The Two Hearts
IN-LAW COMPLAINT
"Ma, Zea's sleepy"
"Oh, I'm sorry Mama is sleepy? Yuk, bobok first." Then carry Zea to the room.
"Papa keep coming home all night, Ma. Lila's father works like papa, but the afternoon continues." explains Zea.
"Zea Darling .., it works papa Lita different office with papa Zea. So the hours are different, dear." replied Rahma as she put a blanket on her child.
"Oh, so yes, Ma. I hope Papa Zea can work in his papa Lita's office, so he can go home in the afternoon."
"Hehehe yes, dear. Yes, yuk bobok now. Don't forget to pray. Let's read it together."
"Bismika allahumma ahya wa bismika amut." sayings do'a Zea and Rahma together.
Zea just fell asleep. This time, Rahma retorted to take water for prayer hajat. Suddenly there was the sound of the door in the corner many times.
Tok, Tok, Tok, Tok,
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Ra, Ra." Sayup-sayup heard the voice of people calling. It is not clear whose voice it is.
Tok, Tok, Tok, Tok,
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Ra, Ra. Bukain. This is Arya's mas, Ra.
Hearing her husband's voice, Rahma rushed straight to the front door.
Chequelek
"Eh, Mum. Sorry I didn't hear the sound of Arya's motorbike fitting in."
"Oh, that's it. Don't listen, or pretend not to hear!"
"What do you mean by talking like that? I didn't hear it."
"Ah, whatever. You are a pinter if acting. in front of me pretend to be good and soft. But behind me is venomous you!"
"Mas, how do you say that? It's not usual to go home angry like this. What is Rahma wrong, Mom?"
"Your mouth is guarded. Why do you tell the neighbors that my mama likes to waste my money on clothes and food in expensive places! You envy me for my salary to mama?!"
"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Until this moment, I never once vilified your mama, Mas. My mother also considered me as my own mother. Who made up that story, Mom? It's slander, Mas. You don't believe."
"Oh, very cool, your mouth said stoically. Don't be a saint, don't be your pretentious ass. I'm tired of being with you for a long time!"
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Mas. Istighfar, Mas. Please take care of your words. Please control your emotions. What was I wrong until you were this angry with me? If I'm wrong, I apologize profusely, Mom. But by Allah what you said was not true. Never once have I talked like that about your mama to anyone. I never talk to my neighbors. Precisely those who said this morning that mom and sister Ida had gone all over the clothes but did not invite me. And they say, if mama says I like foya-foya, like to buy branded goods, eat good at resto, care at an expensive and wasteful beauty clinic can not keep the finances. But when they spoke like that, not a word did I respond. I'm going straight away."
Plaques
A slap landed right on Rahma's left cheek. Instantly tears came out so profusely wet his cheeks that still felt sore and reddened due to Arya's hand slap. Without a word, Rahma immediately went into the room and lay down beside Zea while hugging the tiny body of her little daughter. The pain in his cheek that looked red, was no longer felt. All of that defeated the pain of heart, emotion, and did not accept the harsh treatment of her husband.
With tears that never stop, and sobs that can no longer be held, the inner Rahma speaks for herself.
Why is her husband so long for me now. Why has he changed now. Why is he now rude to yell at me, even slap me. Why did Mama Anti turn this drastic. Even his heart complained to Arya for his own words but was accused of me. Oh my God, what really happened. What should I do?
***
The night changed by morning. I didn't feel like Rahma was asleep after crying all night. When she woke up, it turned out that Arya was not sleeping in the room. He slept alone with Zea in his room. Slowly he walked out of the room. Arya was sleeping in front of the TV. Rahma, who was still disappointed by her husband's attitude last night, tried not to harass her husband first.
After finishing the morning prayer, Rahma immediately went to the kitchen to cook. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, Arya then woke up and turned on the TV.
Seeing the change in her husband's attitude, Rahma muttered inwardly.
Seeing her husband never pray, Rahma finally ventured to reprimand her husband. "Mas, you don't pray at dawn? It's like this, Mom. Let's see what time it's at."
"Yes, later." Arya answered briefly.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Mas. You really have changed, yeah."
"God! why do you judge people. What are you, God?! Don't be a saint, don't talk to your husband! Discuss with yourself. As a wife, you've been right haven't!" Arya answered Rahma's words.
"Oh my God, my. There was not the slightest intention of mine for a lecture, holy-sentence or judgment, Mas. As a wife, her legal obligation reminds her husband when he forgets or is wrong."
"Ah, Whatever! I'm tired of you for a long time!"
Brakkk
Arya slammed the door and passed towards the bathroom.
"Ma, what was that sound?" zea said as he approached his mother.
"Eh, my dear is awake," and then hugs Zea, "the sound of the door, dear. Earlier, papa accidentally closed the door too hard because he was in a hurry to take a shower because of bad luck. I fear it is too late to go to work. Zea, surprised huh?"
"Yes, Ma."
"Hehe, I'm sorry papa, honey." Then kissed his daughter's forehead.
After Rahma finished cooking, Arya came out of her room. It looks good and is ready to go to work.
"Mas, let's have breakfast first. It's not all cooking at the dinner table. Poor Zea from earlier was hungry waiting for her papa to have breakfast together."
"You two have breakfast. I'll have breakfast outside." He kissed his daughter and then passed.
"Mas, sure you don't want breakfast first? No pity on Zea's been waiting?" Walking after her husband.
"Heh, do you have any ears?! I have no appetite. What else is eating your cooking! So glad you're a wife!"
Rahma, who heard her husband's words, sighed. He tries to be patient and suppress his emotions. With mixed feelings, Rahma tried to melt the atmosphere. "Mas, shaman before you go to work."
"Yes!" While holding his right hand.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas."
"Wa'alaikum salutations." Then Arya passed by riding her motorcycle.
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