THE THOUSAND-MOUTHED BROTHER-IN-LAW
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"You!"

I looked at the face of someone I've always admired. Now my eyes blur to see him in the arms of a big, strong man.

I don't know what mistake made him have to be treated that way.

"Bone! Mother! It's not what you think!" He said as I continued to look at his face with a flat face with sharp eyes.

"Bun. Sorry, dad?" His voice was weak and his face was filled with pity.

I turned my face, then climbed on the back seat of Lika's motorcycle.

"Come, go." My speech's flat.

Lika quickly understood, and took me and Khumairah home together.

Along the way, I kept thinking about the fate of the mas said who was taken to the police station. I don't think I can figure out the truth.

The clear thread kept telling me to stop at my cheek. Khumairah who had been deep in a sling, suddenly cried loudly.

"Lika, just take me to the hotel to get closer. Maybe Khumairah is uncomfortable having to sleep like now!"

"Yes! You certain? Uda just go to my house, let you have a friend and someone helps take care of Lika too." Lika spoke in a slightly loud voice.

"Don't worry! I'm fine." My answer.

Lika no longer asked much, she came down with me, helping me up to be in the room.

I laid Khumairah's body on the bed very carefully.

"Related, not to be accompanied. You should be the same as me for now." He held my hand.

"Easy! I am not a weak woman. Go home, will your son look for you?"

He nodded and went home.

I closed the door and locked it. I smothered my mouth, sobbing with my crying voice. Until it felt like my throat was dry, I couldn't feel any relief.

Shortness of breath and irregular breathing. The more it stifles my chest.

"Why did you destroy my sense of worthiness, mas? Why is! Why did you disappoint me with something destructive. All this time I was thinking, that you're an adviser in our household. In fact you're just covering up who you really are!" I spoke to myself with my legs folded over my chest, clutching them full of disappointment.

"Why, you're not trying to fix yourself, when I've started suspecting you!"

"Yes God? Why are you so quick, rebuke my husband, before he knows it. At least give him a chance to change himself first?"

I walked up to the bed, smelled my son's face with a lot of bruise and shed my tears every inch of his face.

Khumairah seemed uncomfortable with her sleep. Seeing that, I again sat down on the floor and leaned on the body of the mattress.

I opened my headgear, then squeezed it as hard as I could. Striking the palms very strongly. I wish the shadow of the mas said would disappear from my memory.

If only Khumairah had not fallen asleep and not been with me. Maybe I've been roaring not to accept all of this. But in fact Allah predestined Khumairah as my solace. Because of him I can control myself.

Remembering that. I wiped my tears violently. Then get up and walk towards the bathroom.

I nodded and spread a clean cloth on the floor. To lay face to face all the fate that befalls me now.

A little embarrassed if I have to complain about the bad that has happened, but to whom else I complain if not to HIM.

I expressed my prayer intention, with a slight tremble. Then I raised both my hands shoulder-high to perform Takbiratul ihram.

By trying to be solemn in my prayers, hope that Allah will grant my request.

Though my tears keep falling every time I say the words.

Upon completion, I raise my hand with my face down at this moment. Because I feel ashamed of HIM for asking too much for something. While I myself still feel pain when he gives his test.

I cupped my hands together to cover my face. Back to crying and hard to say.

Until I myself did not realize that I was lying on the cloth that I had made as my prayer mat. I fell asleep, and very fast. Until it felt like I woke up and was taken by someone forcibly to meet my husband who was in the bars.

"I'm sorry, who can't keep the family's good name. I'm sorry for embarrassing you and our son. Many times you try to remind me of what I do at night, but I ignore everything. Please forgive me?" The crying sound of mas said was clearly heard while saying all his words.

"I'd be willing if you didn't want to be with people like me anymore. I'd love it if you left because you didn't want to live with someone as fucked as me. As long as you get an apology from you. But I'm not sure I can see you with anyone else with you"

Hearing that my tears fell back. I held back my chest from seeing him who was really aware of his mistake.

He seemed to be holding tightly to the iron trellis.

"I'd be willing to die and leave this world if all that happened. As long as before that you apologize to me."

Degs....

The speech made me sit down before him trying to hold tightly to his hand that was gripping the iron trellis.

"No mas! Our son needs you! What should I do to free you and change you even better. What mas! Say it! I'll do it for you too." Isakku.

He lowered his head leaning against the iron he was holding, right on his forehead touching my forehead.

"If only Alfi, don't keep setting me up. I hope he'll meet his painful end if the police can't find him."

"Allegians...." I repeat that word.

But mas said did not answer my words.

"Tell me, what do you mean, Alfi." I shook his body, hoping he would say it again.

"Yass!!" Shouted me with a loud voice.

I sat down, right on the cloth. Sweats all over my body wet the clothes I was wearing.

"Dreams... Why is it so real?" Mumbles.

I opened my face and cleaned myself. I soon saw Adhan sounding in my ears.

Before I do the morning prayer, I wake up Khumairah first. His eyes opened slightly and smiled at me. I rinse the body parts that are commonly used for ablution, and give him good prayers. When I finished, I sat him down beside me who was standing. Don't forget to put a hijab on his head. Thank God he did not refuse, but still he still often threw his hijab if not prayer time.

He followed my movements, and every now and then he kept calling me, pulling me in the back. Go inside the mukena while you want to do ruku'. He even climbed on my back more often while prostrating.

But I don't think it was a mistake, at his age. I felt like he wanted to know what I was doing.

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During the day I intend to swipe mas said.

Ring out all the items, as I also intend to leave the hometown today as well. When I want to close the door from the outside. My eyes caught the piece of paper that was still left behind.

And I remember exactly who came last night to my room. And the sender of the letter he put out from under the door. It must be his too.

Back I go in, take the paper. I opened it slowly, and sure enough. My hands trembled, as I read the writing.

"Come to the street xxxx in cafe xxx. Then you will meet your husband and what he is working on.

People who still feel. Alfie....

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