
At home, I was greeted by my parents and sisters. My sisters are all at home except number three because she was married before me, because my sister was married first then my parents quickly betrothed me because of the trust of the old man if the older sister is stepped first (married) then it will be difficult to mate then therefore my parents quickly find soul mate. My mother came up to me and cried, she asked me what was wrong with my household, why it was like this. I can only shake because I don't know what's going on. My father told me to go to the room and rest, I saw my father's face was very grim, maybe he felt guilty because it was the young man who was looking for a companion for me. He did not expect this would be like this. Rifqie has been taken by my sister, they love her so much because it has been a long time at home there is no baby, my biggest sister has been Junior High School. I entered the room and rested, I wanted to take a short nap to relieve the fatigue.
The day showed me the time ashar, I woke up and took a bath and continued the prayer ashar, I saw my son had taken a bath and was brought to play in front of my sisters. I smiled looking at him and felt grateful that so many loved Rifqie .
I went to the living room and I saw my mother's father sitting there waiting for me to hear an explanation. "There's something with your household, son, that hasn't been all right" my father said. " I don't know sir, we're living as usual, but lately he's been cold to me, I don't know what's wrong with me, but yesterday he said he was remarried to another woman, hyks hyks" I explained in tears. My mother and father were shocked to hear my explanation. My father was very angry and immediately stood up to pick up a cell phone to contact my husband. Several times my husband's number was called by my father, but not raised, finally my father called my husband's family and was raised by his mother Wijaya. "Assalamualaikum pak pear, what's wrong with tumben kok phone afternoon-afternoon gini? " ask mom Wijaya across the phone. From what I heard, Wijaya's parents did not know about this problem. "This is your problem with our children, I heard Wijaya asked for a divorce from Nita and in remarrying another woman, is that right? " my father asked in a calm tone. A surprised voice came from across the phone. "Astagfirullahaladzim, I don't even know sir ma'am, sir here Wijaya why sir, why he is like this" asked the mother of Wijaya there is her husband. I heard that Wijaya did not tell his parents at all. "Our father apologized on behalf of our son, we will talk to our son later, and we and our family will visit there in the near future. Once sorry sir" lirih mas Wijaya full of regrets.
I saw my father rubbing his face and approaching me holding the top of my head "I'm sorry your father is yes son, because the father betrothed you with his father felt he was a good man, he said, I feel like he'll treat you well because you're his wife, because you've known him and his family for a long time, you've ruined your future, you don't think he's like this" my father said while crying. I saw my mother had been crying from earlier sad to see her first child's household that was new for a lifetime of corn had to be destroyed. I hugged my father tightly and joined in crying, in tears I said to my father softly "it's okay, sir, it's not the fault of you two, maybe I as a wife is still lacking in the eyes of Wijaya so she married again, do not blame yourself because of destiny, yes this is my own fate hyks hyks hyks" my tears broke,. My mother approached and the three of us hugged tightly. We let go of the crying together that afternoon.