COVERT PARTY

"How come it's so neat? Isn't it Sunday?" 

"Someone from the head office came, like it or not, you have to work, Sar," answered Mas Feri, rolling up his shirt sleeves to the middle of his wrist. 

There is a feeling of stagnation. Usually to the office never wear a plain white shirt. But I ignored it because I felt it was impossible if Feri had betrayed me. 

We already have a daughter, the family economy is more than adequate because it has an inheritance from my parents, such as the three shop houses that I rented out. 

I already have a house because this is my parents' house too. In my daily life, I also open a mini market right next to my house. What else is missing? In fact, I have never denied fulfilling my husband's inner needs. 

It doesn't matter how much Feri's salary is, after all I also have money. Every month I also give regular money to my mother-in-law because my income is more than Feri's. I treated Feri's mother like my late biological mother. 

After all, his brother Feri is also a widow with one child. "Even though I really wanted to go for a walk, Naswa asked me to go to the lake yesterday, after all she is on school holiday, honey." 

"Next time, it's still a long vacation." 

"Yeah, let's take it first." On the dining table, fried rice is served, complete with fried chicken. Don't forget Feri's favorite papaya pieces. 

"I'm in a hurry, Sarah, you just eat with Naswa, I'll go first." Then I kissed my forehead, I kissed the back of Feri's hand.

"Be careful, honey," I replied between smiles. 

The shophouse that I own is located in a strategic location, specifically for office locations. Alhamdulillah, every year if I want to buy a car, I can definitely afford it. 

No need to wait for your husband's salary at the end of the month. "Mom, so we go for a walk?" asked Naswa after leaving the room. "Later when your Papa is not busy." 

"Yeah, it's Sunday, Mom." Then Naswa sat down feeling disappointed because her face was swollen. "Be patient, there must be time, let's have breakfast.' "father is always busy, is the marketing department that busy, Mom?" "Yes, maybe, the proof is on Sundays your Papa also goes to the office." 

"Tired of staying at home." "Don't complain too much, Nas, let's eat." I put a plate of rice fried in front of her. My daughter is not the type of child who likes to hang out in cafes with friends her age. 

She prefers to go for a walk with me or if she has time with Feri. Even if she goes to play, at least she goes to her best friend's house, but the current condition is that her best friend is home because of the holidays .

"Mom, let's just go to Grandma's house, anyways yesterday the mangoes at Grandma's house were bearing fruit, father said he didn't have time to bring it because he was in a hurry." 

"Yesterday your father went to Grandma's house?" Mr Ferry is busy. But how can you stop by his mother's house? Even home was often late. 

"Yeah, I think, father slipped up saying the mango behind Grandma's house is thick, Mom." 

At the mini market I already have several employees. So if I have business, I don't have to bother leaving my business. This time I was ridden by Naswa by motorbike to my mother-in-law's house. 

Riding a car for a long time because there are often traffic jams on the road entering the housing. Naswa already has a driver's license because she is 18 years old. 

Yes, Naswa is in 3rd grade of high school. I'm quite happy even though I haven't been blessed with a second child. I've never had family planning, for some reason I haven't gotten pregnant yet. "Mom, I think Grandma has a lot of guests, look at the cars and motorbikes in front of the door," said Naswa when we saw my in-laws' house from the intersection. 

"Let's just go through the side door, park on the side so it's not too cramped," I answered. Mother-in-law's house is located in the simple housing hook section. So if you enter through the side door, you can also go through the side street. Meanwhile, the small yard is full of one parking car and two other motorbikes. I don't know where the guests come from.

"Mom, why is there father's car?" Naswa parked the motorbike right behind Mas Feri's car. Now, we are on the side of the road next to my mother-in-law's house. "Yes, yes? Your father said he was busy and wanted to go to the office."

"Let's go downstairs first, Mom." 

But, why is there Mas Feri sitting in the middle of them? And who is the woman in the white dress beside her? "Mom, why does father seem to want to accept consent?" whispered Naswa also peeking. I was stunned to see it. The atmosphere was quiet and solemn. 

My husband Feri is like shaking hands with a man, like he wants to accept consent. They were in the midst of several people including my in-laws and in-laws. 

"I accept the marriage and the marriage of Tuti Wulandari bin Rajab with a dowry of a set of prayer tools paid in cash." The words came out smoothly from my husband's mouth. "Giman witness, legit?" said another man sitting near my husband. 

Instantly my body felt weak. 

Almost wanted to fall but luckily Naswa held my hand. I couldn't hold back these tears as I was hurt by the reality I saw. My husband had just made a marriage contract with a woman I didn't know at all. 

My body is shaking. I couldn't believe what I saw. We arrived a few seconds late. Until the approval is complete. What made my heart very sore, my mother-in-law, brother-in-law and sister-in-law smiled as the word 'legitimate' came out of the mouths of several people who attended this wedding. 

"Mom, Mom, don't cry, let's go home," whispered Naswa as she pulled my hand towards the exit. 

"No! Let's mess this all up, kid." "It's no use, Mom, that woman is legally Papa's wife, let us think about how to repay them, Mom don't be sad, I still have me, I promise to repay them, we have weapons to fight, if they pretend to be good in front of them. us, we pretended back too." 

Maybe I should enjoy this pain. Through a process, until the process ends. I need to be able to stand up again, strong and not give up. Because giving up will destroy me. For the sake of my only child, I must be strong. Will I forgive them? The answer is no! Because of this pain I will use the strength to repay them.

Please smile behind my back. That smile will make them cry. God, I'm sorry I can't forgive them. This wound continues to gape until I forget what it feels like to heal. 

To be Continued.