Healing
113. Learning to Open the Heart

I tried to close my eyes and sleep, I had taken a tablet of pain relief, but my body still felt hot and painful.

I turned on the fan and I pointed it at the part of my body that was splashed with boiling water.

" It's so hot, Ra?, I just take you to the hospital right now, see you can't sleep so surely it feels really hot".

Yoga sat closer to the bed where I slept. The look on his face showed anxiety.

" No real papa will soon be cured", I still keep pushing to the hospital.

" Let me give you another ointment yes, who knows that you polished it too thin, so it's still painful". Yoga is still noisy.

" If you can't stay still, you better get out of this room, I just need some quiet!", I finally yelled out to kick Yoga out of my room.

But instead of going out, Yoga stood up and took the ointment, locked the door of the room and revealed the end of the negligee I was wearing. I can't rebel, because it will add to my pain if I move on.

Yoga put another ointment on my thigh that had started to blacken red.

" I'm your husband, if anything happens to you when we live together, it means I'm not a good husband, because I can't keep you safe".

" You can be quiet for a while, I will only treat your wounds, even though in this heart I do not deny that I want to touch you, but I won't do that because I know you're sick right now".

" It is not my duty to take care of you, Ra, why do you still behave as if we are strangers, I am your husband, let me do my duty as a husband".

I was only silent when Yoga began to reveal the tip of my negligee, and apply the ointment on the burn on my thigh. I hissed because of the pain that returned.

" Open higher" says Yoga.

I shook my head, "No I can't".

Yoga pulled my negligee higher until it was plastered from my legs to my stomach that was burned. I could see Yoga swallowing his salivary, and his hands trembled slightly as he applied the ointment on the lower abdomen.

Fortunately the hot water did not flush my mis-V part, so Yoga did not need to apply ointment in that area. Although Yoga had seen her directly, but she did not dare to touch her, Yoga only applied an ointment on my burn.

" Thank you", I said, lowering my negligee, I saw Yoga nod.

" If you still kekeh refuse to go to the hospital, you should have a holiday sale tomorrow, it looks like your wound is wide enough, it will hurt if you force to move a lot", yoga said as she leaned her back against the wall of the room close to my bed.

" Yes, I've been thinking, tomorrow I have a sales holiday, this is only the second time I have a sales holiday, first when I marry you, and also tomorrow" I said, the heat and pain in the burn had started to subside. It may be true said Yoga, earlier I did not apply a lot of ointment on my wound, so it feels hot and burning.

" Let's hope tomorrow is better, out of nowhere suddenly a cockroach flies and lands on my arm, I'm pouring boiling water into the flask, because of the shock I accidentally released the handle of the stew, it even spilled into the legs, and when I tried to retreat to avoid, I just slipped and nudged the thermos until it spilled". I'm trying to explain what happened.

" Maybe the cockroach knew that tonight I was going to sleep here, so he showed up and made you hurt, so that I could take care of you" Yoga said.

It's weird, it's weird, because every day I clean my contract and never see a cockroach, but all of a sudden there's a cockroach on my arm, isn't that weird?.

" Do you still hate me so much, Ra?. I've tried everything I can to be a better person, all that I do because of you Ra...".

" You remember the night after we got married?, when it turned out that Haidar gave me a stimulant, it was worth my desire to touch you so strongly, but I tried to hold it in, I tried to hold it in, I don't want you to hate me more because I'm forcing my will".

" I want us to be together again because we like each other, I want us to relate like a husband and wife who love each other. I will wait until you open your heart again for me Ra, this time I will wait patiently ".

" I don't know why, since long ago until now every time you are with you, it feels so calm, and comfortable".

Yoga made me melt, I know the incident when Haidar gave Yoga stimulants the night after we got married, I know Yoga went back and forth to the bathroom trying to complete it myself and not want to force me to serve it. At that time, I was legally his wife.

I admit that the attitude of Yoga is now wiser, he can hold back, not like before, or one year ago, Yoga still likes to force me to do what he wants.

