The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 9 Meeting Arum

Guntur immediately approached me, aware that his words were wrong. He also corrected his words.

"I'm sorry, I mean. Maybe it's in the wind." Said it to me.

But her happy face cannot lie to me. The look on his face stated that he was looking forward to the moment where he would be a father. There is a sense of sadness, sadness has not been able to be the perfect woman for the Thunder mas.

"Not getting in the wind, Mom." My words when Mas Guntur has been wearing full clothes.

"Why can you vomit like that?" Ask her curiously.

"Mom's habit when you're together. The story goes everywhere. I can't stand the horror of his story, so nauseous." My speech.

But I quickly closed both eyes. Do not want my mind to go back through the buana due to the words of Mbak Ani. Actually my two neighbors are my own entertainment. There are Ani and Neneng. They were neighbors to the right and left of my house.

Because my fast is off. I also want to get a reward from the other side. So I asked permission from Guntur mas to make ice fruit for me to share when I will break the fast. Guntur agreed on what I wanted to do. He knew that I was sad because I had to add to my fasting debt.

"Pick up the papaya in the back garden. Yesterday's power was ripe." Her speech.

I also started preparing everything I would concoct to make ice fruit. Coincidentally this morning I picked a dragon fruit from the garden side of the house. Some dragon fruit stems that I planted when getting the distribution of dragon fruit seedlings free from the village government. It was late in the afternoon, when I was almost done preparing the cups I had filled with fruit. I also prepared a side dish for us to break our fast.

But suddenly there was a distinctive sound of Neneng from the direction of the back door.

"Yeah.... Sister Yuuuu..... " Call Neneng to me.

I rushed to get my veil. Worried that Neneng was coming with her husband. It turns out he came alone.

"Neng. No need to run." My advice to Neneng who is a new housewife. He was married for less than a year.

"Hehe.... " Speak it while cengegesan.

"Where's this?" Ask me a curious. Her one-month-old baby was not in her arms.

"Sleep, don't stay. Mbak Sekar's. I'm a hundred thousand wae, same garem a little, no ga?. Leo is coming home. The iftar. Then nag him, even though he's wrong." Say Neneng with a half-pout face.

He handed me a plastic cup.

"If it's money, I don't dare Neng. The thunder again went. But if you want rice and salt. I have." I said to Neneng. He nodded as he answered my question.

I dare not lend or use money without the permission of Thunder. Even if it's for the good. After all, all the money I saved and managed was the result of hard work. But for all the groceries at home, Guntur once said. If anyone needs to eat just love rice or basic food that is always in my kitchen.

I smiled looking at him, he could be said to be a victim of love. Not yet finished High School, in one week of national exams. She was married to her parents for two months pregnant. I also moved from my place. He sat down at the kitchen door.

"Instead of Neng, it's not nice to sit at the door that way." My speech.

I also went to the paint cans that I used to make a place to store the rice that I had tampi. Neneng also received the rice, salt and black plastic that I gave him.

"Opo iki mbak?" She asked while looking at the black crackle I gave her.

"There's a long bean, an old hunt for tomorrow. I took it in the garden. " Say me.

I was picking quite a lot of long beans because I was worried that tomorrow's pickings were too old. Intentions I want to give to Neneng. But the shoots in love ulam also arrived. He came alone and really needed it. Her husband was just a building. Then usually Neneng shopping waits once a week.

He left my house, happy enough every time he could help ease the burden of neighbors or relatives. And that is sometimes misinterpreted by people who cannot feel what I and Guntur feel. Even Ani's mother once advised me not to be a candle to others. But be the moonlight, which is sometimes present but does not sacrifice itself because it can still shine.

I don't know what happened to me and Guntur. We are always happy when we are able to help others. And that feeling came back to test me. The morning when Guntur was going to the city. As usual, Friday afternoon I will attend the Barzanji mauli event which was held by chance at the home of the next village congregation. When it was over, the heavy rain did not stop. Suddenly a beautiful woman came. I am no stranger to his face. He approached me and brought an umbrella, and he invited me to his house. The day is almost Maghrib, I don't dare to drive my motorcycle in heavy rain. Because the front tire has been deforested.

"Stop by a minute. Please, I have something I want to talk to you about. I'll break the fast soon." Her words are friendly.

I also looked up at the sky. So I nodded my head, I locked my motor handlebar even though the woman who uses the batik robe said if it was safe, it would not be lost to Mas Guntur's astrea h0nda motor.

When I got home with a lot of paper flowers, I went inside.

"Mother is in town. Stay at his sister's house." Her speech. When I looked clearly under the light of the lamp. My lips spoke one name with a slight tremble.

"Arum?" Ask me a curious.

"Yes, doesn't Sekar know me?" He asked with a pale white face.

All this time if she looks beautiful earlier, all because of her make up. Her face is white without make up. The dark atmosphere because it is cloudy and almost maghrib makes me not too observe the face of this woman. I thought he was the son of one of the study mothers.

"What do you want to talk about?" My todong to Arum directly.