Chapter 19
"Brother, I'm sorry, Dek. So far, we've been suudzon with you. Our mother-in-law leaves the decision to us. She can't make a decision. Come on, the three of us chat again, okay. Wait for Mas Azzam to come home first," he answered at length.
So Mother-in-law left the decision to Mas Azzam. Alright, then I'll just take the decision to back off.
"Dek, I want to be honest with you. Actually, Mas Azzam doesn't love me. Until now, he still doesn't love him. I'm sad, this is all my fault," said Sis Winda.
"Actually, I still don't understand why Mas Azzam wants to marry brother if he doesn't love him," I said.
"That's because I used him, Dek. I came to the shaman and asked for help so Mas Azzam wants to be with me. But it turns out, the medicine only lasts a few months. After that, Mas Azzam returns to how he used to be. He doesn't care and doesn't love him me. He only loves the child in my womb, hikss!"
Sis Winda wept bitterly, it seemed she felt very sorry.
"This is all because of Mak Ijah, she ruined my mind. She said, if I could marry Mas Azzam, my life would be happy. Mas Azzam is the son of a rich man, but apparently his parents prefer you to be their favorite son-in-law. Sad brother, Dek !"
Sis Winda's tears are getting worse. I was confused about what to say, luckily Mak Ijah didn't take long to come. However, it turned out that Mak Ijah made the situation even more confusing.
"What are you doing with my granddaughter, Clara?! You're not satisfied with making her suffer, are you?" he asked in a high voice.
"That's it, Mom! Enough! Clara isn't there to make me cry. I'm the one who's sad, Mom," Brother Winda interrupted, still crying.
"Why you? There is no rain, there is no heat, you cry too. You are crazy, I think," said Mak Ijah.
"Mak Ijah who has gone mad. Sis Winda feels sorry that she stopped ust Sitik by going to a shaman. Mak Ijah is also old, instead of repenting, he even teaches what is not true to his own grandson," I replied.
"You don't have to pretend to know, Clara. You're new here, if you don't know anything, you don't have to talk much. You'll be good to fight your parents!" replied Mak Ijah fiercely.
She stood with her hands on his hips, her hands kept pointing at my face. I shudder to see her wrinkled lips that continue to babble non-stop. Meanwhile, Sis Winda tried to get Mak Ijah to sit down.
"That's it, Mak. If Mak Ijah keeps repeating like this, just go back to Mak Ijah's house there. I don't want to hear any more perverse incitement from Mak Ijah!"
"Oh, how smart your mouth is now, isn't it, Winda. Just because your in-laws have accepted you now, haven't you? You'll see it later, until you cry your blood is asking for help from me, I won't help you!"
Mai Ijah was inflamed, after being satisfied with all his swearing he went home.
"That's scary, isn't it, Ijah, Sis. She's really your grandmother. Why are you called Mak?" I asked after Mak Ijah was no longer seen.
"I also don't know, Dek. Because I was cared for by him since I was little, my mother and father went abroad until now there is no news. It was Ijah who took care of me until I was an adult," answered Sis Winda.
I understand now, it turns out that Sis Winda's past is very heavy.
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The ticking of the wall clock that rang loudly colored the silence that was created between the three of us. Neither I, Sis Winda or Mas Azzam have been silent since half an hour ago.
I am waiting for the decision that will be taken by Mas Azzam next. However, it seems that he is also at a loss to decide what is best for us.
"How, Mas? What is your decision? Are you going to divorce me? Because it's impossible if you divorce Sis Winda. She is pregnant," I asked while giving Mas Azzam an idea.
"No, Clara. I know that all this time I've been wrong with you and Mas Azzam. I don't want to add more sins, Mas Azzam just choose Clara!" said Sis Winda surprising me and Mas Azzam.
"Sis Winda, you...."
"Yes, Ra. I'm aware of it, but as long as this child isn't born yet. Mas Azzam still lives with me, yes! When he is born, then Mas Azzam lives with you, Ra," said Sis Winda.
"Why are you silent, Mas. What is your decision?" I asked in exasperation because Mas Azzam had only been silent ever since.
"I just follow your decision. What's best, I'll accept it," he replied casually.
"You can't do that, please, Mas. You are the head of the household, our priest. You should be the one who decides. Instead of giving up. So a boy, really, there is no firmness at all."
I'm annoyed with his resigned attitude, really disappointing Mas Azzam's attitude this time. He prefers to play it safe, it was proven when he was paired with me.
Instead of refusing, they just obeyed on the grounds of fear of disobeying their parents.
Mas Azzam is still unmoved by my words, making me even more annoyed. I stood up to go home. However, first I have to straighten this issue out to be as clear as possible.
"That's it, Mas. Because Mas can't or doesn't want to make a decision. I'm the one who backs off, tomorrow I'm going back to Mama and Papa's house!"
After saying that, I turned around and left Sis Winda's house.
"Deck, wait a minute! Big brother just back off!" shouted Sis Winda while chasing me.
I stopped, afraid that he would fall because he was in a hurry to chase after me.
Continued