"Mom will go to work, Honey. Come on play with Grandma."
The sun beamed over the play ground. The singing birds had a concert on banana tree. Beautiful morning. Five luxurious houses stood in line. Four couples living there. One house belonged to Mrs Jalie. Her husband had passed away, so she lived alone in her luxurious house. Her grandson and granddaughter who hadn't go to school accompany her in the morning. She had eight grandchildren: Andi, Rian, Firman was at fifth grade of elementary school. The others were still too young to go to school. They usually slept with her, sometimes had breakfast or lunch with her.
It's a small village in remote area. Most people were uneducated. They made a living by farming. Mrs Jalie's family was very different. They were very rich, very successful. Her daughters and her sons in law work in downtown. They went to work in the morning, wearing shoes with very neat dress and backed home in the afternoon. They were not like farmers who walked to their land without any shoes or sandals.
However, all people in that village loved them so much. They were very kind, so cared for their neighbor. They were so generous. Mrs Jalie's first son in law became religious leader in the village. It made people more respect him.
Rahma was Mrs Jalie's neighbor. She had tree grandsons who studied at the same school as Mrs Jalie's grandsons. She came over. Mrs Jalie accompanied her grandsons in front of his daughter's house. She welcomed her and asked her to get in, but she refused. "Here is okay." She didn't insist her. "I am very sorry, so sorry, I can't return the money this week."
Mrs Jalie smiled at her, "It's okay. Don't worry about it."
She borrowed the money last year and had four times said sorry. It was only $ 15, just a penny for Mrs Jalie, but for Rahma was a huge amount.
Rahma was not the only neighbor who borrowed money to Mrs Jalie. Some of them never returned the money for years. She never cared for it whether they intended not to return the money or forgot it. When one of them returned the money, Mrs Jalie used to ask them whether they still need the money, they might use it again.
It was so still. The wind blew fast. As though all neighbors had been enjoying the night in their bed. Ilma's son was hungry. He got up and asked for food. He was three years old. Ilma found no food in her kitchen. It was too late to cook. She tried to asked for her mom, Mrs Jalie. She came to her house and knocked the back door. She used to respond quickly, but now she didn't. But, Ilma insisted. "Where are you?!" she murmured.
"Wait...!! A moment," finally Mrs Jalie responded.
The door opened, but without any light. Mrs Jalie didn't switch on the lamp. Ilma didn't care about it, she went to her mom's kitchen as usual. Suddenly she heard someone coughing. It shocked her, "A man?" she stopped at the kitchen door and turned away. At the same time a man ran away through the door. "Thief, thief, thief...!!!"
Many people got up and ran out of their houses, Mrs Jalie's sons in law as well. The man was captured and beaten. "I am not a thief, I am not a thief...!!" But they kept beating him. Finally one of them recognized him. He stopped them.
"Fian? Is that you?"
He was a good young man. He was the son of Mr Darmono, a successful farmer in the village. He was a student of Uclasc University.
"Where are you from? What are you doing out there?"
Some people were sorry had captured a wrong guy. They ran fast to find the true thief. Fian was taken home. His parents were very shocked. "Tell people. No need to search the thief. It was me, but I was not stealing," said Fian. Everybody was confused and leaving him with his father, his mother, and his uncle.
The issue got easily widespread when the morning came. Fian family members were wondering what Fian had done. They didn’t believe what Fian had done. “What were you doing there?” asked Fian’s uncle.
He bent down his head. His mother was crying. It was embarrassing. Fian had no word to say anything. As though, he had done something stupid. He was so confused. He knew that all of his family members would feel embarrass, but he should tell them the fact. It was legal.
“We have got married.”
“Married?!” his mother asked clarification.
“Yeah. I had married Mrs Jalie.”
His mother was sobbing. It was not what she expected. There would be any mothers who want his son to marry an old lady.
His father was very angry. But he could do nothing. His uncle calmed him down. It was unbelievable, but it had happened. It was a flaw of both two big families. The marriage was legal, but it was uncommon. People thought it was weird. Many laughed hearing it.
Both held a meeting at Mrs Julia’s house. Mr Rodoto, a senior religious teacher, also came. He was the teacher of all people of the village. All people respected him. “Destiny,” he said after all were silent for certain moment. All bent down their head. “We would never know what God wants for us, but we should believe that whatever He did were the best.” It was still hard for Fian parents and Mrs Julia’s daughters and sons in law to accept. “God created us. God created the love. We couldn’t.”