The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 7 Yadi and His Desire

I was so happy, because Mas Guntur said that one of Ijem's children would be sold. The price of the cow is very expensive. At least enough for Mother, father and we went to Java to attend Yadi graduation event. The rest can be used to go home and pay people to take care of the garden as well as feed Ijem and his two children.

Soon fast. Just counting the days, will enter the glorious month, Ramadan. Me and Guntur like years before. We cleaned the yard, the house was like to welcome guests. Or as if to welcome the Eid al-Fitr. I was asked by Guntur mas to help him clean the house of Mom and Dad.

I saw that morning Thunder was busy justifying the cutting machine. He will use the machine rather than having to use a spray tank. That husband of mine, used to do things that were considered strange. As he slashed the weeds. It will slash along the passageway leading to the asphalt road. Even Mother would nag after Thunder slashed the grass. The reason is, I feel annoyed because it can almost be sure when going to a holiday or Ramadan. No one wants to slash or spray the weeds along the aisle.

When Mas Guntur was ready to carry the slash on his shoulder, I prevented it.

“Mas, coffee has not been drunk, will be cold hunted.” My speech.

Mas Guntur also took off the sash of the cutting machine. He sat back down to a bamboo curtain that resembled a bed.

“So forgot the same coffee.” Say Mas Guntur while opening the lid of the Stainless cup.

“Hem... New coffee?” Ask Guntur who is a lover of coffee.

“New, yesterday in love by-by the same Bu Mega. My son just returned from Sulawesi. Coffee toraja.” Obviously Ku on Mas Guntur while taking a slice of fried banana which is on the side of the cup of Guntur coffee.

“It feels special once.” Her speech.

Suddenly from the back appeared Yadi, he had only three days to go home because he had a college holiday, besides. He's had his thesis and refinement tests. Graduation is only two months away.

“Assalamualaikum.” Yadi said at the kitchen door.

My father, mother and family used to come to my house through the kitchen door. Because my house faces the side of a big road. My mother's house was in the hallway behind my house. Entering through the back door has become a habit.

“Walaikumsalam. Login In.” Mas Guntur.

Yadi sat down on the side of Guntur. He seems to be wearing glasses now. Because often hours facing the laptop screen makes him unable to clearly see the face of people from a distance of 3 meters.

I'm going to the kitchen to make coffee. But Yadi seemed to understand my intentions when standing up. He stopped me from going to the kitchen.

“Ndon't make your coffee. I just got a coffee at home.” Yadi.

Yadi who saw there was a slashing machine on the lip of the kitchen door, opened a chat that made me suspicious. Yadi is actually a good boy, he is almost similar to Mas Guntur. However, due to the habituation of the High School period, all needs are met by Mas Guntur. Then the parenting or mental education is different. As at this time, my sister-in-law asked for something that was not able to make Mas Guntur so dear to his sisters, unable to say ‘no'.

“Let me just mas who slashed in the hallway. Stay up again holiday.” Her speech.

“Already... Don't try to seduce... Later you even gout or back pain. Repot, mom. What's up?” Todong mas Guntur direct.

Guntur already understood and memorized each of his younger brothers. Yadi could take the most. Heart of Thunder. Seen my sister-in-law rubbed her nape and occasionally she justifies the position of her glasses.

“Begini mas, I actually yesterday college time was close to the girl. And honestly during the thesis, I often paced back and forth on his father's motorcycle. Well yesterday just want to go home, his father asked if it could be tomorrow right before or after the graduation event. I was asked to propose to his daughter.” Yadi said, lowering his head.

He did not dare to look at Thunder. Guntur grabbed his cigarette. He smoked in that cigarette. I don't know if it was intentionally. However, I was asked by Guntur to buy a cigarette that happened to live on a stick.

“Dik, please buy another cigarette. This will mas all want to cut the grass in front and edge of the mosque.” Mas Guntur.

I nodded and went into the room. I took the money before going to the stall. Thunder who everywhere never carry a wallet. Reminds me of the figure of the late KH. Abdurahman Wahid, he is also a man or a cleric who does not carry a wallet anywhere.

I also went out the front door. As soon as I felt worried, Thunder was angry with his sister. I can see from the look on his face. Almost 8 years of living together, I memorize the look on my husband's face and tone of voice when he is upset or does not like one thing.

‘Give patience to my husband and I am God...  Whatever's gonna happen. Then it must be because of Your will, Rabb.’ My mind while walking down the asphalt is quite hot.

When I returned, I saw that Yadi's face had turned pale. Guntur seemed to finish the contents of his cup. I sat down by the side of Guntur.

"Hopefully if you get married, your wife can be better than Mbak Sekar. Let's look at the life of the mas. Mbak Sekar is good at managing Mas's finances. Because if not, mana can mas at the same time meet your needs, yani, mother and father and wife Mas. I hope you try to think more mature. You're a boy, you're the leader of your family later." The advice of Guntur mas on Yadi can be interpreted if my husband has just given emphasis if this year he will return to my hometown.

Yadi was silent. He's a son, a obedient brother. It's just that sometimes it needs to be directed. Unlike Guntur, he was used to being a pioneer. Both in the family, and in the community.

The night after he was quite tired because he did not stop struggling with the activities of making a living and cleaning the area around the house and mosque. He sits behind the house. When viewed from outside the house, our residence can be said as not home. Because it was only built with red bricks and only in plaster. From the first made until now almost eight years, not even though our house is touched by paint. He is still loyal to the white cement plamir and now turns a slightly dull color.

My husband during the holidays, more ensure the snacks in our house and his parents fulfilled his needs.And his sisters there is a fee for college, and, also issued a fidyah for the father who is not strong to undergo fasting because of complications in his dream.

"What did Mas say to Yadi?" Ask Guntur at night.

"Mas said that this year I want to go to Java. I don't have a fee for proposing to a girl friend." Said the Thunder to me.

As my heart grew worried, my mother-in-law again blamed me.

'Hopefully yadi didn't tell Mom.' My mind is full of worry.

I'm so uncomfortable if you're angry or irritated. Because it is certain that Guntur will also be hesitant to behave and always misbehavior to make me happy when I try to cover my sadness. Mas Guntur who used to not really like because not as handsome as Dude Harlino, but in fact he was able to make me feel happy to be abroad in every ordeal of our household. It was her actions that caused me to fall deeply to become an angel of her world, till jannah.