Wife To Alan
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Inanti took a deep breath, trying to put on her best smile. "Assalamualaikum, Mother."

"Waalaikumsalam, dear Inanti, come here."

The smile on her mother's old face made her happy, Inanti came and hugged her. "Mother, Inan brought some fruits, which one do you want to eat?"

"Where are you going, son?"

Inanti gulped her saliva roughly. "Sir Alan's out of town, there's work he said. He's sorry he couldn't come to see you."

"Call call him Brother? He's your husband, call him Mas, be more polite."

Inanti chuckles. Mas's? Called Brother, he does not want to. "Yes, Mom, the call will be changed."

"Where are you?"

"Well, Mom, the day after yesterday Inan checked, the fetus is healthy really."

"Thank God, how's Alan doing?"

"Mas Alan is good too."

"Say he's graduating soon?"

"Yes, ma'am, get an S-2 glass on him."

Mom laughed at my teasing, but her laughter stopped as her wrinkled hands stroked my cheeks. Mom is old, conceiving Inanti is a blessing to her. Mother loved her daughter very much, she said her presence was the savior of her household. But Inanti thought, Mother is better without Father. His father was a rough man, a hand player and also foul-mouthed.

"What is your husband's family? Okay?"

"His name is good Mas Alan, last week he called Inan kok, it's news Inan."

Mother smiled again, Inanti knew her smile was holding back the sadness. Alan's extended family is in Depok, in contrast to Riganta Praja Diwangsa's first son in South Jakarta, who is none other than Alan. 

"They…. Still angry with us?"

Inanti. "No, Mom, you're angry, you're also in jail."

Mom's face clouded for a moment.

"Mother don't be sad, you deserve it. Not only took Mr. Riganta's car, Mr. Aniya security guard there. That's punishment for the Father, ma'am. Don't think about it."

"Room, Honey." Mom forced her smile. "It is important now that the mother's child lives a happy, healthy life, with her fetus as well. You're gonna be a mother, Inan. You may be 18, but you have to be ready to be a mother."

"This is ready, Mom. God willing, Inan will take care of Inan's child like I treat Inan."

"Good." She held my hand until her smile faded. "Why are your hands rough, son?"

"Ah." Inanti laughed blandly. "Inan always cooks for Mas Alan, so it's kind of rough, he he."

"Don't soy sauce, as far as Mom knows, Alan has a maid in his house."

And the mother did not know the maid had been replaced by her daughter. "It's telling him to stop, Mom, Inan wants to serve Mas Alan well."

"Subhanallah, thank God that Alan treats you so well that you respect him so much."

"Yes, Ma'am, Alan's really good with Inan." His lie.

Mom's hand touched my hair, she let Inanti's head run down on her chest.  "Here?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure, Mom." Inanti held her head. "What's wrong? Mommy want to eat?"

"The doctor forbids you to eat, you want surgery."

Heart surgery, yes Inanti forgot about it. The most painful part that makes his mother's body often swells. 

"Why aren't you wearing a hijab?"

Inanti.

"Inan used to say to Mother, if you have money to buy a hijab to cover the aurat. Why not, honey?"

And this is the reason Inanti always wanted to wear nice clothes in front of Mom, so she thought her life was very happy and has a lot of wealth considering that the family of Praja Diwangsa is a famous real estate owner in several big cities.

"Where to?"

"Yes, Mom, Inan hasn't bought it yet."

"Why?"

"This is not the husband's permission."

"Ga, maybe Alan wouldn't have banned you from wearing a hijab?"

"Nega, Mum."

"Yes, Mom, Inan understands."

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"I'm saying it's a bad possibility, Inan, I don't want to let you down."

The words of the Imam doctor felt like a mere wind to Inanti. Whatisthis? He said the worst possible thing that would happen to Mother was even to the point of death.

"Where to?"

"Yes?"

"You heard me, didn't you? All my explanations?"

"Yes, Doc, I heard."

"Home." Doctor Imam's hand touched Inanti's hand, Inanti knew it was not a temptation, but a reinforcement. Inanti has known Imam's doctor since she entered the hospital. "I did my best for your mother, but with a heavy heart I have to say this."

Inanti finally dared to return the gaze of the Imam's doctor. And…. Subhanallah, while Inanti was stunned by her good looks. The priest doctor had eastern blood, while Alan had Native Latin American blood from his mother. 

"Here?"

"Yes, Doc, I understand."

"Okay then." He looked at the watch. "I'll start in five minutes, pray that the operation goes well."

"Yes, Doc."

And Inanti knew who could hear her grievances at this time. Inanti did not want to wait while crying, Inanti wanted to complain, bringing out all her sorrow to God.

Silent in the hospital mosque for hours, Inanti prostrated herself, asking God for help. This time, his duha prayer does not ask for material sustenance, but a sustenance of inner happiness. Only the creator could help him at this moment.

Until the dzuhur Inanti prayer is there. And whatever the outcome, Inanti will accept it.

"Sir, the gap is behind."

"Oh, yes, thank you, Mom."

"Eh, Ma'am who sells at Mbok Maemunah rice stalls huh?"

Inanti was silent, with his hands put the old nokia phone into the bag. 

"Hahaha, I often buy jengkol at the rice stall."

'Oh, this is a guy who likes to wear a helmet. But why lo-gue now? Usually also polite to men, mentang mentang similar to Justin Bieber. Uh, but what is bule doyan jengkol huh? Alan also hingga, Inanti's inner.

"Gue Gambling."

'Judi? Is this man willing to sin?'

"My name is Judi. Actually fitting in the stall I see you, seemed to have seen where that is, uh it turns out he never met."

"Huh? When's? Not at the first stall?"

"Sorry, Lu used to go to high school in the prosecutor's office, right? Inget didn't you think I was car-mucking?"

Pas Inanti High School there is a man wearing a helmet open the door of a forced car. Inanti kira maling, even though he is the owner.

"Alem, his face, it'll be a year."

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, Mas, at that time I thought it wasn't Mas's car, after all, wearing a weird helmet."

"Yes you used to hear my explanation, it's my helmet. Need to clear again?"

"Thank you."

"What's going on here?"

"Eh anu." Allah Inanti forgot the results of the operation. "I'll say yes."

"Eh wait a moment dong, acquaintance first. What's your name?"

"Home." Inanti shook her hand, dear Judi held back. "Eh, let's go, Mas."

"Don't go bustin again, In. Kalem, I just want to ask for no WA." He handed me his phone.

"You saw my old-fashioned phone, where can WA an, internetan also hingga."

"The number will be on the phone."

Inanti quickly left after giving her a mobile number.

The more Inanti stepped, the more her heart beat. Especially seeing some sisters who look busy. Until Inanti's eyes saw the Priest doctor standing looking at her, she approached as Inanti stopped stepping.

"I'm sorry, I did my best."

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