So what is the meaning of marriage? Is He like a leaf that is stuck by a branch when walking down a river? Which whenever can escape when the flow of water is swift. If so then It's as understood me, papa, and Fira. Or the marriage is like a mama version, which is only once in a lifetime.
I saw my son in the dressing room, wearing a white kebaya dress, combined with matching brown batik-colored subordinates. Her hair is bun, enlivened with beautiful sparkling beads. "You are beautiful my son" I said inwardly. I stroked his shoulders, giving him the confidence that things would go smoothly. This I did because he looked a little nervous, though he had done it before.
"Mom, the groom is here" said Bi Iyem my maid. He has worked for me for 20 years. Formerly Bi Iyem was brought to my parents' house in west jakarta when I was 10 years old. At that time, Bi Iyem was 17 years old. He was taken by a former housekeeper Bi Inah who seems to be retiring soon. Although as a maid, I am familiar with Bi Iyem. He is my friend playing when mom and dad are busy working. My father works as a lecturer, often returning home late. While my mother had to enter the routine every day from 7 am to 3 pm as a nurse. As a result I'm alone.

Every morning, Bi Iyem who escorted and picked me up when leaving and went home from school. Since childhood, I have been accustomed to such circumstances, but lately my sleep has often been disrupted by the bickering between mama and papa. They quarrel, blame each other for their child's only time. There is no agreement, they are both stubborn to keep working. But that was not new to me, because a few minutes later they would apologize and make up. That's what I love from mom and dad. They are at peace.
Ever since that great argument that night, they made a schedule for breakfast together and escorted me to school. Mom and Dad are willing to be late to the office to pay attention to me. I am quite happy with their efforts, it makes me eager to live my childhood life.
"Come on Anna" Robert's voice was heard from the gap of the dressing room that opened slightly. He with a brown jaz, and a neat hair comb look amazing. I nodded to her, standing up to hold my favorite daughter Fira. "Today, it will be the most beautiful day for you dear" I whispered to him. She smiled thinly, took a deep breath and nodded at me as she was ready.
My son Fira walks majestically with me into the reception hall, where the man has been sitting gallantly. I helped Fira sit next to the man who conquered her.
"I married, my daughter named Fira Robertania bint Robert with brother Anton Sanjaya, with gold dowry 100 grams and a set of prayer tools paid in cash. Said Robert with his fluency. Although he is not an Indonesian citizen, he is quite fluent in pronouncing Indonesian words.
"I received his marriage, Fira Robert Robert bint Robert with the dowry, paid in cash" said Anton
"Sah?" The prince asked me and other witnesses. "Sah .. .." we replied in unison.
It was an important day in my son's twisty life. He was raised by parents like me who do not know how to care for children. I am often sad and ashamed of myself for not being able to make her happy like a mother.
I was 15 years old, when in the end my mother decided to leave. He could not stand to fight every day with Dad. Especially lately Papa began to play hands. I'm 15, and I think that they do not fit anymore. My father and mother immediately took care of the divorce papers, to then be ratified in the West Jakarta Religious Court.
Custody turned out to fall to Dad. A few months later, Papa brought his future new wife. His name is Sonya. Tall women, white, and big smile, it turned out to be the person who chased Papa while studying in Bandung. Eventually he married the man he loved. Papa may be happy, but I know mama has to suffer for it. Tante Sonya is kind and friendly to me. She and her daughter named susi now become my new family.
Mama. One morning I saw him sitting alone by the grandpa's grandfather's pool. I visited and stayed here two days ago. He was holding the orange juice in the hands of takim looking at the ripples of the pond water. Maybe he was daydreaming about something, but it did not seem like something sad. It was visible from her tranquil face with a sadness.
"Hi ma" I greeted him. He was rather surprised because it was daydreaming.
"Hi. It's up. "He waved to me. Interesting me to be close to him. We paused, exchanging feelings through a silent touch.
"Do not you want to get married again?" I say after a few minutes of silence.
"No!" Mom shook her head. "For mama, married is just a boy, and Nia is my only mother's child." I smiled at Mom's embrace, She stroked my head.
"Ma, I want to go a long way."
"Where?"
"To where the mama and papa will miss me because I can not see me" Mom's forehead creased
"I got a high school scholarship to Holland ma."
"Really?" Mama's face looks sumringah.
"When do you leave?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"Do you know?"
I nodded. Mama sighs. Again he hugged me, kissed my forehead several times proudly.
My daughter and Anton finally married. She finally left me, to her husband's house for the second time. Second husband? So true. Anton is Fira's second husband. Six years ago, my son was still the wife of a ship captain named Rudy. They met at the cafeteria on the way to Lombok. Fira recalled, then he was acquainted with Rudy by accident. Rudy is engrossed in talking to his friend, accidentally hit me carrying food on the tray. As a result, my food is scattered. He apologized, and to avenge his guilt, he treated me. We ate one table, and got to know more. He is a fun person "my son said with a smile-smile remembered the incident. It seems that Rudy is also interested in him. The proof, Rudy asked for his handponenya number, so he can contact him back.
