BLESSINGS OF LOVE
Asmila Died Is Also OK

Seven days already tahlilan event held at the residence of Ibu Kusnadi.

On Sunday, Kusnadi's mother fell in the bathroom because the floor was slippery, her old legs were unable to withstand the slippery floor.

His legs slipped, jumped into the air, his body lifted up and his head hit the bathroom closet very hard.

Blood splattered, coming out of his nose, ears and the back of his head. The clash in the very hard head made Mother Kusnadi immediately back to face Sang Khalik.

Guilt can never be lost from the heart and mind of Asmila and Fuad.

"Mila should finish cleaning the bathroom first. All wrong Mila, all wrong Mila!!!..," said Mila while shedding tears when remembering the events of last week's day.

"Thankfully you realize, that's you, from the past it was always careless of his life. Until finally because you are also Kusnadi's mother died," Mother Jaka told Asmila.

"But Mila didn't know that I was going to the bathroom at the time" Asmila tried to defend herself.

"Yes, but where's your brain? come on where's your brain? answer..quickly answer!!!" Jaka's mother is getting upset with Asmila.

"If you had his brain used, you would have cleaned his bathroom. Then if it is clean from the soap on the floor, you want to talk until the morning also will not make people wretched".

Very sad words Mother Jaka who deeply regretted the actions of her son who had caused his iron died.

"Mom, if time could be turned back, let Mila just fall and die. Mila sinned against Mother Kus.hu.hu.hu," Asmila continued to cry and regret the loss of her in-laws.

"Yes, it's better that you die. Huh..from childhood you are difficult to manage, always wayward. It's a good thing that you were married by Fuad, otherwise, anyone would want to marry you" Mother Jaka scolded Asmila.

Sometimes if you hear Mother Jaka scolding her, then Asmila likes to wonder for herself. Actually he's a stepson or not, because his mother if scolding always stabs into the heart.

"Astagfirullah, mom.don't be so dong. Poor Mila, she was also accidentally, who knew that Kusnadi's mother would enter the bathroom," Asmida said trying to calm her mother.

With facial expressions still full of emotion, Ibu Jaka still spills anger on Asmila.

"Mother was embarrassed, she couldn't have children, and now she's the one who made her father-in-law die. I'm annoyed to know!!!".

Jaka's mother pointed her finger at Asmila who was bowed in tears.

"You said what if you tried to go to school, everyone would talk about him, iiihhh...so annoyed!!!".

Jaka's mother pinched Asmila's hand, after which grabbed Asmila's hair and pulled her head. It was done because it felt very upset and irritated to the youngest child.

Asmila screamed and cried but did not fight just resignedly accept the treatment of her mother.

"MOTHER!!!!....Astagfirullah.sudah ma'am.su enough," Asmida was shocked and immediately broke his mother who looked so angry with her sister.

"Istighfar ma'am.istighfar.had not been carried away by emotions, Ms. Kusnadi was calm there. We are here do not fuss, later he will even be sad," said Asmida trying to make the atmosphere calm.

"Fuad is a good son-in-law, your sister has not been able to give children, but Fuad has always defended her. Now that her birth mother died because of your sister's negligence, you think Mida, what our family will be like in Fuad's eyes now" Jaka's mother expressed concern that Fuad would judge her family badly.

"According to Mida the hell Fuad won't think bad to all of us ma'am, he's a good person. Only Mila had to improve, lest Fuad think of parting with her," Asmida stroked her sister's back, still crying.

"Mila, you should start today to change, be a better wife and try to do what you once wanted," Asmida said trying to advise her sister.

That night Asmila was still sitting on the front porch chair of the house while staring at the flower pots and plants that were the result of the hands of her late father-in-law.

There is one plant that is said to be of high value and there have even been those who bid to buy it.

The plant leaves the tongue in-law name, out of nowhere the origin of the nickname of the plant is called so.

But at that time his father-in-law insisted not sell it even though people who want to buy give a quote at a high price.

Asmila stroked every pot of flowers and plants there, returning her tears flooding profusely on both her cheeks.

"Mila, come on in, it's already tonight," Fuad asked as he held his wife's shoulder.

"Mas, I have done evil to you, I have lost my life. I'm sincere if I think about divorcing me, my sin against Mom and Mas Fuad is too much" Asmila said, sobbing.

"Whoever wants a divorce, about the death of the mother is destiny, has been suratan from the Powerful. I don't blame you, because the way people live is determined" Fuad said as he sat in front of Asmila.

