Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Patience Yes
I'm waiting for Aunt Deswita who's lying in the patient's bed. He seemed to be on the verge of a strange, difficult, chaotic and chaotic confusion. His facial water was wrinkled, agitated, angry and confused mixed in with his face which was still beautiful in his 50s.
200 million more? Nominal is more than enough to hold a magnificent wedding party in a hotel or luxury building for our family who are in the middle to upper economy and dowry is quite prestigious. But after the nominal surprised Aunt Deswita, I was not expecting anything especially after the Dhika mas in need to do medical rehab therapy and advanced control. Not to mention major depressive disorder that will disturb his mental. It has cost her life and her family. But judging from the hedonistic behavior of the Dhika mas family, my anxiety was free. They'll give their best, I'm sure of it.
I sighed, at nine o'clock I will have to work at a micro-based company that manages local knitting bags that compete with international products. As an HRD manager it was hard for me to take a day off all of a sudden.
“Risha.”
Mom's voice... I turned my head, my mother chipped and touched my shoulder with a smile. “You go home aja gih, Bu Dewita's family has come tuh.”
“What should we do, Ma?” My hand squeezed the end of the tunic of the flowers. “I can't possibly miss Dhika right?”
Mama cupped both of my cheeks with her soft, warm hands. His smile was like an angel without wings that was miraculously soothing.
“That's just what you think. Uda, home!”
I sing my lips, while the sun begins to warm the atmosphere. I clenched my mother's legs while resting my head there. I hope time brings courage to stand up straight against the days after this incident because I do not deny there is a piece of my heart that doubts my marriage and Dhika mas as expected.
“Spirit, Risha. As long as you love each other, everything will be fine. Don't lose to the situation.” said mama while stroking my veil.
I looked up at my mother who was smiling warmly at me.
“Mama knows you are worried, but Dhika will be even worse if you resign like this. Love the spirit to him dong, love your death right?” mama with her funny smile.
I was suddenly embarrassed to reveal to my mother that Dhika love my death with pride, love and flowers. But thankfully Dhika didn't die and didn't really make her love my death.
“Mama don't joke. Risha again lost confidence.” I half whined while gritting my feet.
“Aduh... ouch already, we live without strong papa, let alone lose confidence. It's easy to get a booster.”
Mama said casually, although it sounds bitter we four— together with my two brothers have indeed lived without papa since two years ago. We keep going, walking daily life with confidence even though sometimes tired makes us stuck at the lowest point. Maybe this is a new way for me to learn hard again, learn to be a tough woman. And choosing a Dhika mas that is no longer perfect becomes the toughest thing I have to live.
“What about mama, come home?” my question while packing the luggage mama—termos and my clothes— that I have to take home.
“Mama change you here, you relax. Mama can work from anywhere. Same with you.”
I'm nodding. “Then I say goodbye to Auntie Dewita same sister Aga first, Ma.”
Aunt Dewita looked at me and mama while sighing. “It's all going to be complicated, Rani.” he told my mother. Her name is Maharani.
“I know, Dew. But Risha wants to leave, she has to work!”
I just immediately expressed my intention while kissing the back of Aunt Dewita's hand.
I jerked. Not the answer that Aunt Dewita gave, but the embrace of resignation that landed on my body without hesitation.
“Tante hope you are heartened to receive Dhika now, Risha. She's so cute, so cute and only you make her happy.”
Aunt Dewita pulled her head off the edge of my face. He smiled sadly as if we were really going to be in an endless cloudy shade.
“Ya darling? You are the first favorite ghost of mama.” he said expectantly.
“Already, Dew... Risha is like you, she needs time and energy!” tymbal mom from behind Aunt Dewita. His strong and brave character can support children who are often in a rage because of love and completeness, saving me.
Aunt Dewita put her arm around my mother like bestie and leaned her head on her shoulder. The two candidates are indeed close, we already have a family chat group to facilitate communication and they are incorporated in the social media district area.
“We definitely try our best for Dhika, Ran. We're gonna give him a fake leg so he doesn't get his way. Let Risha not be ashamed.”
“My son's problem isn't that, Dew!” mama said firmly. “But where Dhika was last night that made Risha think.”
“Oke-okay, Aga will find the info. His father had also gone to the police office around TKP to take care of the car wreck. I hope there is no legal case.”
Hopefully aja.
I checked the clock on my phone. “Ma, Aunt. I go first.” I said as I tucked my phone in my pants pocket.
Brother Aga who was sitting in the waiting chair stood up suddenly. “I'll take you, Ris. I want to go back home with payment money Dhika.”
“Telah.” I agree, I am too tired to have to wait for an online taxi and act okay. With sister Aga—first child Aunt Dewita—all feels easier to sob sedan without the need to pretend.
“Pulling just the hell, Ris. Cassian you.”
Ms. Aga, the three-five-year-old woman, was embracing me as she walked down the hospital corridor.
“Dhika must have been in severe shock to know her legs were missing one, more shock if you went away from her, Ris. Confess him yes, I know you love him very much and heavy take it.”
“Keep how the same marriage we brother, I'm more worried about the same thing.” I said honestly.
Brother Aga smiled. We were already outside the hospital building, in the sunshine and bustling in the dizzying parking lot.
“We solve the hospital problem first. Go to your wedding. Patience, yes. I knew that marriage would be the thing that shook your minds. But be patient, there's a time."
Imagine how easy it is to say patiently and wait, but for me who will live a lifetime with dhika said patience like sold expensively. But maybe when things have calmed down, I can be a little stronger.
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