Should I give up, learn to open my heart and let myself serve him?, I am his legal wife. Our marriage was not a charade, but all this time I never did my duty as a wife to her. Since I got married I have been away from her. Even left her when she was sick from being hit by my papa.

It's been a while since we got married, I've been indifferent to her, but Yoga.she still keeps being nice to me, she forgives me even though I never did my duty as a wife.

" I'm sorry, maybe because of the pain I've been through since you left me when I was pregnant with Shaka, I hate you so much, it's hard to forget all the bad memories that happened back then".

" I also want to be a good wife, like a mother who serves my father every day and lives together. But I can't do it yet, ".

Yoga approached me, he kissed my forehead so gently and slowly laid my body on the bed.

" Sleep it's night, you're hurt and you need a lot of rest. Don't talk too much, I'll take care of you tonight".

I closed my eyes, and only this time was I alone with Yoga, but I was able to sleep in peace, could I begin to open my heart for him?.

The next day I woke up to hear the dawn prayer. It feels like my sleep is so good to wake up during the Adhan, usually I wake up at 3 am, because today is not selling, I wake up a little late.

I see Yoga has taken ablution.

" Is the wound still painful?, Want to pray together?", asked Yoga.

I nodded, "wait a minute, I take the ablution water first, the wound is no longer painful", I replied, walking to the bathroom to fetch the ablution water.

This is the first time I and Yoga have prayed together since we became husband and wife. I am grateful that our marriage has had a good impact on both of us.

" What do you want to cook for breakfast later?, let me cook" said Yoga.

Since when can Yoga cook?, if Bian is indeed a cook, but Yoga...?, I have never seen him cook.

" Let me cook, my burns don't hurt, they're withering, you sit down".

Yoga shook his head. " You can't cook, don't get close to fire and hot things first, I don't want you to get hurt anymore".

" I can cook omelet and fried noodles, I've done it, you just sit and watch me cook".

Yoga told me to sit like a jury in a cooking competition. While Yoga began to shake the eggs and boil the instant fried noodles.

Like a reliable chef, Yoga also washes rice and inserts it into magic com.

" Wouldn't Juna have breakfast with us?".

I nodded, indeed every day Juna ate with me.

And long life, just called his name, Juna was nongol.

" Loh, why haven't you opened a kak stall?, what's your holiday sales?", Juna asked as he glanced at Yoga who was still busy seasoning fried noodles.

" There was a little accident last night in the kitchen, so I didn't sell today", Juna again glanced at Yoga, looking at my expression and Yoga expression, and then, trying to figure out what happened last night.

Finally I tell you what happened, fearing Juna misunderstood Yoga, thinking I was why-why because of it, even though Yoga was not in contract when the fateful incident occurred.

" It's lucky there's Yoga, so she can cook us breakfast. You please make a big note on the paper if the food stall today is closed", I asked Juna.

Juna immediately picked up the cardboard and cut it, wrote as I asked and put it in front of the shop.

I was lazy to answer each customer's questions, so Mending made a written announcement and put it on display outside.

" Would you go to the doctor to check for burns on your sister's body?", asked Juna.

" If your brother wanted to have us to the hospital since last night, your brother was chuckling, he said, he had enough ointment, so I couldn't possibly force him".

It is precisely Yoga who answers, while serving fried noodles and omelet in the living room, while waiting for the rice that will soon be cooked.

" It's neat at this hour, at work what time is June?, breakfast is waiting for cooked rice, yes, soon" said Yoga.

" I can have breakfast at the factory, there are many rice wraps sellers every morning, I've had bad luck, have to leave now".

" It's not that I'm refusing to eat Kak Yoga's cooking, but because I've been overdoing it, please take care of Kak Raya, lest she get hurt again", juna said as he passed leaving me and Yoga sitting in the living room.

After Juna died, the rice was ripe, Yoga took two rice dishes for both of us. It was strange, the first day of living together, it was Yoga that served me and did the duties of a wife.