"If you don't mind what people say, maybe yesterday I made a mistake. I forgot to tell mom not to go to the bathroom".

"At that time there was a Mr. RT coming and talking, so I forgot to tell my mother not to go to the bathroom first," Fuad turned out to be guilty because he had neglected to convey his wife's message.

The two looked at her, then Asmila hugged her husband and buried her face into the chest of her husband's field.

Fuad returned his wife's embrace, and stroked her back.

She felt how Asmila was so devastated that she was haunted by guilt over her mother's death.

Fuad encouraged his wife not to get carried away by excessive emotions, and to always be sure that God governs the birth, life and death of a person.

"Maybe one day I'll die from drowning in the sea or river ya mas".

"Because of you, I will also drown in the sea because of my work in the middle of the sea".

"The time of death is an ideal, amit-amit mas".

"Loh, whose dreams drown first in whose sea?.

Already let's go to sleep, it's already tonight," Fuad said as he ruffled Asmila's hair.

Then the two quickly entered the house, and Fuad locked all the doors and windows.

"If I had been Fuad, I would have divorced Asmila, a selfless woman," one of the mothers gathered in Mushola village said.

As usual twice a week, became a routine agenda of the study group of mothers in the neighborhood where the Asmila and Fuad families live.

"Yes right, it's a good thing he's not my son-in-law. Amit-amit has a son-in-law like him".

"Fuad is too good, it is clear Asmila can not give offspring is still behind him. His mother died because of his wife as well".

"Indeed Asmila that since childhood has made problems, try to remember who did not release the goat Pak Haji Darto, the Asmila".

"Yes right, when it was a child still SD. And if it's not wrong then the pool catfish Pak Rahmat also the same Asmila".

"True, I remember indeed from the first child of Mother Jaka that one always makes trouble, not to mention until now he still makes trouble".

Jaka's mother overheard all those conversations by accident as she was about to enter

into the Musholla.

He sat behind the door of Musholla, sad and upset the feeling that was currently raging in his heart.

"Asmila, I swear I'm ashamed to have a child like you" Jaka's mother boasted in her heart.

"Eh..ssstttt..it looks like there is a new Jaka Mother coming..sssttt!!!".

All the mothers of the gibah group immediately fell silent when they saw the figure of Mother Jaka entering the door of Musholla.

Before long Ibu Ustadzah came, he apologized for arriving late because there happened to be guests from out of town.

Then all the mothers who had gathered in Musholla together read the holy verse and also heard the advice of Mother Ustadzah.

It is true that the task of Ustad or Ustadzah is to lead people to follow the path of God, only that man cannot one hundred percent hear and follow every advice.

Gibah is making people worse, or sirik to people has become a pleasure that is difficult to eliminate, especially for women.

Ibu Jaka during hearing the speech of Ibu Ustadzah none of his words entered the heart.

His ears seemed to be covered with anger, resentment and everything was raging in his heart.

The mouth is locked but the heart is turbulent, wanting to curse everyone in the room Musholla. He did not accept that his son became gossip material.

But behind all the words of the crowd, he also felt annoyed and furious overwhelmingly to his son.

It feels sorry to have Asmila's child, why God should give her a child like Asmila. Already since childhood always defiant, now even make trouble with the case of death in-laws.

"Tiyaaaaa, Abil wants to jajan dong, come on Tiya anyway," pinta Nabila his son Asmida was the biggest in the afternoon.

Tiya is an abbreviation of Aunti Mila, but the little boy is difficult to call it so that the spoken is Tiya and of course the call was used by Nabila to call his mother's sister.

"Hayuk, what do you want to do when?" ask Asmila to her little niece.

"If you want to go to the mini market, go for ice cream. Ride the motorbike Tiya well, while standing in front," the little boy made his request to Asmila.

Nabila immediately climbed on the motorbike and took a standing position while holding on to the handlebars of the motor.

"Where are you going ?" asmida asked when she saw her son standing on his motorcycle.

"Mother, if you want to snack on ice cream with Tiya," Nabila answered her mother's question.

"Yes Kak Mida, just now when I want ice cream, so I want to take it to the front mini market," Asmila also told Nabila's wishes to her brother.

"Yes, be careful well, Nabila snack only ice cream well. After that immediately go home," said Asmida mewanti-wanti.

Nabila chose chocolate ice cream, and the boy was so happy to eat the ice cream while sitting in front of the mini market.

