Devotion (A Devotion)
Pretty Devil
“Why, Cint?”
Sherly immediately met in the room after Izal said that I was sick in the room. That beautiful woman was very worried about my condition.
“We went to the hospital? Your pain relapsed?”
I shook my head to answer the question. My eyes were swollen, the tears that had soaked my cheeks all day were almost dry. However, as Sherly embraced me, these tears grew even more intense.
“Why? Dong story. If you don't tell me where I know.”
In sobs I show you all the chat and evidence on Mas Hadi's phone. Somehow the cell phone that was only used to contact the family was left behind. Is it intentionally?
“Satan! Absolutely satan the Nofi!” as Sherly told Nofi. “Devil crust hell!”
My eyes can't answer Sherly's insults and swearing. Right, Nofi is a demon. Satan mentioned by a hadith, ” Truly Satan put his throne on the water (sea) then he sent his army. The closest to him is the greatest. One of his soldiers came and said, “I have done this and so”. The devil said, “You did nothing at all”. Then came another one and said, “I didn't leave him (to be teased) until I managed to separate between him and his wife. So the Devil approached him and said, “What a great (demon) like you”(HR Muslim). Yes, Nofi is a demonic incarnate woman who wants to separate her husband from his wife. He wanted Mas Hadi and I to divorce, not polygamy.
“Now we go to the doctor first, yes. Your body is like a gini. This is your body getting hot again. Have you eaten yet?” ask the beautiful-eyed lady.
I'm shaking. How do you want to eat? The heart feels unnatural, the body shakes, the heart jumps, and this soul feels floating.
“Eat first huh?” wheedled.
I shove this head again to answer his question. “Sick, Sher, sick!” my screams were held back with a hoarse voice from crying too much.
“Udah, you don't be sad. We avenge his actions. Satan must be fought. Just shut up, we make him not wrinkle.” Sherly's furious voice sounded scary to Love.
“Where to fight it. I'm afraid of him.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“Once, it feels inferior to me, Sher.”
“Waahh no, that's it. He loves it when you look weak, sick, and make your husband even more angry and hate you.”
“But I can't, if I have to meet him. What am I, Sher.”
“Yeee, you are so weak. Nih see her post.” Sherly shows all of Nofi's photogenic posts at various tourist sites.
It was painful to know that all the locations were the same locations as the picture shown in the details of the time and place of the photo in the Mas Hadi gallery.
“This she, feeling pretentious and pretentious can seduce your husband. Is she happy? She is pretending to be happy, because your husband wants to marry her, but does not divorce you right away. He was actually also tortured. Now your duty, you must not be weak before him. You must be strong ngadepin him.”
“But it hurts, Sher. I can't take it anymore,” My tears break again.
“Ups! Sherly doesn't want to see desperate love. We reply Nofi!” His spirit stupefied me. If Sherly was so enthusiastic, why should I be weak.
Sherly paused after feeding a few spoons of porridge while grumbling about Nofi's behavior. I heard it in silence.
“You eat a lot, don't be skinny. He's all semok semlohay, look at your thin body dry like gini. She's watching you get sick.”
Since there's been a problem with Nofi, I don't eat. The mind is drained with all the behaviors of Mas Hadi and Nofi that hide betrayal. My original weight was fifty-eight, being only forty-five kilo grams.
When I was a girl, forty-five kilos of grams were fat. But when I was a mother, I felt very thin and thin. Is Mas Hadi looking for a sexy one? I don't know.
*****
“Sorry, Mom. Would you marry Nofi?”
“Who said that? There's no way I'm marrying your own friend.”
The conversation that night after Mas Hadi sat down. I asked why Caca and her mother's voice was heard across the phone when I was about to ask for her return because Izal the youngest wanted to buy Gundam in Simpang Lima. He still denied it was Caca's voice. He said it was the sound of people outside the car as he opened the car window. Doesn't make sense, does it?
“Sorry, if the rawon is not good.” I said slowly.
He put his plate roughly half slammed. “If it's not good why presented?”
Duhai, the man who claimed to be a husband and a priest to me. The one scoop you give, is enough to knock down this wall of self-defense. Can't hear it much longer.
“So, when will you get married?” ask me without further ado. Too long to hold on to feelings. After all, why try to make me silent by giving dowry to Mbah Jagad millions of rupiah.
“Who wants to get married?” fierce reply.
The huft! How can the problem be solved like this. Asked, denied. Allowed, outrageous. All wrong.
I posted all the photos that I posted this afternoon at Ngaliyan Market. Photos of all the departures and betrayals he committed behind my back.
“Please explain this to me!” I demand half force.
There was no sound from Mas Hadi's mouth, silent. His eyes were round in disbelief with all the evidence I had obtained. His face was dead because all the photos I had with the rawon that had been cold tonight were completely unexpected.
I waited for him to plead, but for a long time he was agitated. Sucks. Where did all the praise he had given to the woman go? Where do happy eyes go when they go to meet a woman who does not want to be polygamous, but serves the husband of a person like his own husband?
“She understands religion, understands syari’at, closes the aurat well, she is also a smart and smart woman,” praise Mas Hadi one day in front of me.
“There are women understand sharia, if still joged-joged in front of men Mas. When did women understand religion going with men? I can't stop thinking, smart and smart woman, who likes to criticize others.”
“Sok your saint!” snapped at my husband as I refuted all of Nofi's behavior that didn't fit the picture he was describing at the time.
Now, where? He could only silence a thousand languages staring at all the photos in a daze. I saw he wanted to talk, but his mouth was unable to say.
“This is proof of your money transfer to Mbah Jagad. How many tens of millions of mas to realize the dream of polygamy with Nofi. Why believe shirk like this? If you want polygamy, here I teach you a good way not to hurt. Not playing back like this.” Huh! He expects me to be quiet. There is, out of all what I've been damning all this time.
The man who called himself the husband could not look me in the eye. The photos and evidence I had given her were crumpled in anger.
“Speaking, dong! Silence time only?”
Miraculous creatures are called men. When the desire based on the whisper of the devil comes, like a teenager who knows the love of monkeys. Fussing without regard to the prevailing order, crashing the religious and social norms of society. Not even a care for himself.
[I love Dik Nofi so much, even though there is a dividing wall between the two of us. I'm not gonna let you get hurt. Your lips, your nose, and your face, which is always imagined every time you sleep, will not be able to forget you until anytime.
Mas will do whatever Dik Nofi asks, so that Mas can have you. I won't let anyone marry you. I'll divorce Love, if that's what you want.
Mas promised to marry Dik Nofi after the divorce. Don't worry, I won't let our holy love go to waste.]
The snippet of the message he sent to Nofi I showed him with hope, he understood what he was doing had hurt the heart and feelings of the wife. “Holy love, Mas? What kind of holy love happens between a man and a woman who is not a muhrim? There is love because of the devil, because of the devil!”
“Don't be holy-ass, you!”
