The Two Hearts
MAS ANDRE'S WIFE
That morning, the atmosphere of the evening was still enveloping. Two rakaats of dawn prayer, just done. Mama Anti started preparing to cook in the kitchen. Papa Ahmad, still dhikr with his prayer beads. While Andre mas, looks busy arranging various types of fruit in a pict up car to be deposited into the market.
Since the collapse of papa Ahmad's company, Andre tried to find work to support the needs of himself and his parents. Whatever job he does as long as there is income. Until one day, mas Andre was exercising by running around the village where he contracted the house they now occupy. He saw, there was one house full of various kinds of fruits arranged in sacks and baskets. Seen lined up a pict up car that was waiting in line to transport the fruits. In the luxurious house with a large warehouse beside it, there appeared a father of about 50 years who was busy recording the fruits that had been stuck. Out of curiosity, Andre approached and asked the details of the activities he saw at that time. Since then, Andre joined as a member of the Yanto jury who deposited his fruits to several markets with a pict up car loaned by the businessman.
"Andre, the cooking is ripe. Breakfast before leaving" said Mama Anti.
"Yes, Ma."
"Mama, don't take care of your old dad."
"Yes, Ma." answered Andre while taking a towel and then walking towards the bathroom.
The clock shows at 05:30. Mas Andre began to prepare to leave to deliver the fruit that has been neatly arranged in the pict up.
"Ma Pa, go first. Assalamu'alaikum." said Andre while waving to his parents.
"Iya wa'alaikum salam. Be careful." replied Mama Anti by waving her hand as well.
As usual after finishing cooking, Mama Anti helped papa Ahmad to practice walking in the yard. Since the routine therapy, a little over the development of papa Ahmad began to be seen. From the first can only lie on the bed, now it has begun to be able to sit without the need for help. From the first everywhere sitting on a wheelchair with the help of Mama Anti, now it has begun to be able to walk with the help of a cane.
"Mas, let's try to walk slowly without wearing a stick. Bismillah yes Mas, sure! You hold my hand. Her legs are slowly being moved, do not be stiff" said mama Anti who continues to encourage her husband.
"Yes, Ma. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." Holding tightly his wife's hand and letting her wand be taken by Anti's mother.
Every morning, when the sun has begun to show its warm rays. Routine activities they always do on the advice of doctors. When mama Anti was focusing on helping papa Ahmad to practice walking, suddenly the mother of a vegetable seller stopped in front of the house.
"Mom Anti, what shopping is not, Mom?" ask Bu Siti the vegetable seller.
"Eh, Lady Siti. Yes, ma'am, wait a minute." Then help papa Ahmad to sit on the available chairs on the terrace of the house. After that, rush into the house to take the money.
In front of the contract, it looks like mothers are choosing vegetables and fish that are sold by Siti bu. There was also the sound of whispers of their chatter. Mama Anti who just came just silence and listen to the chatter of her neighbors.
"Yes beautiful son of Mr. Yanto's. That's right, the youngest child who just graduated Madrasah Aliyah." obviously one of the mothers who was shopping.
"Ohhh son of Mr. Yanto named Ida, yes?"
"Well, yes Ida. Reportedly, Mr. Yanto wants to find a husband for Ida." said Siti bu vegetable seller.
"Lho the Ida, she's still a child."
"Why do you think, a man as rich as Yanto hastily wants to marry his son."
"Maybe worried about the association of children today."
"Bu Anti, Mr. Yanto is Andre's boss. Just tell Andre to propose to Ida. Who knows, accepted. Kan, it can be quite as rich as that." chirped Siti's mom who saw Anti's mom from earlier did not gossip.
Mama Anti who focused on choosing fish, was surprised to hear his name and the name of his son called. With a smile Mama Anti replied, "hehe me this person does not have Mom. It is impossible for Mr. Yanto to be different with me."
"Eh, make no mistake Miss Anti, Mr. Yanto does not discriminate one's social status. The eldest son of Mr. Yanto the Devi, it can also be a driver who usually transports the fruit of Mr. Yanto. Like Mom's son." said one of the mothers who shop for vegetables as well.
After the talk that morning, Mama Anti so thought to have mas Andre try to propose the son of Mr. Yanto. However, his self-consciousness was always in the way.
Ah, I have to be self-conscious. There is no way a big boss in this village would accept a son-in-law like Andre. Surely they will not be as good with poor families as my family is now. Let God alone determine and bring Andre to meet a woman who is sincere and can accept his situation now.
***
Even one year Andre worked for Mr. Yanto. He became the longest-serving employee there. Mas Andre is an exemplary employee who for one year without any problems in terms of delivery of goods and financial statements. That makes Mr. Yanto very impressed with him.
For the past few months, Mr. Yanto has continued to observe and test the honesty of Andre. But never once did Andre not trust. Because of the nature and attitude of Andre mas, making Mr. Yanto intend to make Andre mas as his right hand.
"Ndre, Ndre." One of the drivers named Mas Budi called ms. Andre.
"Sana, you're wanted by the boss. He said, waiting inside." explained Mas Budi.
"Oh, yes, my mother." Directly walking towards the house of Mr. Yanto.
Tok, Tok, Tok
"Assalamu'alaikum, sir" said mas Andre.
Mr. Yanto who heard Andre's voice immediately replied, "just enter Ndre. Just get over here."
After Andre faces Mr. Yanto, many things they talk about. Marketing expansion problems, quality of goods, customer complaints, field constraints and customer payments. However, suddenly the atmosphere felt more formal, the topic of the most common speech was more organized.
Because feeling awkward with the change in attitude of Mr. Yanto, finally mas Andre ventured to ask. "Sir, is there anything left to ask me again?"
"Yes, Ndre. This is the purpose of asking Mas Budi to call you. Does Andre have a girlfriend or a future wife?"
"I don't have one, sir. I'm sorry to know, why, sir?" ask Andre was curious but groggy.
Smiling, Yanto replied. "Is Andre willing to help manage and grow this business?"
With confidence and a sparkling face Andre replied. "Yes, Sir. I want to."
"Alhamdulillah. Another one I don't want to ask. Is Mas Andre willing to marry the youngest daughter of Mr who just graduated Madrasah Aliyah last year? Her name is Ida."
Andre then fell silent to think for a moment. If I don't refuse, I'll be fired from this job. Besides, I'm at an age where I have no relationship with anyone. My mom wants me to get married soon. But my trauma is still there. How yes? Ah, Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. God willing, what I say this later is the best.
"How, Ndre? Why silence and not answer?" ask Mr. Yanto.
Mas Andre who was muttering in his heart, was immediately surprised to hear the voice of Mr. Yanto. "i-yes. I'm ready, sir.
***
After an agreement between Mr. Yanto and Andre, not long ago finally Andre and Ida were married. Their wedding was very well done.
Mr. Yanto invited many guests. The families of the two brides are also preparing in the place of ijab qobul. Suddenly a faint was heard.
"How are the witnesses, Sah?"
"May ... ."
"Alhamdulillah" said the witnesses.
Since then, Ida has been the wife of Andre.
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