FORCED CHEATING
267THE TOUGHEST DECISION
The pace of the carriage split the lonely night, the clattering of his voice as if forcing it to leave behind millions of memories that were once etched beautifully into memory. Mirza sat down and looked out the completely dark window, showing nothing out there. Sometimes sigh and try to rest his eyes that feel heavy but can not be closed. Her thoughts drifted on the events yesterday afternoon after the baby Nala aqiqah event was over.
“Mirza, I want to talk to you,” scolded Bu Harni to him who was holding baby Nala at the time.
A little look up in shock because a few moments before his mother-in-law seemed to still chat with Mr. Hadi.
“Ya, Ma?”
“Follow the mother into a moment,” the door then called Tia to take over the baby Nala who seemed to be getting sleepy, while Via himself still met the guests who did not go home immediately even though the event was over.
Heading to his room took something from the desk drawer. Although it was a little wonder why her mother-in-law looked so serious but Mirza was still casually sitting herself in the chair .
“What is this Bu?” looking questioningly a red map offered by her mother-in-law.
“Read,” Bu Harni's word cool then sit on the edge of the bed.
Open then listen word by word summarized in the sentence on a complete white paper stamped in the bottom right corner. Jatung Mirza thumped after understanding the intent implied in it.
“Without mother asking I will give everything to Via and Nala,” put the map in a vibrating voice, not expecting the demands of her mother-in-law.
“Good then, now quickly sign, after that mom will take care of her name transfer letters for Via.”
“No need Mom, because everything is already on behalf of Via. Cars, motorcycles, pennies, even this house is already on behalf of Via.”
“This house?” kind of surprised, “not that you guys are still contracting?”
“I've bought it without Via's knowledge,”
Looking at the daughter-in-law who now lowered her face.
“You have prepared it because you know the worst possibility that will happen in your household.”
Mirza nodded faintly, her gaze still fixed on the floor of the room.
“Means you are ready to part with Via?”
Instantly raised his face, returning his mother-in-law's gaze as if accusing him.
“No, until whenever I will never be ready Bu” shakes firmly.
“But your mother will continue to force you, your household will forever not be quiet.”
A rude snort, recalling her argument with her mother a few hours ago when she said that if her mother had forced her to leave Via, she would have left her.
“Mirza,” calls the filthy looking son-in-law, “you have no other choice.”
“Mother don't corner me, it's enough just that my mother has always sued me all this time,” said with a pleading gaze. “Please let me happily live together Via Bu.”
“What happiness do you mean?” looking at the sad look of the daughter-in-law. “You can't even bring your mother here to see her grandson's face. What do you expect? From there it is clear, your mother will not melt even with any reason.”
Silent for long enough. Mirza was busy with various thoughts that bersamuk in his mind, his mother was harder than a stone. If he chose to stay in his position, of course his mother would not just accept the happiness of the Mirza small family, there would always be a way to tease him. He will not let Mirza calm down, there must be the slightest things to grab Mirza's attention from Via. Huh! Sharing love and affection with a wife and mother like Bu Een is more difficult than sharing love and affection with two wives.
“Mirza,” call Bu Harni resuscitate Mirza.
“I could not turn Via, Bu” immediately got up from his seat and left the room without waiting for Bu Harni to finish her sentence. His mind was tired, not wanting to argue more on display anymore. He walked quickly to his room unaware there was an eye watching him full of suspicion.
The night crept late, slide by slide as the afternoon happened until the night continued to appear alternately on Mirza's head. He still can not be closed even though all the occupants of the carriage have been sound in their respective dream realms.
How could he forget all the things he had been through with his wife for so long? Moreover, the afternoon before that night felt very heavy for him, the decision he took was probably too cowardly as a man. Mirza finally chose to leave everything she had, because she considered the root of all problems to be her.
As soon as it filled his chest cavity, the increasingly heart-wrenching chute of the night carriage made his inner pain unspeakable. Should he say goodbye to sumua his sweet memories with his little family that have not long been etched beautifully? Mirza scooped the oxygen in, the fragrant scent of baby Nala's telon oil that afternoon slumped into her subconscious. So sweet and soothing. Longing pierced the recesses of his heart.
