Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Heartfelt

Nightmares overlapping sailing in my head. In the covering of the mucus that comforts my sleep in the musala, cold sweat runs through my body that is immersed in the clutches of unrest.

About the wedding dress that was barking, about our marriage that became vague, about the dhika mas that is no longer the same, about my efforts to look okay for this popular feeling.

Soon I could see the state of Dhika mas and accompany her. Soon the harsh reality approached him. Can he accept?

Mas Dhika, the figure of a handsome and jolly man, diligently working but many also like it.

As the first love I felt happy, we had each other when it was all still what it was. Never mind wearing lipstick and powder, SMA, hijab only I still wear without style. So is Dhika mas, the man who has an age gap of one year with me is mediocre capital. Still uracan. Just go-go gasoline joint. Even so, entering college we both work freelance in cafes that are crowded in the city center. The contents of our purses improved but the Dhika mas loved by the teenagers was responsible for making me jealous.

Oh my God, I snorted from a dream hearing a scream calling my name. My blurry gaze and drowsiness that is still visible in the eye pelupuk then collided with the person who was observing me closely.

“Mama..” Both of my hands immediately stretched out to embrace her. The woman I call every time the rage strikes me finally comes to calm. “Mama... Risha Afraid”

“Yes Allah Risha, you finally came to your senses too, Son. Mama to be confused how to wake you up earlier.” Mama returned my embrace.

I clenched her tighter, absorbing the mother's love that emanated from the warmth of the embrace while my body trembled.

For a few moments this embrace was left to swallow before my mother took her body away from me, again she looked into my swollen eyes with her clear and warm eyes.

“I'm so scared, Ma. Mas Dhika, his leg is amputated!” I said with my throat stuck.

Mama nodded without commenting on my anxiety.

“Mama bring change of clothes and hot water. You take a shower first and continue to pray at dawn. Same with Allah!”

I closed my eyes to brush away the tears that were about to slide down my cheeks while nodding.

“I have to how, Ma?” tanyaku. “Mas Dhika..”.

“For sure there will be further deliberation, Sha. Don't be rash to make a decision. Ngadu there with God, do not be the same mama mulu.” mama's nagel while sharing a smile, she held out a large and weighty shopping bag.

I finally did everything my mother said without protest though I was quite surprised how my mother could think of carrying a flask from home. Are there a lot of mothers out there like this? Do you like to think far?

After feeling much calmer, I took off my face while going to the cafeteria next to the hospital. Condition deserted. It's getting colder too. Mama took out a stock from the house containing warm rice and sauteed mushroom merang, side dish of cow's eye eggs.

“The patient, pre-wedding exams strengthen you through the marriage phase later. Eat gih. Don't be upset to be types.” joke mama while stroking my back gently.

I chewed while nodding.

“This time we go to the postoperative room. Wanna see what kind of mama that's like now. Can you still climb?”

Again I could only nod obediently, helpless to protest my mother's invitation. After all, Dhika was alone, she must have been a nelangsa once no one accompanied her.

...Postoperative room....

As per the regulations written on the hospital notice board only one representative of the patient is allowed to enter the room. Mama allowed me to visit her first while she mingled with the other patient's family waiting outside.

I took off my footwear while capturing the presence of mas Dhika in the patient's bed at the very end. Some post-operative patients were seen lying limp but none were as alarming as Dhika. Some of them are pregnant women who undergo cesarean section, visible from special pink surgical clothing and have embroidered images of mother and baby in the upper left.

Mas Dhika blinked his eyes under the bright lights. It appears that he began to wake up from the anesthesia that worked while the operation was going on.

“Mas.” call me gently. He turned his head expressionlessly. Whether sad, worried or not yet understood the fact he just ate me silence. While in his hand is attached infusion and blood transfusion connected with infusion pump.

I'm understand. With an attitude of concern I rubbed his head.

”Everything will be fine. Seriously, I love you.”

Mas Dhika looked at me while blinking her eyes.

“If you've wasted the wind say yes. Can drink later.”

I checked my phone, one message from my mom who came home briefly made me sigh. Mama told me not to be rash and cry in front of the Dhika mas.

Mas Dhika touched my arm. “Risha.” he said hoarsely coupled with the smell of hydrogen sulfide that I sniffed a few seconds later.

“Mas have a waste of wind?” I asked softly after we just fell silent and the nurse I called to check the state of the mas Dhika finished checking the condition of his body temperature, tension, and heartbeat as well as blood seepage in his bandage.

Mas Dhika cleared her throat while closing her eyes. “I why, Risha?”

“Drink first mas. Let the doctor answer.”

He opened his mouth slowly, gulped down some water until a few gulps before opening his eyes wider and inhaling a deep breath.

“Kaku. Tingling, pain.”

“Ten easy first mas... It will definitely improve.” I reassured him with a sad smile.

You're disabled now, you know soon. May you be strong. I'm sure it's hard for you.

I turned my gaze to the blanket that covered her legs and body.

“Mas rest, I wait until..”.

A shrill voice of an unspeakable panicked woman sounded from the doorway. His hasty steps towards us, Aunt Dewita pushed me from the side of Dhika with the emotion of a mother who was always holding her back.

“Kok can you like gini, Dhik. Oh God. Where are you two from?”

I stayed in my position, waiting for Dhika to answer. But the face seemed to be thinking something out loud.

“Where are you, Dhika?”

Mas Dhika is shackled. Where'd she come from?

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