He's Not The Best
65. Weddings
Ruja's Marriage Between Conjecture and Reality
Winsi looked back and at one of his friends who was sitting next to Nia, alternately. At that time they were resting under a tree after doing sports, which became a routine schedule every morning on Friday’at and Sunday.
“What's up?” Said Winsi while standing looking at her approaching friend while running and gasping for breath. The girl's voice looked impatient as she wanted to hear the news about Hanifa from her other friend.
“There's a phone, for you. In the same wait Ustaz Fina!”
Hearing the news that, he got a phone call, Winsi immediately ran towards the dormitory because the ustazah was meant to wait for him there. Once he got in front of the dormitory, an ustazah gave a mobile phone that was used as a public communication tool by all the girls there.
“Assalamu’alaikum ..?” winsi said as soon as the phone she received from a teacher on picket duty, guard the dormitory that day, then stick the flat object into her ear.
The one who contacted Winsi, was Runa-his mother. Shortly after greeting, he quietly listened to the woman speak. Her face was so crisp and her aunt smiled at the mother's words that she was about to have a sister. An answer after waiting for years married to Arkan. Actually she has a high risk if pregnant, considering her age is above 35 years. However, she still maintained the existence of a fetus in her womb.
Runa deliberately called her son to tell him the news so that he felt happy. Having a sister when she was an adult, this was an incredible thing. It turns out that this fun has a little brother who can be a pleasure for him.
He remembers having a sister when he was a child, he did not play long with his sister because the baby later died. At that time Winsi was still innocent and did not know why his sister was taken to the hospital, but, after being taken home, it was put into the ground. She was so sad that she felt sorry for her baby sister who was alone and cold down there.
When she was in fifth grade, there was a friend who also had a cute little baby sister and Winsi was very happy to join her, when she played there. Every time she came home from karate practice that time, she stopped by and would linger for a long time at a friend's house, just to play with her baby sister. However, he will be disappointed if he stopped and his baby brother was sleeping.
However, now he will have his own new sister, so he can't wait to graduate, and can go home to see a baby sister who must be very funny. Winsi hung up the phone with a smile and a flowery heart.
“Yes, that's all the good news, you're happy, right? Pray for your mother to stay healthy until you give birth to your sister safely.” Runa spoke from behind the phone enthusiastically.
“Iya, Buk. Surely Wiwin pray for the good of Mom, also Dad.”
“Don't forget, make Erlan too.”
“Which is why?”
“Tadi, Dad just received word, that Erlan was in an accident. I don't know how he is now, Dad went to the hospital and until now has not come home.”
“Oh, yes, hopefully he is fine.”
“Aamiin.”
Winsi ended the phone call, after saying her regards. His feelings were so ambiguous at one time. His eyes were still glaring as he gave his teacher a mobile phone and thanked him, in Arabic as is customary there.
“Jazakillah, Ustaz.” Winsi said while nodding respectfully.
The teacher nodded. While Winsi walked away, but only a few steps, he stopped and turned around then, approaching the teacher who had given him a mobile phone loan.
“Ustazah!”
“Ya, what's up, Win?”
“You ask, Ustadzah Hanifah where yes, how long have you not been in hostel?”
“Oh, it hurts, but don't know what now?”
“What pain yes, if I can know?”
“Wah, sorry .. do not know if about it, before asking permission to take sick time off, he once called, had fallen out. If you want more details, you can ask the same Ustaz Faruq.”
Hearing the explanation of his pilgrimage, Winsi nodded, meaning he had to meet Ustaz Faruq, the pesantren, if you want to know more about Hanifa.
Proximity to the teacher, makes him curious about longing because long time does not meet. He is like a brother to Provinsi, in addition to a mentor and friend who is more mature and more experienced. He was no wonder that Erlan liked a girl like Hanifa. Even he was willing if the two people would later marry into husband and wife like mother and father.
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Meanwhile, after Runa kept the mobile phone at the table, she sat on the sofa while rubbing her flat stomach, contacted Winsi and chatted for a while, making her a little relieved after the saturation approached. He was really worried about Erlan, although, he was not his biological child, but still he could not just be indifferent.
It just so happened that the boy came home at the end of the year after nearly twelve months of living abroad for education as well as family business. From the morning he paid for the streets using his big motorbike.
Until now, Runa has not received news from her husband again.
“Ahk ..” Runa sighed slowly while leaning her head on the back of the chair.
Suddenly Runa's memory drifted on three years ago. When she officially divorced from Basri and got her letter legally, she was actually married to Arkan. The established man who had once stopped in his heart then, helped a lot and offered a special relationship to be a mistress in the big house. Something that never crossed his mind.
