Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 206 The Sad Story Behind Arthur's Story On Victor

"Arthur..."

Arthur was shocked to death. Victor smokes his lips and his tongue steals Arthur's kisses suddenly.

"Crazy!!!"

Arthur immediately pushes Victor's body smaller and shorter than his.

"How are you? Are you okay being separated from me? Are you living a happy life now and have completely forgotten me?"

"Victor! I thought two years we hadn't met, you'd be a straight man. It turns out..."

"I'm still straight. Still straight love you, Arthur!"

"Azhfar! Don't crazy! Never think crazy!"

"Huh?!? Hahaha. Great, great. Now you are god. Hahaha, and have you lived happily? Are you happy now with the female you said was the most troublesome creature in the world?"

"Daddy is different from other females. My wife, make my life filled with happiness and blessings, Vic. I am so grateful to know Inayah. I'll introduce you to my wife."

"No! I'm not going to get acquainted with the woman who took you from me!"

"Victor! I am your friend! Your best friend when it's hard or happy. When I'm happy now, I want you to be happy too, Victor! I've said many times, look for a straight path. Come out from the people of Sodom, the people of the prophet Luth, whom God has sunk into the ground because of his rampant poverty. Come on, God still loves you very much."

"Now you are good at preaching. Hm. It turns out you're really far away from me, Arthur! You forgot our sincere friendship. You also forgot all my kindness to you all along!"

"No, Vic! I will always remember your kindness to death. You took care of me when I was sick, you who never tired of driving me back and forth to the hospital when my bladder disease recurred. I always remember your kindness. But the path you took was wrong. I can't keep walking with you if you still behave like that."

"I love you sincerely. Holy love. There is no purpose to use you! But.., it turns out you never loved me!"

"I love you as a friend. I love you as a relative. We are kind! Think brain, Victor! I am a man and you are the same! God created men in pairs to be able to love each other and to pour out grief on each other! Not the kind of thing! Hadees..."

"Bulshiiit! You used to always say my word! Women are the culprits of the destruction of the world! Women are the real Dajjal! Women exist in the world only as satisfied creatures! Where is all that stuff now? Whereabouts? You forgot just because of that village girl? Because of that smelly girl you forgot all your disappointments about women? Hmh!"

"Rubber. I used to be what you said, Victor! All that's right! And since I knew Inayah as well as her family, my mind became open. What used to be shallow and always cursed the world, especially women, turned out to be just my negative thoughts. I fell in love with the woman who is now my wife. I am proud to be part of his family now. I'm happy because I've now become a much better person than Arthur was. It's all because of that smelly girl you said, Victor!"

"Curtain! It's disgusting! You really have become a slave to love! Confined by the love of the females who take refuge from the shield of weakness when she is laughing out loud waiting for your knee-jerk destruction glorify the name of love! Stupid guy!"

"God created us, men, to protect and lead women to heaven, Victor. It is the law of nature. And it is appropriate that men succumb to women. Suppose you are sincere, InshaAllah women will put all their souls, bodies and feelings on us men. Believe, Vic! Even if we were destroyed once by women, it was a test of love and life."

"Don't preach in front of me! I no longer know you!"

Victor melengos's. He breezed away, but Arthur pulled him again.

"Wait on! There's still something we need to talk about!"

Victor was standing close to Arthur. They faced each other with eyes staring.

"You're evil! Cruel! Cruel!!! Hik hik... Brutal has no feelings for me, Arthur! I expected a lot. Wishing to be a grateful human being because you are beside me. Turns out, hik hiks..."

Victor crying. Broken until his roar sounded loud enough to echo in the back hall of the deserted building.

Arthur caught Victor's shoulder. He hugged and tried to calm her down.

"Hik hiks... I fell, and I fell deeper without you. You know that! But you're silencing me! You don't care about me! You used to say, we're like sisters in fate! We are two human beings wounded by the cruelty of the world! But you, you even left me without giving me any understanding. Until I wonder, why? Why are you so cruel to me? Hiks hyks..."

Victor was crying on Arthur's boat. He slammed Arthur's back with his trembling hand.

"You're scary to me, Victor! You have an obsession that makes me slowly want to stay away from you. I'm afraid you perko++ me, while I sleep. I still want to be a normal guy. I don't want God stoning me into fine grains until I'm no longer left."

"Curtain! You didn't believe in God! You said God was just a creation of a worship-crazed human brain. You said they were just looking for a figure to strengthen themselves. Where's God, where's God? I don't see God! You used to say that!"

"Yes, right. That was before I knew God. Before God opened my dead-end, empty-headed way of thinking. God gave me guidance. Many other human life stories. Of the many real stories that I finally made into a movie script. I'm now turning to indie films that tell me about life. It is no longer the hot hareudang short films that have my brain set to quickly scoop up and sell well in the international market. No, Victor!"

"Hiks hyks..."