After finishing the ice cream, the boy asked to go around first before going home.

When riding a motorcycle casually, suddenly there was a motorcycle from the back to go very fast.

The motorcycle was trying to overtake the motorcycle that was being driven by Asmila, but from the opposite direction there was a car that was also speeding.

The motorcycle tried to avoid the car, so it nudged Asmila motorcycle.

No doubt, Asmila lost her balance so that the motorcycle she was riding fell.

Unfortunately Nabila was thrown to the side of the road rolled and his body was of course injured.

Asmila who both fell with her left leg squeezed by the motor, immediately tried to free her leg. Fortunately, the people around him immediately helped him, while the motorcycle that nudged him immediately fled without caring about Asmila's condition.

After Asmila's legs were free, while enduring pain and limping she immediately approached her crying niece screamed.

His legs, hands and part of his face were injured and his blood splattered.

Asmila immediately called her sister," Sister Mida, please we fall on the street near the market. Nabila was seriously injured".

Of course Asmida panicked and immediately ran to the front street looking for her husband.

Hastomo her husband Asmida is a seller of rice pecel catfish, fried chicken and the like who usually hang out on the side of the road near the end of the residential street.

That afternoon Hastomo was preparing his sale, because as usual he was selling from late afternoon until midnight.

"Mas Tomo!!!!".

Of course Hastomo was surprised to see his wife running while shouting her name.

"Mas...Nabila, mas Nabila".

"What's wrong? why Nabila?" hastomo asked when he saw his wife panicking.

"When it fell off Asmila's bike, they were now near the market" Asmida replied in tears.

"Astagfirullah, hurry there," without a second thought Hastomo immediately grabbed his motorcycle and hugged his wife looking for his son and sister-in-law.

Hastomo speeding, his heart and mind erratic, of course the condition of his son who became his mind.

Before long he saw a crowd, and soon Hastomo headed towards the crowd.

Asmida immediately jumped from the back seat and immediately scattered to see the condition of her son.

"Yesoooo!!!! Maitehoo!!!".

Asmida immediately hugged her son, Hastomo also immediately approached her son after parking his motorcycle.

"Come, we go to PUSKESMAS" said Hastomo as he immediately held his son who was still crying in pain due to the wounds on his body.

Asmida hugged her son while sitting in the back seat of the motorbike, then Hastomo immediately took his son to the nearest PUSKEMAS.

Asmila thanked the people around her who had helped her, after which she went on a motorcycle ride following her brother to PUSKESMAS.

"Where is it, Ardan is crying" Jaka was holding Ardan his baby grandson Asmida's second child.

"God, why does Ardan cry? where's Mida?"ask Ms. Jaka when she just arrived home after studying.

"It was just that I heard Ardan crying, so I looked into Mida's room. And this child is alone, I don't know where Mida is," said Mr. Jaka who was confused as well because his grandson kept crying looking for his mother.

Jaka's mother tried to calm the grandson, invite him to see toys or give him food.

But indeed the eighteen-month-old baby continued to cry even though his grandmother had tried to distract the little boy.

Before long Hastomo came, and on the back of his motorcycle it seemed Asmida was holding Nabila.

"Where are you from Mida, this is your son crying," Mother Jaka just asked when the child and daughter-in-law arrived.

But Asmida had not yet answered, Ibu Jaka was surprised to see Nabila whose face and body were full of wounds.

"So afternoon Nabila went with Mila on the bike, they went to the mini market. Then Nabila went home to take a walk first. Not to mention that they were accidentally hit by another speeding motorbike" Hastomo calmly explained to his two-in-laws.

"Waduh Asmila well, it's true that he's carrying shit. Watch out let me piss him off!!!" Ibu Jaka just like burning fire wanted to hit Asmila.

"It's mom, already, Asmila also injured her leg. Earlier who had paid for Nabila's treatment also he really. Let Mila in her house rest," Hastomo tried to calm her in-laws.

"Tomo, you know what, obviously he's been causing trouble all along".

"Yes, Tomo understands mom, but he has. It's late, Nabila is still in pain. It seems like she'd be happy to be accompanied by her grandmother".

Jaka's mother let out a sigh of annoyance, but it was also true what Hastomo said, her grandson was currently seen still crying. While Asmida also bothered with Ardan her second child.

Then Ibu Jaka immediately went to accompany Nabila, because Asmida also seemed to bother with her second child.

