Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 12~
Upon arrival at the hospital, we were directed to the IGD room.
As the nurse took medical action for Lala, Bima and I had to wait outside. They did not let us in at all, but I begged to accompany Lala, but they still forbade me.
I was fixated, sitting on the long bench in front of the room whose door was tightly closed. The door that blocked me with my little daughter.
While far on the left side, I can clearly see the figure of Bima mas who is also sitting leaning while folding his hands on the chest.
Ignoring her, I stared at the phone screen that showed Lala's pose.
I always take pictures on my phone in every activity, it's because I always miss Lala. Especially in the midst of my busy life while working, I always took the time to look at her tiny face in order to complete my longing for the little girl who had stolen my heart.
Taking a breath, I took it out while leaning my back against the back of the bench I was sitting on, the breath I felt was so heavy.
Suddenly, my mind was fixed on the moment last night when I and Bima engaged in a light debate. My heart seems to hold me accountable for what happened to Lala now.
Is this the impact of my quarrel with mas Bima?
It seems like Lala was really scared of losing me, she was so scared that I went away from her.
Sighing slowly, my ears caught the sound of people alternating and passing in the surrounding area. Some of them stepped towards the hospital mosque.
"Bi, are you going to Mushola?" Bima suddenly stood in front of me.
I looked up so I could see it.
"Mas go first"
Mas Bima had diverted his net to my phone screen that displayed his daughter's face.
"We're changing" I said, bowing my head.
The man did not reply, he turned around without saying anything.
Honestly, I hate her attitude like that, she does not incise physical injuries, but my psychic is really hurt.
My body is fine, but my soul? I don't even know what his condition is. I was too weak in front of Lala, to the point that I didn't care about myself.
My anger, the pain I feel, all I vent on the homework, while mas Bima never knew about it.
"Arimbi!"
A call from someone made me realize that I was daydreaming.
A man dressed in snelli was suddenly in front of me, as I stood at our level.
"M-mas Saka?" I cringe while guessing.
"Rubber" Smiles. "You ... Arimbi right?"
"Yes, I'm Arimbi"
"A long time no see, Bi.. How are you?" This mature man extended his right hand.
"Alhamdulillah, I am good mas" I received a helping hand to shake. "Mas Saka himself, how are you?"
"Alhamdulillah is good too" A moment after answering, Saka glanced at the IGD door.
"Wait for someone, Bi?"
"Yes, he's getting treatment at the IGD"
"Who?"
"Child"
Hearing my answer, Saka's forehead shriveled.
"Kids?" The reply seemed surprised. "You're married?"
"Already"
"Well, I'm late for that? though you're the only reason I'm single to this day"
"Mas Saka could have" I blushed a little, but it didn't necessarily make me soar with his jokes. He did like me, repeatedly expressed his love for me, but I always refused because in my heart there is the name of Bima mas.
"When to get married, why not?"
"Two years ago, but only the ijab and only the nuclear family I invited"
Mas Saka nodded his head.
"Female, mas. He was four and a half years old"
Mas Saka seemed to frown for the most number of times. Of course he was surprised, because my marriage was only two years old, but my son was four years old.
"He's the son of his first wife" I added to Saka's confusion.
"Oh .. Divorced, or his wife died?"
"Divorce"
"That means, for your marriage to her, no child has been given?"
I just smiled while shaking my head.
Circulating the view, hoping that Bima mas soon come so that my conversation with Saka mas can end. But apparently, there has been no sign of Bima back.
"By the way, you're alone, Bi" he asked after a few seconds of silence.
"No, I'm my husband, but he's going to the mosque"
"Oh yeah, I live first Bi, want to go to mushola?"
"Yes mas"
"Greet your daughter"
"Okay"
A few minutes after the departure of Saka mas, I saw Bima walking towards me while sticking a cell phone in his ear. If I may guess, it could be that the one who was talking to him on the phone was a woman.
Ah, again my heart was like pinch when I remembered the beautiful woman who Bima met beside the supermarket.
"Still in the handle?" ask when he stands before me.
I nodded my head to say yes.
"I've called mami, she will be here to take care of Lala, later you can go to the office"
"Then on your own? will take care of Lala too?" I ventured to return his gaze.
"No, today there's a class for next week's assignments"
"Want to be in service again?"
Nodding his head makes me understand.
"Which area?"
"Borneo"
"How many weeks?" ask me who somehow, right now my heart and mind can work well together. I asked Bima without any awkwardness and fear.
"Two months"
I swallowed my own salivary.
A long time, but not the first time Lala and I lived in Bima to fulfill the state duties within two months. He even served for three months in Papua when the conflict there intensified last year.
Suddenly, the door opened. Me and Bima looked at me simultaneously.
"Mother Arimbi" said the nurse with a big smile.
"Yes, sus?"
"His daughter calls her mother"
"Can you come in, sister?" I'm a little pounding. I'm obviously worried about Lala's condition.
"Yes, sure! Please come in mother!"
Me and Bima came in.
"Dad, mother!" His voice was so weak and raucous, my heart was really saddened to hear his call.
Tega you Bi, if you have to go away from him?
Seriate.
See Arimbima again tomorrow..!