“Mas, have entered maghrib time,” Via touching her husband's shoulder softly, “Sholat first yuk.”
“In advance aja Darling, Mas still want to hug the beautiful princess Mas,” memahut without changing his position that is lying on his side hugging the tiny body of Nala wrapped in a blanket bagambar Doraemon.
A little strange, not usually her husband spent time praying together with her. But trying to understand maybe because Mirza was tired, Via finally took the wudlu did not want to force the husband. Without Via knowing, the inner war is being felt by Mirza, he must immediately make a decision to leave or stay with all the risks he must be ready to bear.
As if not wanting to let go of her happiness complement, Mirza tightened her embrace on the baby Nala who was deep in her sleep to make the tiny baby squirm a little - perhaps because it was too tight the father hugged her.
“Nak –“ rubs the red cheeks of his little angel, “you must grow up to be a strong child. I'm sorry, I'm not a good father. But you should know, I really love you.” Mirza whispered in Nala's small ears, then kissed the black hair of baby Nala who had just been cut a little as a figurehead at the aqiqah event this afternoon.
Like understanding the father's money, the tiny baby wriggled back with a smile.
“Your smile is so sweet, just like your smile. And forever father will not be able to forget your smile that always cools this heart. I promise, someday I will definitely come back for you,” kissed in the little forehead of baby Nala, her tears almost poked when Via again reprimanded her.
"Mas, the maghrib time is almost up.”
Segara Mirza seka both corners of his eyes wet, then turned his head after believing he was fine. “You're done praying, honey?”
“Udah,” sits on the lip of the bed. “Mas why, not feeling well huh? tired of it.”
Get up slowly so as not to disturb baby Nala. Sit opposite Via. “Heem, probably because often stay up Dear,” say so looking for a reason.
Cupping the right cheek of Mirza with one hand, “Mas not horrified said Bang Haji Roma Irama huh? Can't often stay up if there is no need.”
A big smile clasped tightly to his wife's fingers, his heart warmed up instantly. Maybe his wife was joking in the middle of her sad mood.
“Since when was Roma Irama your brother, Darling?” replying to Via's joke for not wanting Via to suspect him.
“Ish, I was just following people Mas call him Bang Haji that,” slightly pursed his lips.
O God, can I lose all this spoiled behavior of my wife? His smile and manner will always be missed. Inner Mirza mellos mellow.
“Mas?” noticing the change in her husband's countenance, Mirza hurriedly grabbed Via into the chest deck of her field.
“Hmm, don't protest yes. Mas pingin mengelukin you kayak gini continue.” Clutching Via tightly, tightly as if afraid that someone would take it forcibly.
“Mas, but I'm almost breathless,” great-grandson Via looked up at Mirza's sturdy jaw.
Slowly breaking a hug, glared at them with two beautiful eyes that always radiate love mingled with sincerity.Ripples of sadness reappeared, but soon Mirza tepis, Via should not be suspicious.
“Akh, Mas –“ pushes slowly her husband's chest.
“Before a while darling,” as if not to be rejected, reach for the nape of Via and return to continue the kiss that had paused it, shed all feelings, mutually gently clenched in pleasure.“Thank you, Darling.” Mirza said after being satisfied to sip the sweet lips of the wife.
Pensive for a moment, again felt there was a strange attitude to the husband.
“Mas?”
“Hm,”
“I feel Mas attitude is a bit strange huh?” finally came out that sentence.
“Times anyway?” smilingly rubbed Via's wet lips with her right thumb.
“Mas all right?” the look in his eyes implied worry, actually he wanted to say further, whether all this was related to the promise that Mirza had already made to his mother. But because he did not want to ruin the sweet moment, Via did not find out even though he actually felt the same thing.
“Darling," Mirza said she did not want to respond to his wife's silence. "What can we tonight –“ does not continue his sentence, removed the child's hair from the forehead Via then pushed slowly both shoulders his wife's body to the top of the mattress.
“Mas want to do?” asked a little tensely.
“Isn't your puerperium over, dear? Mas want to open the seal,” smiles meaningfully.