"Look! Hear Me. We live every day growing older. Each day decreases the rest of the age. You know, I'm sick. Possibly my life was over the horn, died on the operating table or when enduring the pain of peeing, who knows, Victor! I who every time I lay sick and have to open the name for the healing of my urinary tract disease that is always problematic, God gave me guidance. I know God. I felt God was very close to me. Every moment of every second, he could have taken my life. And I was very afraid when I realized that, how arrogant I was to say that He was not there and was very close. Even closer than my own veins. I'm scared myself, Victor. I thought hard, if I die and still do not acknowledge His existence, somehow I will be in the grave later. I'm.., I'm so scared, Victor. Until I saw an old banana seller. He's blind, can't see. But he was determined to go around selling bananas by carrying a bamboo woven basket in the front back. I thought the old man was a fool. He's blind, but a traveling trade. For what trouble like that, while for walking he fumbled and assisted with his old wooden stick and may be fragile. I.., walking in her footsteps from behind. He stumbled a few times, almost falling. But his steps continued forward despite being very slow as he could not see. Suddenly there was the sound of a prayer from across the street from the mosque. He's stopped. And long silent listening to the chanting of Adhan in the scorching daylight. I didn't rebuke him. Not helping. But he asked for help from someone passing in front of him. The old man asked for help to be taken to the mosque. He said he wanted to pray Dzuhur. I thought, this old man is really troubling himself. But I'm curious. I was very curious and wanted to continue following him without being discovered. Long story short, he entered the mosque and put his banana basket in front of the mosque. He left without fear if there are bad people who take free bananas merchandise that is still a lot. I did not enter the mosque. But sitting on the edge of the mosque with eyes watching his wares basket. Sure enough, some of the passing women stopped and began to sort out the banana. I was surprised to see it and stood up to rebuke those who were engrossed in front of the old man's merchandise. Then I rebuked them. "The owner is praying inside. You guys wanna buy?" my much at that time. They smile and nod. The three middle-aged women took one banana each. And put money each also ten thousand rupiah. I've been protesting. "Hey, what's that buying and selling like?" I'm the one who doesn't like the way they buy old man bananas. They said, "This is how we buy bananas in Mr. Sulaiman. Twice a week, and it's this way." Of course I'm surprised. The women asked me if I was the father's son. Obviously I said no. Just someone who happened to be with him on the street. The old man came out of the mosque. He was surprised we had a little fuss in front of his banana basket."

Arthur took a breath for a moment. Pausing the story that increasingly makes Victor dissolved into it. Curiosity is stirring.

"Then?" victor's question made Arthur chuckle. Victor was like a little brother to him. That was their friendship from the beginning.

"He broke us. Explain that it is like a trading concept. The women left after I apologized to them for this misunderstanding. I asked the old man why he sold his banana for such a cheap price. It should be twenty thousand for one bunch, not ten thousand. But he said it was already a high price. In his village lived, setandan only valued five thousand rupiah. I'm getting gasp. Then we talked at the chicken noodle shop. He refused to buy me chicken noodles. He said his wife had prepared his lunch from home. He did not dare to eat carelessly outside the provisions he brought. He thought of his wife waiting at home, he said. I told him, eat noodles now, go home and buy your wife a pack too. Impasse right? But he still refused. He said, redundant if the provisions that his wife made he did not eat just because there was a chicken noodle treat. What a strict old man. And we continued to talk while I ate noodles alone while he ate his wife's rice. I said, you don't see but why the desperate sales on the road anyway. Are you afraid of a lot of risk? You know Victor, what's the answer?"

"No."

"He said, every step of every choice, there's a risk. That is the concept of God creating man. To take many lessons during his life in the world. He said, get up. Fall again, rise again. Falling even injured and very painful, treat first but then have to get up and get excited again. That's the concept of life."

Victor looked at Arthur unblinking.

"Crazy blind old man!"

"Rubber. At first my thoughts were the same as yours. But I'm actually getting curious about the personality of the blind old man. I followed after asking permission earlier. He laughed, his laughter sounding off the more curious I was. This man was blind, his life was like a shortage because I saw from his rice and side dishes which only consisted of stir-fry kale in a separate plastic and a piece of salted fish. His face looks calm. He is also like a person who has no fear if his merchandise is stolen by people, lied to by people. While I, inversely proportional. I'm a lot scared. Fear of death, fear of being hurt by women, fear of being alone, fear of my film not selling, fear of my efforts to go bankrupt and have to go back to parents asking for additional capital. Along the way, he did not tell much. I just followed him from behind. And take her across if she asks for help. I asked, have you memorized this path? He replied, already quite memorized because twice a week he went out of his village to trade. I asked, why not just ask his son who continues the trade and he sits sweetly at home with his wife. She said her daughter was a girl and only one. I have lived in a different city since I got married. Only come home two or three times a year. He was alone with his wife. Actually his son-in-law every month intensely sent him money for living expenses. But he is bored if he has to stay at home without activities. He who is blind from birth, has a piece of land planted with banana trees because it does not really need attention to work on it. And that's the result, harvested and sold twice a week. Many of his words amazed me. And when I got to his beautiful and simple house, it turned out, the old man had a very large banana garden. And he was not a poor man as expected. From there I learned many life lessons. About God, about the fate and destiny that God gave. About life there is day there is night. There is sadness and there is happiness. All that God gave to us, mankind, so that there is a choice. Don't choose which one you want to choose. Good or bad. Positive or negative. It is indeed God's wish, that man become smarter and wiser in addressing every event in his life."

"Mas Victor?"

The two men who were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hall were shocked and turned their heads.

Juria stood not far away with a clumsy and nervous face.

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