Wisdom of Love: KALA LOVE TREATS WOUNDS

Wisdom of Love: KALA LOVE TREATS WOUNDS
GIVE A CHANCE


The Point of View Rabiah


I thought I was the luckiest girl ever, married to a guy like Kamil, handsome, warm, patient and loving. Well I was very happy at the time, I felt my life was perfect, but apparently that perfection only lasted for a little while. At the age of our marriage that was not even one year old enough, disaster began to approach, not betrayal let alone violence, I myself did not understand how to explain my current situation.


The harsh reality came slapping me, the fact that broke my heart and the fact that made my position go awry, I wanted to blame but my position always made me feel guilty.


Well, apparently all this time I was married to a man who already had a wife, my position that I used to think was his only wife, was actually a second wife.


Divorce, that's what I want right now, hoping that my husband's and his first wife's domestic life can be more peaceful without my presence in their midst, and most importantly, without me, I can live without the shadow of my first wife. But once again I had to be faced with the wrong position. My husband didn't want to divorce me, because he could be fair, and the first wife allowed his second marriage, plus my husband never did anything that I could do to make an excuse to claim his divorce.


Then what should I do? I'm really in a dilemma right now.


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Yusuf sat down and peeked at the base of his nose, while Yasmin clasped Rabiah's hand. Kamil had told all of them to his parents-in-law.


"Did your parents know about this?" ask Yasmin later.


"No ummi, until now Kamil did not dare to tell them, papa's heart disease is still in recovery, Kamil is worried that this news will only make the state of papa worse," Kamil replied.


"Would you divorce Rabiah, any woman's heart would feel pain if she had to share her love with other women, including my daughter," Yasmin said, leaving Kamil shocked.


"Kamil can't ummi, Kamil loves Rabiah very much, don't you love me Biah too?" kamil asked Rabiah who was now looking down and holding back his tears. "I beg you to give me a chance to prove that I can be fair and still make you feel comfortable" Kamil continued.


"You cannot be selfish Kamil, however the victim here is Rabiah, we do not want Rabiah to suffer with his position as a second wife, not in terms of treatment, but it also concerns the view of people to him. No matter how good a person is, if he's a second wife, there will be a lot of bad perceptions that people will think about him, as well as Rabiah, don't you think about that?" ask Yusuf.


Kamil just lowered his head, "Kamil apologized abi, ummi, Biah, for upsetting you, but Kamil please, give Kamil a chance to make Rabiah happy," kamil said with tears that began to flow while cupping both hands in front of his chest.


Yusuf and Yasmin looked at each other, then turned to look at Rabiah who looked down with tears that also flowed.


"The decision is in the hands of Rabiah, let him think about it first" Yusuf said, holding Rabiah's hand.


"Rabiah, how's honey? Whatever your decision, ummi and abi will always be with you, dear" Yasmin said.


"Think carefully, and never make a decision when you are still angry, because you may one day regret the decision" Yusuf reminded.


"Kasi Biah chance to think and ask for guidance from God," Rabiah's great-granddaughter, he wants a divorce, he wants a divorce, but on the other hand he could not bear to see Kamil who pleaded like that in front of him and his parents.


Rabiah now entered the guest room, for now he wants to think without interference from anyone, including Kamil. Yusuf and Yasmin had been home since then.


While Kamil, only able to sit on the bedside with a completely confused mind, he had already asked Rabiah to sleep in the master room and he who would sleep in the guest room, he said, but Rabia refused.


Now the night is getting late, Rabiah still can not close his eyes. After praying istikharah, Rabiah hopes he can fall asleep immediately, but in fact his mind still flies everywhere.


Without her noticing, tears rolled back down her cheeks, her love's fate so tragic. She had just been happy after burying her first love for her husband, but this time her love for her husband hurt her.


Until 2 am, Rabiah can just close his eyes and start dreaming. In his dream, Rabiah was standing on a cliff, on both sides of the cliff stood two men, and, the first man was Kamil who was right on the edge of a steep cliff and the second man did not see his face because he was on his back and was on the way down from the cliff. Kamil seemed to be stretching out his hands as if he was calling Rabiah to come into his arms, while the man who had his back did nothing. So that makes Rabiah sure that choosing Kamil is the answer from Allah.


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Now the sun began to rise, radiating its rays throughout the city. The cold morning air also cooled the heart of Rabiah who had been sitting pensively near the wide open window.


Today he will give a decision to Kamil, a decision that coincides with the consequences behind him, Rabiah clearly knows that, but there is no other way, that is the answer he can capture from his dream last night.


Tok tok tok tok


Rabiah was surprised, because he had just planned to cook but Kamil had already cooked for him.


Rabiah got up from his seat and walked to the door and opened it. Apparently Kamil was still faithfully waiting for him in front of the room.


"Mas" said Rabiah as he stood before Kamil.


"Yuk, we have breakfast first" said Kamil and then pulled Rabiah's hand gently towards the dining table. Now they sit side by side at the dining table, as usual Rabiah will spoon rice to Kamil plate first new to his plate.


"Dear, did you cry all night, baby, your eyes looked swollen?" kamil asked gently as usual while rubbing Rabiah's cheek.


"Hmm" Rabiah replied briefly.


"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you" said Kamil lethargic.


"Hmm" Rabiah replied briefly.


Kamil is now silent, he does not want to make Rabiah feel uncomfortable with the row of questions he threw this morning.


"Mas," Rabiah called, making Kamil turn to him, "I've been thinking about it all night, I'll stay here, be your wife, but there's a condition" he continued.


"Alhamdulillah, what are the terms dear?" ask Kamil.


"First, yesterday mas said marriage and mbak Rani is a marriage siri, Biah ask legal marriage mas so that mas and mbak Rani avoid slander. Second, do not hide Rani's mbak status as a wife mas, then Rani is already heartened to accept Rabiah as her honey so it is appropriate to be honest about your status, including to mama and papa, Biah knows, and so on, maybe Biah will suffer the consequences but it's better than you always have to lie. And third, treat us fairly." Rabiah Papar.


"Good, baby. Mas will immediately take care of the legalization of marriage mas and Rani in KUA, insya Allah mas will also announce the status of marriage mas with Rani and you in the office and friends mas, for mama and papa, for mama, mas will see papa's condition first, mas do not want papa's health to deteriorate. And for the last, mas promise, mas will treat you fairly," replied Kamil, "thank you for giving the mas a chance," Kamil said and then kissed Rabiah's forehead gently.


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The Singapore


"Hey Ameer, are you going home tomorrow?" ask Jhony who is currently with Ameer at the library.


"God willing, why?" ask Ameer.


"Can I come? I haven't had a holiday abroad in a long time" Jhony said.


"Do you have nothing but follow me?" ask Ameer.


"Who is following you, I just want a vacation, but I have never been to Indonesia" said Jhony.


"It's up to you, but you don't stay in my house, just stay in my uncle's house" Ameer said.


"Geez, why are you so brave?"


"I don't have the heart, but at home I have a little sister, I'm afraid you're in love with her."


"Where might I fall in love with a little girl like your sister, after all I already have a lover."


"Who knows, prevention is better than cure."


"About you, I'm a disease" Jhony grumbled, giving Ameer a slight chuckle.


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