Suddenly blushed because her husband too quickly asked for rations, “Mas has not prayed maghrib right?” back reminded. “After all this is still too late.”
“Mas said later tonight, Darling” close his lips to Via's ears, Mirza's breath feels so warm that it can make his nape feathers bristled. 40 days they fasted, and, a pair of people who are still very loving each other is almost dissolved in longing if the whining babay Nala does not wake them.
“Ah, Nala Mas –“ encourages her husband's soft body that has been confined to him.
Mirza smiled to see the clear eyes of her little angel who suddenly woke up, her desire almost to the crown had to pause.
“We continue later tonight ya Darling,” gently rubbed his wife's cheeks then rushed to the bathroom.
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A pair of eyes that were staring at Mirza full of suspicion were in Bu Harni's room. Riri entered without excuse, Miss Harni was a bit surprised.
“Mother and Mas Mirza have been chatting what?” Riri enters the room asking to the point.
Not answering, rose to reach the map that was still lying resignedly on the table.
Sreek.
“What is this Bu?” grabbing the map from his mother's hand, immediately widened his two eyeballs after reading the contents quickly. “So this is the plan I meant? which mother said would make Bu Een and Mas Mirza regret?” looking at his mother in disbelief. “What the fuck is this Mom? you should not force Mas Mirza like that. This is the same as telling Mas Mirza to immediately divorce Mbak Via.” Put the rough red map on the table.
“Mom did all this for your sister's sake. I don't want her divorced by Mirza without getting anything. I have to make sure Via and Nala's life will be fine even without Mirza.” Bu Harni defended herself.
Smiling wryly, “I guess mom will have any plans to make Mas Mirza regret it if you keep divorcing Mbak Via. It turns out that the mother's plan is not as great as I think,” clucked inexhaustibly against his mother, “still about the treasure that I was worried about, if that's how different mom is from Bu Een?”
“Riri! Keep your mouth shut!” raising the tone of his mana because it does not accept is equated with the iron. “Everyone needs money for living expenses. I don't want Via and Nala to have a difficult future. You do not be naive, you also must be happy if you have a lot of money and property. But unfortunately you are blinded by love, you seem to see the world when both your eyes are closed!”
“What kind of language is it?” smiling slanted at his suddenly upset mother. “Mother means to insinuate me? Just do as you like, but I will not marry if not the same Toni, period!”
“Ri!” pulled the arm of the youngest boy who was about to leave. “Your thoughts should be far ahead. If one day after you marry Toni then split up, what will you get if your husband has nothing?”
“Bu, enough ya” forcefully release his hand from the check of the mother. “I'm not married to get divorced. So why think that way? It is precisely the mother whose mind is far away, as if it precedes the will of God. We are talking about Mas Mirza and Mbak Via, why even talk to me with Toni?” nagging annoyed because his mother's attitude has passed.
“Mother just reminds you," asserted Bu Harni.
“But I do not like the same way mother,” bright Riri who menag its blunt nature. “Toni is the best for me, mother can not give us blessing if you want to see me become a spinster forever.” Continue Riri cold.
Sighing heavily, he knew his youngest son was very stubborn. Not wanting to respond further, Ms. Harni finally chose silence.
“Quickly dispose of the silly affidavit Ma'am, before Mbak Via found out,” Riri said later. “Mbak Via must be sad if you know you have forced Mas Mirza to sign the letter.”
Ranting looked at the writing that contained important statement points that must be approved by Mirza.
“After all try to think again that last point,” Riri continued. “ What's the mother maksa Mas Mirza to give Nala monthly allowance of 10 million per month? Is Mas Mirza working what income can be that big? If Mas Mirza has a tuyul farm or pigs ngepet it is possible, but if only working in the pharmacy doctor Burhan is impossible.” Head bells with the behavior of his mother.
“Who knows he wants to go sailing again after the same split Via,” elak Bu Harni.
“But I shouldn't have done that. Does a baby need as small as Nala? mom really-ener 'already late.”
“Mommy said, Mom is only –“
“Already Mom, just throw away the letter. Or if not let me burn it.”
Sreek.
“Let's mom alone,” precedes Riri's hand to reach the red map.
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