Chapter 2 The damn woman

Oh my God. It was genuine. Namira was not dreaming. Again. For the third time, she was officially a widow. Early in the morning, her father-in-law's house was visited by mourners. Even Namira's family was there. Witnessing for herself how the woman stared sadly at the corpse that had just been shrouded. “Be sincere, Nam. Be patient,” whispered her mother, who stood by her side. Namira was silent. Did not respond to the sentence just now. Her heart was still broken lamenting the fate that felt so outrageous. Sincere? Namira was tired of the words she heard. Even the late Amir had said it. What did she get? Nothing. Namira growled inwardly. Cursing the trials that came one after another endlessly. At a time when she had readily accepted fate, why did God disturb her happiness again? “Poor Namira. Already a widow three times.” “Yes,” said another. “Uh uh. Have you ever heard the term bahu lawean baseball? Maybe this is what happened to her. No matter how many times she marries, her husband will die. How scary!” “Don't be so crazy. Namira's first husband is still alive. It's just Namira's bad luck.” The mourners gossiping in the backyard were very harsh. They had no idea that Namira had overheard the conversation. Sad. She wanted to calm down, but instead, her ears caught all the bad accusations aimed at her. Was it true that she was a bad-luck woman? All Namira knew was that the purpose of the praying was to ease the grief of the family left behind by the deceased. So, why did the opposite happen? Instead of getting peace of mind, she received a lot of gossip from the mourners. Let's see. Even her in-laws have started whispering. Now all eyes seemed to be stealing glances at the ill-fated woman. “Nam, you don't have to go with us to the cemetery. Just stay here,” said her mother-in-law. Namira, who had just emerged from outside, nodded obediently. Then she hurried to her room. The sense of loss gnawed at her heart even more when she saw the sweet memories she and her late husband had yet to share. “Nam.” “What, Mom?” muttered Namira after casting a glance around the room. “What else can I say, hem? Patience? Sincerity? I've had it. What's the truth now? I haven't even spent one night as Amir's wife and I'm already gone. What did I do wrong?” Her mother lost her voice when she heard the outburst of anger that had just been unleashed. The middle-aged woman shook her head as she sobbed too. She knew all too well how painful it was to live the destiny that God had outlined. Namira began to wail. Voicing the contents of her heart that only God and her mother could now hear. Really if she could choose she wanted to catch up with Amir right now. It wasn't until late afternoon that the room was quiet again. Leaving only the sound of quiet moaning due to the body's weakened condition. Namira lay weakly on the bed with her eyes closed. *** “It's a good thing I got divorced from him. If not, I would have gone to the grave like her husband yesterday.” That voice. Namira knew very well who said that just now. Suddenly, she turned around to check the situation. “Who, Nam?” her mother-in-law asked later. “I'm her ex-husband, Madam.” It was the tan-skinned, handsome-faced man who answered. He grinned as he came face to face with Namira who was already glaring. “Come on, Mom. Let's get out of here,” said Namira, who had grabbed her mother-in-law's arm. “Why, Nam? You're afraid your rottenness will be exposed, aren't you?” quipped the man. “Damn woman!” Namira's blood boiled at the outburst. She immediately threw the man with the water bottle she was holding. “Watch your mouth!” screamed Namira loudly. “Don't reverse the facts. You're the one who's rotten and unreliable. You still dare to bother me, huh?” “Nam, be patient,” admonished her mother-in-law gently. Especially now that they had become an impromptu spectacle to the people passing around the market. However, Namira's patience was wearing thin. Especially when facing her ex-husband who was good at speaking his mind. Her barbaric spirit could no longer be contained. “You saw it yourself, right? This is his true nature.” The man smiled slyly. “Heh!” Namira took one step forward with a finger that started pointing. “Do you think I'm afraid of you?” “Namira Namira. Tsk.” The other person chuckled softly while shaking her head. “You do suck. Look at me now! I have two children. Mine can stand because of my smart wife. Not like you who -” “SHUT UP!” Namira was about to throw up her hands. However, her mother-in-law's strong grip made her quickly realize herself. As a result, she could only sigh in resignation as she watched her ex-husband leave with a triumphant smile. “What you did earlier was bad, Nam. Everyone must be talking about our family.” Namira looked down sadly while squeezing the ends of the veil she wore. Holding back the annoyance and guilt that came at the same time. “Sorry, Mom. I let it go.” “It's because you're resisting that he's getting excited,” her mother-in-law said again. “But ... if not then Putra feels he has the upper hand, Mi,” Namira said trying to defend herself. “My friend is right. Amir is better off not marrying Namira. Even if you are so naughty, it won't change.” “Farah,” scolded her mama. “Never mind, Mom. It's better to tell Namira to get out of this house,” said her sister-in-law. “What's the point of staying here? She's not even pregnant. Why would we keep her?” That sentence was true. Unfortunately, Namira had just realized the harsh reality. She got up and walked half-run up the stairs. She was ignoring the calls from her in-laws. Even after dinner, her sister-in-law was still saying the same thing. “Isn't it?” The middle-aged man who was her father-in-law also confirmed. “Yes, it is. So what are you waiting for?”