REPLACEMENT MEN Season 2

REPLACEMENT MEN Season 2
THE WRONG TASTE


...Lord, if this is taboo, let him escape from my heart....


Captain Rian drove his car slowly. This was the fourth time he had passed in front of the large house. He looked towards the house. From behind the glass of the car, looks Bu Kusno and a young woman.


Ah, where is he?


Captain Rian stopped his car. He kept driving past the house. Up at the front turn, he stepped on the brakes. For a moment the man was dumbstruck behind the steering wheel.


It's ridiculous! Why am I being so stupid, anyway?


He hit the steering wheel. His breathing snorted violently. Then after erecting his body, he turned the car once more, and began to drive slowly towards Bu Kusno's house. This time he not only passed, but turned the car into the courtyard of Bu Kusno's house.


"Lhoh, Captain Rian?" exclaimed Bu Kusno, shocked to see who got off the white Fortuner car.


Captain Rian nodded, revealing a smile. "Yes, Mom." It was Bu Kusno. "How are you?"


"Alhamdulillah, fine. How, know our house, sir?"


"Kan, did you give me the address?"


"O yes, yes. Have you met or used the name, sir?"


Captain Rian smiled wryly. " Find you, Mom."


But today he did not visit the village. A few days ago he was looking for Bu Kusno's address, asking around. But when he arrived in front of the house, he lost his nerve. Only this time he was really desperate to come, after going back and forth four times on the road in front of the house.


"Then let's go in first!" Bu Kusno. But he stopped walking when Karina grabbed his arm.


"Oh, yes, this introduces his sister Maira, sir." Bu Kusno patted Karina's shoulder next to him.


"Mother Janu's sister? Ah, yes, introduce me Riantama, Bu Janu Junior High School friend first." Captain Rian extended his hand.


"Karina," said Karina in short, while welcoming the hand of Captain Rian.


"Yes, let's go in first!" Bu Kusno again invited his guests.


Maira who was folding baby diapers Hanin was stunned when Karina entered the room and told there was captain Rian.


"Well! Captain Rian?"


Karina nodded. "Kok, what's the matter here, Ma'am?" inquiringly.


Maira just shrugged her shoulders.


"Say he was a friend of Junior High?"


"Yes. And yesterday by chance he also helped donate his blood to mbak."


"Kok, can?"


"Just ask mom, how's the story."


Karina scrunched her forehead.


"Yes, I did, I didn't come out first, yeah. It is not good to welcome him. Yesterday he was the one who helped save my life."


Karina grinned disliked. "Yes ...!"


"Nitip Hanin, yes!" maira said while fixing the hijab. Not so much attention to Karina's anger. The woman immediately went out of the room.


"Eh, captain Rian, it's been a long time?" greet Maira to the man in uniform who sat in front of his mother's father.


Captain Rian turned his face. For a moment his face stiffened. "B-yet. How are you, Ms Janu?" The man stood awkwardly, reaching out to Maira.


"Thank God be good, sir." Maira.


"How is the little guy, healthy?" Captain Rian has already mastered the situation.


"Healthy, Sir." Maira then took a seat next to her mother.


"Let's just Mai, Mom." Maira hurried to her feet. Without waiting for his mother's approval, he left the three of them, accompanied by Captain Rian's long breath.


Captain Rian's first visit was followed by subsequent visits. The man seemed to be unable to resist the urge to just look at Maira. Although when he arrived at the house, only Mr. Kusno and Bu Kusno accompanied the conversation. Maira at most just went out for a while to say hello and make a drink. The rest of captain Rian spends time with Maira's parents until his time comes.


Is love capable of making one's mind plunge drastically to its lowest point?


***


In the jungles of Papua, rain has been raining since this morning. The stone rolled the body over his bed. While the black angel was busy stirring the contents of the land pot that was attacked on the bonfire.


"Krnr..agh ... Uh ...!" racau black angel while keeping busy with wooden spoon and pot.


From where he slept, Stone just stared at the dark-skinned girl. A smile extended across his lips as he watched the black angel nimbly move around and around picking something up, inserting it in a pot and stirring it. While the conversation did not stop coming out of his mouth.


The stone rose up, walking toward the black angel. He stood right behind the girl. He held the hand of a busy black angel stirring. The girl's hand stopped suddenly. Then close his body to the body of a black angel, until his lips touch the nape of the girl.


"Ac ...!" The stone closed his eyes. Suddenly his chest was beating. He was reminded of something beautiful and warm.


Removed the wooden spoon held by the black angel. The hand was now held tightly. Janu's lips began to trace the nape of the girl.


The black angel suffocated slowly as Stone turned her body facing the man. "Taa .. aargh ... !"


"No!" Rock jerks. Released his embrace on the body of a black angel. Then the man immediately moved back to the stone slab of his bed.


The black angel stared at the stone. The girl shook her lips. There's a clear membrane in the black of his eye.


While Stone, back curled up the body, facing the wall, without sound.


***


That afternoon, captain Rian was seen sitting on the terrace of the mosque. He had just performed the dhuhur prayer at the mosque of the hospital complex. Next to him was a man in a sky blue uniform like himself, with a white peci on his head, sitting leaning against the porch pole.


"Have you thought well?" ask the guy.


Captain Rian sighed. "How else, tadz. I can't lie to feelings."


Ustadz Yusuf who was also a member of the TNI was upholding the body. His hand was stretched out patting Captain Rian's shoulder. "The woman who loved him still had a husband. In this case the status of her husband mafqud or lost without any trace and news."


Captain Rian raised his face. His eyes reflected enthusiasm. "In Islamic law, what is the status of his wife, Tadz?"


"That's her. There are many opinions regarding the waiting period of the wife whose husband mafqud. Some say one year, some say four years plus an iddah of four months and ten days, some even argue that a wife whose husband mafqud should not remarry before there is clarity about the condition of her husband."


"Well, of those opinions, which is the most valid, Tadz?"


Ustadz Yusuf frowned. "Look, in our legal system there is a compilation of Islamic Law. This book becomes the handle of the judge in deciding a problem in religious justice. As far as I know, with regard to the status of the wife whose husband mafqud, in the book it is said that divorce can occur if one party leaves the other party within two consecutive years without news."


"Two years?" hiss captain Rian.


"That's what's listed there. But of course all decisions depend on the policy of the judge based on other sources of Islamic law as well. Clearly, I think wanting a woman whose husband's status is mafqud, it's like hoping for something unclear."


Once again captain Rian exhaled heavily.


"If I may suggest, you better forget about that feeling. Antum is cute, cool, young again. Surely there are still many women who sincerely want to accept antum applications." Ustadz Yusuf chuckled as he patted the handsome captain on the shoulder next to him.


Captain Rian just smiled bitterly.


Forgetting that feeling is not as easy as deleting the writing on paper.


Meanwhile, three months after the disappearance of Janu, the atmosphere in the cave in the forests of rural Papua is heating up. The stone can no longer withstand its human desires. The flame of the bonfire became a witness to his wildness uniting with the black angel.


(connect)


// Sorry late up her. Honestly, the author rather spent time researching the wife whose husband had legally disappeared from Islam. What the author writes is based on the author's perception of what the author has read. If there are readers who have other views, the author is very grateful if the reader wants to share here. Sharing knowledge is good.


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