He thought first he would last a lifetime with Basri, the man who was also instrumental in his life though, being rude and hurting his heart so deeply for rejecting his own son. However, who would have guessed if it turned out that the man even let others do cruel things to make him go to prison. Therefore, he felt it was not appropriate to go back to fighting and surviving with a husband like himself.
Already several times they had met and Basri invited him back together, but Runa refused because her ex-husband still did not want to accept Vinsi.
A moment later the woman smiled to herself as she recalled how her marriage to Arkan felt just yesterday she heard the man perform a kabul hijab and say his name, it was as though she was the only woman in the world who was happy.
Happiness is because she again has the status as a wife for a husband who wants to love wholeheartedly, even accept Provinsi though, the girl is not her own child.
It is still clear in memory as Runa walked gracefully, from the guest room she had been in approached Arkan. He wears a lacy white kebaya towards the central hall of the house, which has been decorated and designed in such a way that it looks spacious and attractive. All the chairs were removed from there, the entire floor of the room was just spread out by a velvet carpet making the place sprawl very wide. Everyone is in it. While food dishes are in the courtyard with chairs arranged in a row around it.
It was his wedding day with the man who had repeatedly become a hero and asked him to become a wife who filled the mansion.
At that time all eyes were on him, he was the main center of a simple party, which Arkan held in his own home by inviting some relatives, relations and neighbors. Not much, really. However, it is quite crowded for people who are married for the second time.
“Are you ready?” ask Arkan as they sit side by side in front of a table that has been prepared in advance for the place of kabul ijab and the signing of a marriage certificate.
“Yes,” replied Runa, looking at Arkan with a timid smile as she should have asked like that.
After the procession was completed smoothly, Runa still had a happy smile, not the same as when she married Basri, back then. After kabul, he cried because that's when he released his bachelor to the next new life. Moreover, he got a person who would become a life companion after his parents were gone. However, at this time there was nothing to cry about even though it was his own happiness. He smiled welcoming the future, with the person who was ready to bear the burden of living together and his inner self.
“Are you crazy?” asked a voice not far from the sofa, startling Runa from her daydream.
The woman straightened her back, then smiled gently as she approached Badri who was staring cynically at Runa.
Dad ... It's afternoon, come on! We go for a walk,” said Runa as she stepped behind the wheelchair and began to push her slowly towards the yard, they kept quiet, until they got out of the house.
“I told you, don't call me Dad. I'm not your father!” said Basri impressed indifferently. The man did not approve of Arkan marrying a widow like Runa because for him a woman like her could not give her child anything.
But what he feared was different from the fact that, Runa did not seem at all to want to control Arkan, nor the treasures or inheritances from him. Evidently after almost three years he occupied the house, there was nothing meaningful change, such as furniture that was changed according to Runa's taste or the house rules were changed at will. There aren't.
The house did not increase with luxury goods, even jewelry worn by Runa everyday, just jewelry that became a dowry from Arkan.
Badri rarely saw Runa shopping for a variety of expensive items, except to the market to buy family groceries, it was with Bi Neni and Hasnu. He has also never been seen hanging out with socialites like Saina or Arkan's late wife before. Surprisingly he always makes typical Nusantara food that is always delicious and liked.
Only Runa was willing to take time every afternoon to guard and take him for a walk around the complex. All this time no one could do for him. Arkan was always busy, Erlan where might be willing to push the wheelchair carefully and full of patience. However, ever since Runa lived together and officially became his son's wife, it was the woman who first offered him the fun.
There is one more thing he liked from his son-in-law, when they went for a walk, Runa many stories about the struggle of the Rosules and the companions of the Prophet that he had never heard before.
“Dad, I only consider my own father. I don't have any parents anymore. Do you know there is a child who is so hurt when his parents do not want to assume, even though he is his own child? Rosul once raised a child separated from his family, even almost made into slaves ..”
“Rosul loved him very much, though, the boy was not handsome or perfect like other children in general, because his body was small and thin, but, because his affection was so great, because, to the extent that he wanted to change the name of the child as if his descendants, but, religion forbid because of the nasab, descent as well, blood flow still can not be replaced.”
“There is indeed a foolish parent who would not admit his own child like that?”
“Ada.”
“Who?”
“Bapak Winsi.”
Suddenly the old man coughed loudly.
“Dad, why? Dad!” runa asked as she patted her Badri-in-law's back, quietly. But his face looks panicked. While Badri continued to cough.
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