ziyah even cried at midnight in the lead-up to the election. But Alhamdulillah, I am not tired of reading Al Fatihah to my son with the intention of drawing near to Allah and also asking for protection from Allah through a letter also known as Ummul Kitab. Even when I was in the hut, Kyai Rohim also said that the privilege of Surah Al Fatihah is one of the links between servants and Allah as a statement of faith and a request of beings to Allah.

My hands are no longer clutching cassava leaves. I also greeted Miss Ririn and Ms. Ani.

"Well, Miss Kades?" Ask Bu Ririn who chose vegetables that have been wrapped and hung on the vegetable maker's motorbike.

"Again santen cassava leaves Bu." I said as I left the side of the road to the house.

"What other endings are there, ma'am?" Temptation Bu Ririn again.

"Wedus where dead-end ma'am... Hehe...." I am tempted to return. He immediately fell silent. I'm actually kidding but that's Miss Ririn. When people joke, they take it seriously. When people are serious, they joke.

Though at the beginning he himself said if I was equated with wedus aka goat. It was clearly the red face of Ms. Ririn. Ah, I don't want to clarify anything. After all, I must be clever to keep the tongue because somehow there will be many eyes and ears that are fixed on me and Thunder mas. I rushed home. Quickly I pick the cassava leaves and then I wash it clean and while waiting for boiling water I peel the coconut using a machete. And I'm half-scarred because we're just the two of us. Ziyah I dare not give coconut milk. Soon Tika came with Ziyah and Yadi. I saw my sister-in-law crying as she got off the bike and carried Ziyah.

"What's the Ka?" Ask me a curious.

I grabbed Ziyah from her carrier.

"Have been scolded by Mom, mbak." Yadi said with a confused face. He appears to be wearing a work shirt that has not yet been changed.

"You just got home?" Ask me.

Yadi nodded.

"There in. The story inside. Later people will be seen as gossip again. It's just an egg on the omelet to eat your husband. Ma'am didn't finish sipping coconut milk first." I said as I carried Ziyah. The husband and wife looked at Ziyah who I carried in front and I sat down to squeeze coconut milk.

"Here it is, Ziyah is just like me." Tika said still with the remains of a cry.

"Your husband just got home. Make coffee and eat first." My speech. Yadi works at PT and currently he just came home from night shift. I used to do things while carrying Ziyah. The origin of my activities is not dangerous when I am with Ziyah. Tika and Yadi entered. I saw the backs of two people who just knew the meaning of the word to live a new life. Yes, they just passed the new days of the house. Having to meet people, or conditions that we are uncomfortable with and even we feel insecure. Now it is my job to guide them. Because I first ate salt in the household. As for the mother, she was actually fine just that her character was hard and too stiff so it was difficult if she had to guide Tika who was a little more spoiled.

'May you be patient with the nature, the character of the mother.' My mind as I bit Ziyah's fingertips gently as she put her fingers into my mouth.

"For a while, Nduk... Mamak didn't get rammed first. Later the father returned his vegetables have not mateng. Ziyah is smart, right? Sholehah's son, play ya later...." I said as I touched the tip of his nose with the tip of my nose. My hands are still full of coconut pulp.