
Residents gathered in the courtyard of Mayang's house, looking strangely at two humans who were rowdy.
"Go!" Hardik Mayang returned, making all eyes on the mother of one child. Mayang's eyes were already inundated with salt water flowing profusely.
"What is this Mayang?" Ask the local RT sir to try to calm the two feuding couples at this time.
"That's RT sir. Mayang ngusir her husband," replied Sri. Her spicy mouth always grabbed what she heard.
"Shut up, it's not you that I'm asking," refuted RT sir in an annoyed tone. Sri's mother rolled her eyes irritated. Want to answer but not because other mothers nudge him.
"Certainly Mayang?" Ask RT again on the two couples who make a noise. Mayang nodded slowly, the tightness in his heart became more and more palpable.
Mr. RT invites Mayang to talk and want to know where the top of the problem so that all can be resolved properly. But on Mayang's side, the woman had strong evidence. Such long negotiations also required Rohman to leave his home. But Rohman told Mayang not to separate him from his son, Mayang agreed.
The atmosphere outside was still crowded, Rohman carrying his bag with a broken heart, remembering all that happened to him including the loss of his car. His favorite motorbike also roared leaving residents who were still clustered.
"You're not grateful, you've bought gold with Rohman, and yet you're kicked out!" Ugik's mother's lips without knowing what exactly happened. Mayang scrunched his forehead, astonished by what Ugik's mother was talking about.
"It's good, Mom. Now he lives on the streets with his male friends even nuduk that no-no," said Ms. Nia. Great rumors circulating. This is all since the arrival of Rohman's cousin to this village, he contracted not far from Mayang's house.
"It ... It's been. Don't talk without knowing the evidence," RT's hard-hitting sir blinded them to his lips. They all went home, Rohman's cousin was still standing in the yard of Mayang's house, while RT sir also came home, feeling bored with the behavior of its citizens.
"You what?" Mayang asked the woman who was looking at him full of investigation.
"I want this house" he asked without any shame.
"Is this your mother's house?" Mayang asked annoyedly and looked cynically at his cousin Rohman's sister.
"My cousin's sister's house" he replied lightly. As if she knew all the household problems Mayang and her husband.
"Crazy." Mayang closed the door with a rough slam. Leaving Rohman's older cousin in the yard.
"He thought his brother was great" the mother-of-one grumbled. His brain alone is now filled with things that make him annoyed, in addition to the actions of his cousin who spread slander out of nowhere he got false information that makes him cornered.
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The sun was hiding behind the hill. Mayang sat down and stared blankly at the wall. Her mind was thinking about what her husband had done, in the video also explained they would be whipped in the area of the nearest mosque. Mayang racked his brain to plan something that made him not continue to bear the shame of accusations and ridicule of citizens.
Dret...
His jaw that he had ignored from earlier was shrieking loudly. Mother called.
"Yes, ma'am" Mayang replied, with a still trembling voice, a sign that he was still crying.
"You why? There are residents report to the mother if you are a woman who does not know yourself, have to ngusir your husband," reprimanded her mother did not accept Mayang's treatment. However, her husband and the neighbor's mouth were very spicy.
"Mom listen to Mayang's explanation first. Mayang is there now," he explained then turned off the call that took place. She wiped her tears, she cried for free. All that has happened, the woman of one child must now be strong to accept the fact that her destiny must be like this. Swinging her steps toward the house of the woman who had given birth to her, convinced with all her heart that her mother would listen to her explanation.
"Assalamualaikum," he said then refused the door handle slowly. His eyes were wide in disbelief at what he saw at this moment.
"You better get out of here!" Mayang began to rage.
"Jaga your words Mayang. He's your husband."
Rohman smiled with satisfaction as his mother-in-law scolded her own son. While Mayang memijit pelipisnya, as if not believe what is happening now.
"Mom. Can we talk to you for a second?" Mayang asked, pulling his mother's hand towards the kitchen. As soon as Mayang showed the video showing the unnatural scene, the middle-aged woman covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Now you're still defending him?" Ask Mayang again. His mother nodded slowly. The shame he felt so much at this time, even regretting the tea snapping at his son earlier.
The middle-aged woman held up a broom and beat Rohman's body so hard that she complained of pain, while running out of the house.
"Sorry mother" said the woman who gave birth to Mayang. The atmosphere immediately enveloped the two. Mayang hugged his mother tightly and shed a cry in the lap of the woman who had given birth to him.
Grief is not always going to be a disaster, the initial sorrow of the happiness to come, the soul and body are required to be patient because in every problem there must be a way out.
Grateful Ali was asleep when Mayang came here, so he did not have to see inappropriate scenes.
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The atmosphere was getting late, while the woman who had given birth to him was asleep, Mayang was still sitting pensively in the silence of the night. Only the sound of crickets breaks the silence.
Setting a strategy to make the man who hurt her will also feel what she felt before.
"Money," he said. Mayang plans a big plan on Sunday, just as her husband is about to be caned along with his affair. Before long a subtle snoring was heard, the mother of one child was asleep carrying so much weight. From the past until now, a thing that he is grateful for today has an extraordinary child, all complete in the possession of Ali, the son of Saleh was never demanding anything on his mother. Limit edition if the word today.
Just a few hours asleep the sound of the morning prayer was heard, Mayang opened his eyes. Groping his device to make sure the sound of the dawn adhan is not just a hallucination. She narrowed as she was stamped on her flat object dozens of calls came from her husband. Ah no, more precisely the ex-husband.
Doing obligations as a Muslim she never left, even before she often prayed that her husband turned into a better man. But what? God never granted his request or maybe God is angry with him or God is currently testing him.
Above the sacred place Mayang spilled all his sorrow in the heart, lamenting the fate that had happened, complaining of pleading and being grateful for what God had given him at this time, he said, then his request on the day to come, he would not want to fall into the same pit. Mayang sobbed, while the woman who gave birth to him stood in the doorway listening to his daughter's cries, he knew at this time that Mayang's backrest was much stronger than the backrest he was able to give. The tears of the woman who gave birth to her shed could not be contained.
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Shy peeking, Mayang prepares his son to go to school, there is no drama before school like children in general. Ali obeyed what his mother's will was without a word of rejection at all.
Mayang also said goodbye to leave for work, even though his eyes were swollen from crying for too long. He was determined to not want to cry anymore men who never cried at all. It used to be when Mayang gave birth to his son Rohman did not care at all, which was in his brain work and work.
Walking towards his house as usual, many pairs of eyes of mothers who looked at him. It was as if the current Mayang was the worst woman they had ever seen.
"Eh, Mayang," said Tuti-Rohman's cousin. Mayang is lazy to serve women who are not important at all according to him.
"You're deaf Mayang!" Excite Tuti with his special accent. Mayang even accelerated his pace considering today he had to go to work. Professionals, that's the demand from Bagas.
Slamming the door rough so that Tuti understands how he is currently tired and lazy to serve things that are not important at all.
Seriate....