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Chapters 2. One Incision In The Wrist

I've prepared with the cutter that I've put on my left wrist.

Kriet... My bedroom door is open.

I'm appalled. And,

Sreth!

One cross incision on my wrist.

"Sir Vita! Ah, Mamah! Papahs! Brother Vita is bleeding! Mom, papah!"

"Oh, assh. Perih, huft huft huft," I blew my wrist and fan-fan with one hand. It was painful on the wound I slashed myself with the yellow cutter. Just once the incision, a lot of blood seeped out, then dripped onto the floor. Maybe because I felt it deep enough.

At the same time, my sister who was in the middle of the door shouted to mamah papah.

"Nara, what's wrong?" I heard the sound of footsteps near my room.

"Well, Vita's brother is bleeding. Looky!" My seven-year-old sister pointed at me with her index finger. I didn't even faint or die, which I felt was a terrible pain in my wrist.

"Oh my God, Vita! What's going on?" Mom was surprised to see a lot of blood dripping on the floor.

I keep it under my butt the cutter I used to slit my wrists. "Why are you?" Mom pulled some tissue.

Not answering, I complained because the longer it felt the more painful. "Well, perching, Mah. Pain, huks. Pain, Mah. Huks huks."

"Silver, Mah. I don't want to die, Mah. I don't want to die now, Mah."

With the help of a mother who attached several sheets of tissue to stop the bleeding on my wrist. Mama shook as she tried to stop the blood that kept dripping onto the floor.

"What the hell are you, brother? Why do I do this?" I felt my body getting limp, but I could still hear the voice of Mamah who continued to speak, not forgetting she gave a series of scolding.

"Buck, papah. Brother Gio! Please this is Pravita! Deck, get Papah." My sister who was holding a tissue box and was beside me, she ran out to call Papah.

I don't know how much blood has come out of my wrist. However, I saw a lot of red cotton scattered below.

"Well, I'm limp." I told mama.

"Vita, wait a minute, Vita." Mamah tried to carry me, but we were almost as big as making mamah not strong to support me alone. Mama was out of balance, culminating in me falling to the floor.

It hurts a lot, "Vita!" That was the last scream I heard before it was all dark and silent.

My eyes are blurred, my eyes are hard to open even if I want to get up.

"Pravita, are you conscious?" I heard the voice of someone near me. Because my gaze was so blurry and all the objects seemed to swirl, as well as my throbbing head made it difficult to recognize the face of the person wearing the blue or green cloak.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly, the longer the image of the object became more real. There were some light blue robed people surrounding me, I felt something touching and slightly pressing my chest left and right alternately.

"Miss Vita, hello." The man with the stethoscope around his neck waved to me.

"Miss, can you hear me? Can I see me?" Ask the guy I thought was the doctor. My response nodded.

"Goody! Sus, move it to the ward."

Outside, I heard a conversation between the doctor and someone, "Doc, how's it going?"

"She is good, she's conscious."

The safe I use moves and walks. In one place it stopped for a moment, and I felt a hand holding my head and rubbing it for a while. I don't know whose hand.

"Pravita! Vita, are you awake, baby?" Mom came and kissed my forehead over and over.

I'm so moved to be that mamah, when I'm not a child anymore, Mah.

"May?" Call me. My mom stopped kissing my face. Switch, my eyes and my eyes fixed.

"Yes, huh? What was? What do you want, hem?" Ask mama. Now he clasped my finger and kissed it.

I nodded, I didn't want anything. Grateful to still be given the opportunity to live in the world and be able to meet again with my mother and family. Behind Mama is Papah, Brother Gio, they're my family. Looking at Papah who wiped away the tears, I cried too. What have I done before? Why do I want to end my own life?

"Why crying? Don't cry, baby." Mom wiped my tears.

"Well, huks."

"Yes, honey. Forget what happened. Now Vita must be healthy, must be strong, huh?" Mama said while stroking my back.

"Vita is a beautiful, strong, healthy boy. Prospective mother doctor can not be weak dong." Say something near my ear.

"Wait a minute, your husband will be here. He's taking care of ad...."

"May?" Spontaneously I pulled back my body.I asked and frowned, astonished.

"Husband?"

Mama rolled her eyeballs, then smiled at me. "Yeah, husband. Naufan."

Hearing that name, transferred my bond to the one person I hated the most all along.

"When am I married?" I wonder.

"Yesterday. It's been three days of critical condition, baby. Mama and besan's family agreed to keep the marriage going."

I smiled wryly. The answer I gave made me wonder. Apparently my situation is like this, nothing changes it. Can't stop the marriage.

I turned my face to the left. Trying to dampen the emotions, but I can't. I looked back at you, "Well, I told you I didn't want to marry her!" Teeth interlocked. I hate this thing.

"Hush. You're..." Mama's words were cut off because someone was coming.

"Assalamualaikum," There was a sound of people opening and closing doors.

All eyes were on him, including me. Shit, even now he's in front of my eyes. I turned my face away from everyone.

"He's your husband, be nice to him. He's very handsome and rich." Mama whispered in my right ear.

"Yes, you can talk to both." Mamah retreated her body, releasing a grip on my finger.

"Mah!" I'm shaking. I don't want to be alone with him. Mamah turned around to shake me and tried to let go of my checks on the clothes you were wearing.

Yes, this is the worst situation. It's just me and him in this white room. I don't want to look at him, rather I wouldn't if I could say so.

I felt the foam mattress I was sitting on, he was sitting by my feet. He touched my feet, how dare he touch my body.

I kicked his hand with my other leg. "Pravita, can we talk?" Her speech.

Hearing it, made me remember the voice of the evil man a few years ago. That voice made me want to kill him right then and there.

My face is still turning. I don't cry, I don't want to waste my tears.

"I'm sorry." That sentence, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It's easy to say sorry.

"Pravita, I've become your husband. We were married yesterday, we...."

"I never wanted to marry you. You're not my husband!"

"We are legitimate. Didn't you approve of this relationship?"

"I don't know if it's you. I wouldn't want to get married if I knew you were." Ketusku.

"That's why I wanted to end my life." My welcome.

"But God wants us to stay together."

"Bullshit up! Not the will of God, but its imposing people. Come out, I don't want to see you."

"I'll accompany you here."

"Get out, I said get out! Don't ever interrupt my life!" My atonement. Even this time I looked at him, I saw him flinch with my attitude. However, he kept smiling like everything was fine.

"Go." Say it again.

"And remember, never assume I'm your wife or vice versa. I wouldn't be your partner!" I said even though my face never looked at her when saying something.

"You're right. We don't love each other. Take it easy, after this we're divorced." His word.

"Good." My savour.