The story you read in this paper are real, not fictitious. However, for the sake of protecting the speakers of this story (the victim) the name, place / location of real events that we deliberately samarkan. Hopefully from this story, we can all take a lesson.
Rumors had long sounded in my ears. Mas Eki (say so) beloved husband of people rumored to have married again with another woman. Whereas before, not the slightest thought occurred to me that not-not against him. Mas Eki because I believe so far never tried to hurt me in any form.
Belief in Mas Eki unchanged. Until one day by accident, I witnessed at first sight, not at all I believe. As if a dream, I witnessed with my own eyes Mas Eki with another woman was holding tenderly in a renowned college in my town. But strangely when I approached them, my husband calm. Precisely the opposite attitude demonstrated by the woman who obviously looks uncomfortable.
Painful incident does not suddenly make me emotional. Despite the disappointment and heartache piling up, I try to calm down and look for the right time to talk with my husband. In the midst heart, I try to be kind would have thought that what my husband might be leaving from the desire to avoid fornication. Could be.
Finally the time had come. I remember once, when it fell in August 1982. After Isha prayers, I approached my husband who was sitting relaxed. By strengthening the heart, I asked him quietly and calmly, "Daddy, is it true my father married again?" For a moment he looked surprised to hear my question which is impossible for him to come so suddenly. After a silence for a moment, my husband quietly replied: "Yes, I was already married siri with other women," he said crisply.
For the sake of the answer is very quiet, my heart is sliced like a knife. How could I not, my husband who had been there for me seem loyal, have the heart to hurt me without feeling guilty? But I never show my sadness and pain in front of him. I think I have to toughen up. Because of that encouragement, I try to apply "calm", although to be honest this feels broken heart broken-muffled. Rather than get angry, instead I immediately thrust my hand to him to congratulate the "courage" of his choosing polygamy. I later learned, everything I do is a pretense which was torturing myself.
As a form of taste "ikhlasku" to dimadu, two days later, I asked my Mas Eki to arrange a meeting with his young wife. After weighing, chosen a small hotel in my town to hold a meeting the three of us.
Frankly, I'm very "excited" to see my husband's second wife. Although it break out, I wanted to create a sense within her to understand my existence with three children who still need my husband's attention. That's why, when I met my husband's second wife, I ask you a few terms that I was willing in honey as long as the young wife of my husband want to follow my rules. In short, the meeting went without a problem. I accept it as my honey and he also agreed otherwise obey what my rules. But the next day my husband young wife began not obedient to the agreement made.
Since my husband married again, I tried to forget my misery with spilling more attention to children and concentrate on aktivitasku as a teacher at a private high school. I educate my children with the values of openness. Any small problems that befall our family, they had the right to know. Even until the economic conditions though. I hope they will not repeat the mistakes that have been my husband and I are doing.
Aktivitasku increasingly crowded, I decided to engage more seriously in social activities in an Islamic women's organizations and occasionally also in the activities of political parties. In 1994, I followed an event titled strengthening women's rights in Islam which is held by a social institution. Ironically, I along with involvement in activities that promote women's rights, painful events reoccur. My husband got married for the third time. This heart feels pain. Let alone trials that happen to me?
As a woman activist, I'm really sorry can not do anything with unfair behavior Mas Eki me that. I always pray, may Mas Eki find consciousness back as a husband and good father for our family.
On a day Mas Eki home from teaching at a school activity. Not as usual, the morning he came, carrying a 3-month-old baby girl. I too have thought that the baby was the result of his marriage to third wife. When I pressed, it turns out I was right. The third wife gave my husband asked for a divorce and child, because my husband did not want to marry officially. For the umpteenth time I understand my husband's condition and decided to take care of that little baby. Alhamdulillah, the baby was now grown up and sat on the bench a junior high school.
August 2002 is the days are very hard for my husband. From the child of my husband's marriage with his second wife, I got word Mas Eki stroke. Without much thought, I'm with the kids instantly see and take it home to my own home. At first he was at home his second wife. Thanks to the help of God Almighty, after several days of rest, my husband gradually recovered and even returned to teaching.
Sad incident happened to my husband's continued streak. January 2004, he was expelled by his second wife. The reason is not reasonable, which according to him at the time of Mas Eki sick more often in my house, and he so rarely gets automatic spending money. Mas Eki straight home to my house carrying two bags containing clothes crackle. He stated to me that he was divorcing second wife.
Now I was the only wife of Mas Eki that from the start and last until the end, God willing. For me the world is sometimes strange. Once, when my husband's fresh-fit, he was so heart to hurt me by making polygamy to 2 times. I even become victims of psychological and economic violence in my household alone. Now when he was hit by a stroke back, actually I was the only woman who remained loyal and care about him. I do not know, is it because I already love my husband that I "resigned" just as he hurt me? I certainly feel, not only by my husband, I've been wronged, but by any other nation I had ever felt hurt
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