Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
The Midnight News
Can't wait a second longer. I stepped out of the cab, ignoring the change from the driver.
“For bonus, Sir!” I then stared at the hospital building not far from the arterial road.
I'm sure Dhika's fine, I'm sure.
My steps rushed through the hospital yard with an unwelcome mind to hold the panic under the thick of a quiet and cool night.
I bit my lower lip and clasped my trembling hand behind my jacket pocket. My breath was barely squeaky.
An hour ago I found a phone call from someone on behalf of a Dhika mas helper who was in an accident. His name is Andi.
“Assalamaicum. Is this right said Risha, the boyfriend of the driver of the black Brio car with ID card on behalf of Dhika Wahyudin?
I solemnly assented with a raucous sound of sleep.
“Sorry but who is this?” I was surprised to get rid of the blanket.
Why would anyone else contact me with a cell phone dhika mas, even though I never dared to tease his phone if it was not important - very important.
“Sorry Ma'am, I am heartily delivering the sad news that Mbak's girlfriend had a single accident on Daendels road, the south coast of Java.” he said in a hurry with a panic tone.
At first glance I heard ambulance sirens and the noise I had difficulty digesting before the phone call ended without any definite clarity.
At first I thought it was just a joke to attract my attention or the language of mengeprank. But it was not a prank at all let alone attract attention. Mas Dhika was really an accident, his car ringsek on the front hit a large diameter teak tree, he said, fitting right in the driver's position when two photos in the area of the crime scene sent Andi to me along with the location of the hospital to go.
As if struck by lightning without a sound I prepared without cue, I went to the hospital of the area in need of an hour of travel with almost flat anxiety all over my body.
The burden I carried continued as long as it was bulging inside me, pecking at every cell of my body as soon as I entered the hospital building and asking for the arrival of an accident patient named Dhika Wahyudin. My girlfriend who is a month away will ask me at the UAD Islamic center, Yogyakarta.
The guard responded to my panic with a bitter smile.
“I would-be wife, I contacted mas Andi. The person who helped him here.” I explained.
The security guard in his fifties with half-gray hair immediately drove me to the emergency room.
The rancid aroma of the dripping blood had yet to be cleared made me half nauseous. But it's Dhika's blood. Oh Allah...
I was sitting limp in the waiting chair. Shortly after the attention was given to the nurse, a doctor opened the dark brown curtain.
Preceded a formal smile, the doctor moved closer. “Goodnight. With the family of the accident victim?”
“I would-be wife, Dok.” said I was nervous as I turned towards the Dhika mas room.
“How are you doing Dhika, Dok?”
“The condition of the patient is in an urgent state, Brother. His legs were pinched and—” A male doctor of papa's age glanced at the ring on my ring finger and my expression with consideration. His voice was full of worries while from the room that dhika mas occupied, the doctor and nurse sounded busy giving the first handling for Dhika mas.
My eyes warm, my chest hurts. It was only after a few minutes passed that I realized the decision was in my hands tonight for the safety of Dhika.
“Tell me, Doc. Let my fiancee be dealt with immediately.” I said quivering but with solemnity.
The doctor immediately explained. Slow but very surprising.
“The condition of the left leg is quite damaged. From his ankles to his fingers sorry... Brother can already guess. Such conditions can only be done one treatment. Amputation to prevent bleeding is increasingly high risk!”
The second lightning struck me mercilessly. I flinched without being able to hide my scared expression to the doctor.
What kind of test is this, O God... The wedding is in sight, the invitations are in print. The wedding dress has been ordered. Our new dowry and offerings try to collect it. But why do You give the greatest test in our relationship that wants to collect the reward of this stragic household?
I looked at the doctor with a face filled with tears and worries. My hands were shaking, a situation like this I had never imagined. I had a hard time finding the final answer but when I looked at him agitated the doctor immediately gave me the decision to agree.
“If big brother agree, we will prepare ambulance to move to a more adequate central house for big operation.”
“Do your best as much as possible, Doc. He must survive!”
After half an hour I waited for the doctors to do the first treatment for the Dhika mas, the curtains were published. The extremely appalling condition of mas Dhika was plastered on my face. The man who loved me ever since we sat in the High School pew looked at me with an increasingly heartbreaking sad look.
“You survived ya mas, plis. I'm not ready to lose you. I'm not ready. Please.” I reached his hand in unison with the bed of the patient pushed out by two doctors.
“It is better to calm down, do not let your worries affect the state of the patient.” said the female doctor who climbed into the ambulance.
I nodded, I tried but where possible... The age of our relationship was long enough, but only this time we experienced a situation that completely conquered worldly desires and stabbed emotions all the way to the central hospital in the city. I could only hold her hand while crying.
It is undeniable that I must have multiple worries at this time. My mind refused the earthly persuasion offered by a female doctor named Rahma who went to the central hospital in the city.
“Is there no solution other than amputation, Doc?” I said weakly amid Dhika's moaning in pain on the patient's bed that the guard at home pushed into the operating room.
Doctor Rahma shook her head. “The nerves in the patient's legs are damaged. Brother just pray for the best for the current sister pair. The doctors definitely strive for the best and safest for the patient.” He touched my shoulder with a sympathetic expression.
Arriving in front of the operating room. Two glass doors were pushed by one male nurse while telling me I had to wait outside the operating room for comfort and professional ethics.
I kissed the back of Dhika's scuffed hand gently before she vanished from sight. My eyes are swollen and continue to tear with tears because of the deep novelty.
Mas Dhika's...
I lowered my head while clenching my hands. Drifting away at the only hope I can do now, praying. I believe the situation that befalls us is the way God reminds us to be able to rely on the provisions of destiny. The way of the Lord that we who have turned away from Him no longer hope in the world but turn back to Him, the Almighty.
By giving this trial I am sure, God knows what is better for us because what we think is good for the present, is not necessarily good for the future.
And tonight I just want a blessing from God so that the amputation operation is smooth even though my heart feels very timid.
I imagine how our relationship will be after tonight? Is it still beautiful like the beginning we met in the school library to end with further meetings outside the school building? Is it still as romantic as when we celebrate our anniversary at a friendly fried chicken restaurant in a student's pocket as we are?
I lowered my head. Struck alone in the iron waiting chair I tried to contact Aunt Dewita—a mas Dhika who never connected.
I'm incubating. Checking the clock on my phone tightened my grip there.
“Newly at two, still two hours to dawn. Besides, I wonder why Dhika mas can reach Daendels road. Where'd she come from? Didn't he just hang out at a coffee shop near home?” I murmured while trying to remember what he had planned these weeks.
Apparently I found a bulkhead that blocked that answer. Mas Dhika only has two h-wedding leave and two h+ weddings. Two more days we prewedding in one of the cultural attractions. Then why is he lying to me?
In the clutches of curiosity and unease I looked at the quiet hospital atmosphere and looked wingit. No lie, as a home child being in the hospital at this hour alone makes me shudder in fear.
I lowered my head. My tears have stopped dripping but my eyeballs are still glazed over. With all my might I try to return to prayer, may there be no obstruction in the operating room in the heart. But the attention the universe presents in this place makes me move.
With a little careless step I walked down the hospital corridor. For a moment I observed the instructions to the musholla on the plate adjacent to the service counter. I will rest there while sending messages for family and evening prayers.
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Seriate.