Rudy's relationship with my son was beyond expectations, it turned out to be serious. Rudy is a real man. Exactly the second year of their relationship, Rudy finally proposes to Fira. Fira knows very well, the consequences of marrying the palaut. But because he also loves Rudy, then finally they get married.
I'm standing in the airport lounge. While waiting for the departure schedule of the plane, I read my favorite novel. In that place, I was accompanied by mom and mama sonya who chatted on their own. initially they are a bit stiff to meet, but because both are equally easy to get along, eventually quickly familiar too. There was also my stepfather and sister who had just gone to buy a drink.
"My granddaughter .." I lowered my book, it was grandmother's voice. From the airport gate, he followed his grandfather and a maid. Grandma hugged me. "Andin, you're here too," my grandfather told Mom.
"Yes, Pa," said Mother. Grandparents who come here are parents of the father.
"Did you know Sonya?" Grandma replied
"Well ma, he's a good man." Mom answered. I saw tears in her eyes. She smiled, but the corners of her eyes were wrinkled with a sign that was hiding something behind her smile.
"Papa, mama" Papa from with my stepbrother coming from the airport aisle.
"When are you coming here?"
"Just now, oh this is Susie. Hi Susi ... "greet grandpa to my stepbrother.
"Hi kek" He is seen hiding behind the body papa.
And so on, we are a big family, because although we do not necessarily break up the family bond. This may be fate, so our family becomes as busy as it is today.
Rudy immediately took two months off, after his application finally accepted by my son. They married in Lombok, where they first met. I'm happy to see my son. When the reception was very nervous, even almost slipped when walking. Maybe he worried about his marriage will be canceled, because his father is not good at speaking Indonesian.
"I am eee, marriage of my daughter, eee ... named Fira Robertania, with eee ... dow car mercedes benz and a prayer tool is paid ... Cash." Robert succeeds though with a lousy effort.
"I accept marriage Fira Robert Tania Binti Robert with dowry is paid cash"
I shed tears when the prince and some witnesses said legitimately to my son's marriage. Cheers of joy color our family. Robert and I decided to spend a few months living with Fira and her husband in Jakarta, before leaving for the Netherlands. Actually I can not bear to leave my son alone in Jakarta, considering Rudy will often leave it. But I had to do it because of Robert's job demands in Holland there.
Robert is my first love. I met him during a joint occa at the University of Leiden in the Netherlands. High school there, it was easier for me to get a seat at the famous University. But our position is different. I was a very innocent maba back then, whereas he was a sister of a preacher who was practically an immortal student there.
"What's your name?" He said with a typical Dutch accent
"I am Nia" I replied
"I ask your name, not your called name" robert said with a high note
"Tania Tiara"
"I think, I should give you punishment"
"What? what my false? "
"This is your False, You are protest"
That's what he was then, without anything wrong I was often punished. Strangely enough I was treated that way. My other friends do not. I'm getting more and more annoyed with Robert. But because of the punishments from him, we get together so much, especially when he comes home he escorts me though with a sullen face. So in this case, the law of Java that is Tresno Jalaran Saka Kulino (love comes from the habit) also apply.
Sure enough, a few weeks later Robert asked me to go out. I did not reject it, because I thought I could have some advantage when going out with him. First I will be protected on campus, secondly I can ojek free.
Destiny may be as beautiful as my encounter with robert, also my son's meeting with her husband Rudy. The marriage of my son and Rudy went smoothly. Both mutually guard each other's feelings. Fira also understands her husband's work, so she understands if her husband often leaves her.
Three years of marriage, Fira finally got pregnant. How happy their families are. When I got the news, I immediately booked a return ticket to Indonesia. I will accompany my child in the process of her pregnancy. I came alone, because robert was busy with his work in Holland.
I always accompany my son, he should get attention. I also see her husband is very concerned with her, every afternoon if there is a signal, he always called. Asked my son and his baby to color his life. I seemed to see the happiness that emanated from my son's eyes. Congratulations, you will be a Mother, I thought.
Seeing my pregnant daughter, I imagine my past when in the same position. At that time, Robert was also not at home. Yes to attend a big meeting in Zurich. I feel lonely, my father and my mother can only pray over the phone because busy with their work. At that time I heard that Mama Sonya had her first child with Dad. I may be happy to hear that if you do not get word that mama sick mag and must be rushed to the hospital. I'm sorry ma, I can not see you. The baby is about to be born.
A week before Fira was born, Robert finally came home too. He came from the door and immediately kissed my stomach. Geli was great.
A week later the baby was born. After a long debate, we agreed to name him Fira Robertania. Fira Robertania, my most beautiful child with a white leather contoured Indo-Dutch dust. Her beautiful blue eyes inspire everyone to live the spirit of life. Fira Robertania, my first child who is currently lying on a cushion on my thigh.
"Said your baby doctor will be born in these weeks. when will Rudy be home? "
"Next week ma. That too is not necessarily "replied my son. I'm happy to see that it does not matter if her husband has not been able to accompany her right now. She's really grown up. "I do not mind if Rudy's mas go home anytime. As long as he survived "he said as he played the tip of his hair with his fingers.
