Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Delayed Facts

I was stunned for a moment, though, next to the entrance room Bu Kartina— factory— director who laughs crisply entertains guests from cotton canvas supplier and hyacinth fiber supplier from the cottage industry who is a business partner of this local micro bag company give me a pause to catch my breath.

Thinking about how to get a work permit in preparation for the year-end bazaar is very disturbing while I have signed off on work for two weeks at my wedding and Dhika mas later.

I lowered my head, flipping the id card hanging on my chest. I who smiled happily and kindly in the photo looked annoying. My attitude is completely different now, I'm very disturbed by the jokes and the crowd. My usual focus was to easily communicate with Bu Kartina to do the planning and organizing of the bag production schedule. Assessing quality control standards and estimating, negotiating and approving budgets with him and his employees.

“Log in, Ris. Why here.” said mas Ilyas, a finance manager who wears a grey shirt and black jeans.

“Sharing our information. Reportedly there is a price increase from suppliers.” he said half a whisper.

Yeah, alot. I said in my heart. If so, there will be a financial recount meeting for raw materials, production and bag price increases but it is impossible to cut the cost of its human resources. There must be a new leap to meet sales and marketing targets. And I lost the spirit to think about it.

I sighed while following Ilyas into the room of Bu Kartina who used aromatherapy reed diffusers as room fragrances. The essential oil content of lavender is soothing.

“It just so happens to be a complete discussion formation today mas... We'll just start!” said Ms. Kartina while looking at me. There was a flash of tension on her face framed by a red veil.

I smiled as I opened the laptop I was carrying. While the two suppliers took turns to explain the classic problems such as increased prices of cotton canvas and nylon waterproof per roll from the factory. From the supplier of woven hyacinth (Eichornia crassipes) water plants that live floating it undergoes a reduction in the amount of growth in nature. Automatic lack of supply of hyacinth from nature also reduces the amount of work productivity and superior products of this micro company I noted well at microsoft word.

There was a sigh from Bu Kartina, followed by a wry smile from Ilyas. Only I remained mediocre in responding to this until I had no power to yawn.

Ms. Kartina looked at me with a blink of an eye. I closed the laptop screen and sighed.

“Have Mom met?” ask me without wasting time. Getting out of this space and breathing free air was my intention.

“Already.... already..” He nodded, the supplier who has not received a verdict from us will continue the cooperation contract or not express resignation with courtesy.

Bu Kartina escorted them out of her room and the disappearance of an outsider from this room made Bu Kartina and Ilyas stare straight at me.

“You yawned wide, Ris? Crazy... lack of your manners in front of many people.” said Bu Kartina while shaking her head, criticizing my unusual behavior.

I relax my muscles by resting my back on the back of the sofa.

“Mas Dhika accident, Mom. I slept last night in the hospital, I'm tired, confused.”

Bu Kartina who heard it instantly joined in the long gray single sofa.

“How bad?”

I explained the situation.

“You're serious, Ris?”

“Monthly..” Mas Ilyas suddenly took his cell phone in a pocket of clutch men made of woven hyacinth black.

“I mean the car brake blong? No way mas, the car will be used for the race in two months.” I argue directly.

“But I am not rash, I handed over to the authorities about the accident.” I said straightforwardly. “Now I think more about my marriage and the condition of Dhika mas. I'm not strong thinking. Ma'am... Permission not working dong... I'm not focusing.”

Ms. Kartina looked at me with a sad face while hugging me tightly.

“Yes Allah, Risha... Pantes aja you look lazy work from yesterday. I thought you were tired of work. Oh Allah... Babe...”

I accepted this friendship with resignation. It is impossible for me to refuse any form of attention from my superiors.

“Both two days off can, Bu?” ask me not to waste this heartwarming opportunity to calm down.

Kartina's mom shook her head. “Can't, Risha. You can't be alone!”

“Yah..” I was moaning and disappointed. Though my body is here, my mind is in the hospital.

Ms. Kartina pulled her hug while looking at me. As the director of the factory, his chatty and assertive temperament made him look never playful in saying even his face looks firm even his face is not friendly.

“Yes no papa, Bu.” I nodded resignedly. Will not argue, this self-energy is already weak. But just as the face of Ms. Kartina changed, she smiled warmly.

“You still have work to get us to the hospital. Crazy you, Ris. Why not talk about it last night. Phone mom.”

“No time, Bu.”

Ms. Kartina moved up, grabbed both my hands and pulled them. “Let's go to the hospital, the bazaar business can be the same as other employees. Can you work now! Other employees you spray when not wrong.”

Alhamdulillahot... I hugged Ms. Kartina for quite a while. I was also afraid it would happen and affect their mental health.

“Come on that, Mom. I became the spirit.”

Mas Ilyas grabbed my work laptop while smiling bitterly.

“Risha... Risha...” Mas Ilyas smiled broadly, “later I'll be able to announce the latest news. May not the mind be taken care of again!”

“Still mas.”

I followed Ms. Kartina out of her study. With the hope that later in the hospital mas Dhika is much better than yesterday.

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