Always Humiliated Husband Family
Died

My world seemed to collapse when the female doctor told me my son was gone. Yes, my son is dead.

I quickly entered the room where Hasan was, as soon as I arrived inside, I saw that my Hasan was no longer moving, no longer breathing. His body was stiff with a few stitches on his forehead and head.

My tears that had already broken were now increasingly becoming, let alone Hussein, my other son was as broken as I was. Didn't expect Hasan to leave so soon.

I hugged, kissed, and gently stroked Hasan's stiff body, it felt hard to part, but I knew that all living beings would die, whether it was our turn, when it was, but again, I feel like this trial is really hard.

"Alaaah, the support is crying, Hasan died because of you too!''

Samar that discordant voice I heard, it could be my husband's family living at a time like this. There's no point in me replying to Irma, Mas Hanung's older brother.

Mas Hanung just kept quiet, I don't know what he's feeling right now, is he just as devastated as I am?

When Hasan was alive, Mas Hanung rarely spent time with children. Because after work, she likes to stop by her Mama's house. One day, two days and three days sometimes he doesn't come home. He said, when he got together with us he felt unhappy, different when he was reunited with his family, he felt happy. That's what he used to say when I asked him why he didn't feel at home for so long. When he came home he just left his dirty clothes, not even once he brought the dirty clothes of the family, asking that I wash as well, become their family's free babu.

I repeatedly asked Mas Hanung to divorce me, but he always refused, he said unfortunately if a obedient wife like me is released, the count can be used as a free maid. It hurts my heart to hear his confession. So I was desperate to find a way to collect rupiah coffers to sue Mas Hanung. An unhealthy marriage should end, if not to suffer for a lifetime because of living with the wrong partner.

* * *

Hasan's body has been brought home, the mourners have started to arrive to fill the room where Hasan is. There were neighbors, family, Mas Hanung's co-workers as well as school and school friends and their parents. Not a few of them felt the loss of Hasan, some even shed tears.

* * *

"Ma, let's go home. We've been sitting here for about two hours, Mama needs rest, I don't want Mama to be sick, ''' Husein said as she stroked my shoulder.

We were sitting crouching in front of a mound of clay, Hasan's body was buried two hours ago, but I felt so reluctant to leave Hasan alone. He must be feeling lonely down there.

''Mama still wants to accompany your sister, son,''

''Said Mr. Master, Brother Hasan has calmed down in his new realm. Mama and I don't have to worry, let's go home Ma, tomorrow we're here again to pray for Kak Hasan,''

''Indeed Beautiful Bu, Hasan had calmed down there, he would definitely be sad to see his mother sadly let go of his departure,''

I looked back, it turned out that Mr. Faisal was still standing behind us. I thought he was home.

Very noble Mr. Faisal heart, he wants to accompany me and Husein, when my husband and his family have since returned home, but Mr. Faisal is always there.

Seriate.