Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
The Future is Dark
“Risha's Oath doesn't know where Auntie Mas Dhika is running out of. Meet the nolongin mas Dhika aja enggak.” my words stirred after we came out of the post-operative room because of the mini commotion that occurred between me and Aunt Dewita.
“Risha followed to regional hospital after on the phone mas Andi, Risha from home. Aunty can ask mama if you do not believe or travel history from the online taxi that Risha rented because Risha really does not know where dhika mas to last night!”
Aunt Dewita looked at me slavishly, he seemed to not believe that I did not participate in Dhika mas who went out of nowhere even the circumstances of Dhika mas which was completely unknown to him and his family would certainly make a scene that hurts.
Aunt Dewita sighed while hitting her own thigh because it might be so tangled with the behavior of her favorite child.
“Dhika, Dhika's... Sorry, another month of marriage why even wandering is unclear!”
On the verge of excessive worry to look very frustrated and sad, Aunt Dewita hit her tenteng bag against the wall as if releasing the tension that occurred in her mind.
“So where did he crash, Sha? Auntie wants to know!”
I call it the answer while bowing my head.
“There?” sentak Aunt Dewita with buying eyes. “Ngapain Dhika through there, already know prone, just be careful if he drift recklessly!” Aunt Dewita groans in frustration.
It was powerless to see my future in-laws who did not accept his son so I could only hope that far worse things did not happen. It will be much more complicated once we know the reality that has already happened. I'm certain.
Stand up, with anxious expectation in the waiting room of the operating room similar to a beautiful terrace. I was caught by the edge of the fish pond while tightening my own hands.
I hope my guess isn't right. Dhika Wahyudin, a graduate of mechanical engineering with the best value of the famous campus in Yogyakarta a year ago began to cultivate the world of car racing. The black brio he was driving had gone through many modifications to become a drag race car. Spot light that adorns the roof of his car into a light, but nitrous oxide system or commonly called NOS is a gas that can accelerate the speed of the car may not be the mastermind. The accident was a pure disaster not a drag race.
I think I should see his friends.
Aunt Dewita was standing next to me. “Risha, hospital administration have you taken care of?”
“Numbered, Aunt. Not yet.” I nodded, not thinking. “Night Risha just waiting in the operating room and musala. Not yet to administration service.”
“Good, Aunt family does not want to owe your family.” Aunt Dewita looked back for a moment. Seeing the operating room still quiet.
“Tante just remember, Dhika what operation, Sha?”
I looked at the mother who lifted her gaze from the laptop screen that she brought to work. I shook my head faintly. Knowing I had trouble answering, the mother who had to have a fierce besan like Aunt Dewita lowered her laptop monitor.
“Dhika suffered damage to her right leg, Dew. I've been in contact with the doctor who handled it last night that his leg had to be amputated for his own safety.”
In front of the bed of a sleeping Dhika mas patient, Aunt Dewita immediately opened the blanket covering her legs. He was fixated while covering his gaped mouth until slowly his tears dripped down his cheeks.
Aunt Dewita was hit once, her face was grim and she sat on the floor so that the nurse who saw her made a noise again not to throw her away.
“It's really messed up, God. It's totally out of my mind.”
“I call security if mom comes back!” threaten nurse with a fierce face.
Aunt Dewita stood up after nodding resignedly and brushed off the nurse's hand that was about to help her stand up.
“Why don't you cry, Sha. You don't like Dhika, she's your fiance!” nagging when I just silently lowered my head while touching the arms of mas Dhika.
“Udah, Aunt. I've been crying all night.” I deliberately showed my swollen eye bags closer to his face.
Aunt Dewita nodded as if she understood I wasn't lying. “Promise you don't stay in Dhika, Ris!” his insistence while embracing my shoulder. “Second promise Aunt.”
I have trouble saying yes...With so many things filling my head, leaving dhika mas or not, I haven't thought of yet. I loved her really until this moment in this state. Even so I just want it all clear where he was last night.
Aunt Dewita rests her head on my shoulder. His hands stretched out, stroking the blanket that covered his son's legs.
At first glance I glanced at Aunt Dewita's expression with the tail of the eyes. She bit her lips, powerless to hold back the day and the hospital payment for sure.
Aunt Dewita was sobbing, her breathing was wheezing, her hands were touching Dhika's pale and helpless face full of feelings that were difficult to overcome.
“Your village, son. Your ideals are ruined. Car's destroyed. Your future—”
“Ngak, Aunt. The future of dhika mas still exists.” sahutku while feeling the face of mas Dhika while smiling little.
At least the future of our marriage. As long as he's not playing behind my back.
I took Aunt Dewita out of the post-operative room before being evicted by the security guard for causing discomfort here. Go to hospital administration. Aunt Dewita questions her son's treatment costs until he recovers. There are at least 1-2 weeks or more and additional treatment until the Dhika mas is completely healthy. And Aunt Deswita was stunned, fainting a few seconds later. Nearly 200 million more had to be thrown by his family and I could only catch his body swiftly and scream for help.
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