"Kring-kring ..." the phone voice rang. I looked at each other with my son. "Hello, here we are from the SAR team" someone said on the other end of the line. I looked at the fira first. he nodded to allow me to answer.
"Hello"
"Is this true Rudy Hartawan's family?"
"Yes"
"We informed that the Jayabaya 107 vessels were submerged in the Chinese strait. Most likely most of the survivors did not survive, including Rudy's captain. "I removed the receiver from my grasp, grabbed the edge of the table to refute my weakness losing strength. My son still does not know yet, his face still beaming his belly. What is this? the fate of fate grabbed the happiness of my son who stayed waiting for the birth of the baby. I fell down, my head dizzy and finally unconscious.
"What are you doing Robert?"
"This is not like you see anna, listen to my explanation first" He held my hand. But I immediately took it off, ran away. He betrayed our sacred wedding vows. I had no idea, our beautiful marriage must be destroyed by the lust of the beast.
Back then, I was on vacation to Amsterdam for three days. but just a day, I decided to go home because something was missing. I was not with Robert because he said he was busy working. However I was shocked when I got home, the door was unlocked. I went in, and found the Caucasian kissing a woman. I was angry, slapped her and threw her out. I'm angry with Robert.
Since then I have avoided Robert. I also immediately bought a ticket to Indonesia, I want to go home, coincidentally I also have to accompany my daughter who is pregnant. I want to forget about this incident, hoping the fate of my household with robert can still be saved, if my mind is calm and do not make a reckless decision.
"Anna, wake up." I opened my eyes. It looked blurry, but I knew it was Robert's voice.
"What are you doing here?" I asked roughly. I immediately remembered the bad thing when I saw it.
"Our son is bleeding anna, we must accompany him." I immediately brushed off Robert's hand, and ran to the door. "Where is Fira?"
"Hospital, come on" robert precedes me. In the car we were silent, the roar of Rudy's gazelle slashed through the streets of the capital. If my feelings are not mixed, maybe I will enjoy the beautiful scenery of the capital city, at night.
"Are you still mad at me Anna?" Robert asked. I just kept quiet, to me he should have understood how angry I was. "You will not answer? Come on Anna. You may be angry with me, but do not be silent like this, I can not stand it. I'm sorry. "Robert complained, teary.
"Are you still mad at me Anna?" Robert asked. I just kept quiet, to me he should have understood how angry I was. "You will not answer? Come on Anna. You may be angry with me, but do not be silent like this, I can not stand it. I'm sorry. "Robert complained, teary.
"Shut up robert, we can take care of him later." I replied. He was silent, tears of tears fell from the tall man.
We were late, until there the doctor declared that the baby Fira miscarried because of the severe shock experienced by his mother. "Her mother had a great bleeding, and the baby died," the doctor said. I sat drooping in the waiting chair. Fira would have known, the news broke the ship that dinahkodai her husband.
Fira critical nearly two weeks more. I thought he would never wake up, until the third week he managed to open his eyes. The following days he was getting better. But his gaze was blank. He does not want to talk to anyone anymore. On the sidelines of his reverie, occasionally he wept screaming. Oh what trials is this? my son is crazy? I bemoaned my fate in my heart, tried to stay firm and take care of my Firesthat He quickly recovered. Hopefully.
One or two months, Fira's health has been heavily recovered, but not mentally. I think it took him years. Just imagine, he lost two people he loved in one night. The night is cruel, He is very grateful to take away the happiness of my beloved daughter.
Sixth year, Fira finally managed to recover completely. There may still be debris of sadness that seems permanent in his heart, but I think He is willing to open his heart to a new happiness.
Sure enough, was a young businessman named Anton Sanjaya who proposed to him. He was Fira's best friend in high school. I hope Anton can close the child's hole just like me. Indo-Dutch sterilizing child who is overwhelmed with grief.
No matter how beautiful it is, marriage will not guarantee it can last forever. There are destinies that change the way they want. I have witnessed five weddings. My dad's two marriages, my marriage to robert, the marriage of fira to rudy, the marriage of the fir with anton, and the last of my marriages to Aldi.
Who is Aldi? The mature man proposes to me after Fira's marriage with Anton. He bravely invited me to meet in the park of the capital and propose to me there. He is my friend Sdku. Has he loved me for a long time? I do not know, the important thing he started to approach me when I officially divorced with robert 2 years ago before the marriage of Fira with Anton. And a few months later we got married, and became the fifth marriage of my life. Sad indeed, the marriage that swore alive semedi, it must change direction in the middle of the road. Either this is the fate of destiny, or indeed our mistake can not keep a marriage. Maybe it's just my mom here who's only once married for the rest of her life.
So what is the meaning of marriage? Is He like a leaf that is stuck by a branch when walking down a river? Which whenever can escape when the flow of water is swift. That's just what I, Dad, and Fira understood. Or the marriage is like a mama version, which is only once in a lifetime.