"Then what now?" fuad asked when his wife called him to tell him that he had just fallen off the bike because he was on another bike.

"When we were at home, we immediately took it to PUSKESMAS. Now that I'm home, later after taking a bath I'll be across," Asmila replied as she grimaced with the pain of the wound on her neck.

"Yes, I'll call Tomo to apologize, and you will also after bathing immediately treat the wound again" Fuad said at the end of the conversation with his wife.

After bathing and treating the wound on her left leg, Asmila immediately locked the door of the house and crossed the road leading to her parents' house.

His mind was fixed on his severely injured nephew, he also felt extremely guilty for not being able to hold his nephew to the point of being knocked over.

Just as his foot was on the front door of his parents' house, a second later painful words came out of his mother's mouth.

"You are not satisfied with killing your own in-laws, now you want to sacrifice your nephew too" Mother Jaka said as her right hand flew to Asmila's cheek.

"Mom, that's enough. Already, already, what do you want to come here Mila. It's home, Nabila's asleep. There you go home do not make your mother more angry," Mr. Jaka immediately stopped his wife's anger by driving Mila profit back to her husband's house.

Without saying anything Asmila immediately left her parents' house, her cheeks felt hot because her mother's hand had landed hard there.

But pain in the cheeks can not beat the pain in the heart. Clearly his heart felt like it was being sliced into sharp pain because his birth mother was getting more and more hateful.

"Fuad is sorry that Asmila made trouble yesterday" Fuad told his parents-in-law and two sisters-in-law.

"The name is also a disaster, after all Asmila was accidentally nudged by another motorbike speeding," said Hastomo who was always calm.

"The problem is not the problem is not unpleasant, but the Mila was always making trouble. I'm upset with her," Mother Jaka interjected fieryly.

"Mom, how is Asmila our son. Don't be too hard on her. Yesterday's incident was a disaster, after all Hastomo and Asmida did not bother at all," Mr. Jaka tried to resuscitate his wife.

"Yes right, he's our son. But try to remember, from childhood he always makes trouble. Even famous she is a girl but always makes a troublemaker. Either release the goats of people, break the aquarium in people's homes, even in the past Mr. Kusnadi was still there. That's his pet chicken off all. You remember that, too, don't you, son of Fuad?" Ibu Jaka continued to talk about Asmila.

Fuad of course remembers, as a child he had to chase his father's pet chicken which was detached all from the coop.

At that time Asmila was running to avoid her mother's broom, as usual she always hid behind Pak Kusnadi's chicken coop.

Somehow, Asmila suddenly knocked down the chicken coop so that all the loose chickens scattered.

Apparently he tried to climb up the tree by climbing the roof of the chicken coop, but maybe the roof wood of the cage was rotted so that his feet fell into the cage. While trying to take off his legs, his chicken coop rolled over and collapsed in disarray.

But little Asmila was in charge, she helped Fuad chase chickens one by one and put them into temporary confinement.

"Really I'm tired of seeing him, there's always a problem with him. Until your mother had to die from Asmila's terrible deeds" Jaka's mother continued her frustration with Asmila.

"Mom, my mother's house is calm there. He died that way probably already destiny. I personally might also have taken part in yesterday's incident, because I forgot to deliver Mila's message so that Mom doesn't go to the bathroom first" Fuad wisely explained to her mother-in-law.

"Son Fuad has always been good, always defending him. But in fact, he was always a problem. There's just some wrong business with him".

Jaka's mother let out a long sigh, then loudly she said, "I'm sorry to have her child, I think that if one day Asmila dies first it will be better. I'm not gonna see him anymore".

"Mom...Astagfirullah.eling mom, call. Mother had gone overboard, "Jaka was aghast when he heard his wife say so.

Not just Jaka, but everyone in the room. Fuad, Hastomo and Asmida who had not been involved since they were busy feeding their two children.

Apparently Jaka's mother forgot that a mother's speech was a prayer, abstaining from a mother saying something to her child.

No matter how bad the behavior of a child should be prayed by his mother so that later it can change, not be sworn like that.

Fuad deeply regretted his in-laws, but there was no way he could say anything.

Mother Jaka nature is famous for being emotional, sometimes like to do or say things that are beyond reason.

"Prophey well Fuad, you understand not how the nature of our in-laws," said Hastomo while patting Fuad on the shoulder when going to Fuad will say goodbye.

Fuad just smiled while nodding his head, then went home.