Not Just a Promise
Marry Reyhan
Two other women of the middle generation walked hand in hand after coming out of their hotel rooms. They both wear matching colored kebaya. The only difference lies in their hairstyles and of course their age.
Their footsteps stopped, while looking at the handsome man in his white bridal suit. He ran towards the bride's dressing room.
The two women quickened their pace, in order to find out what had happened. Though only a glance, they saw a look of panic from the groom's face.
“What's Reyhan?” Ask Hanifah, Reyhan's grandmother.
The woman who came with Nehta, Reyhan's best friend.
“Rey, where is Devita?” It was Nehta's turn to ask.
Reyhan who was standing, now sits on the edge of the mattress without taking off a piece of paper in his hand.
Since Reyhan was silent, Nehta then approached Reyhan. Then take the paper that was held by Reyhan.
Dear, Reyhan...
Excuse me... Ii'm sorry...
I have to go this way...
You know, if I can't fight daddy the most...
Let alone annul this marriage, refuse even I can not...
Reyhan, I beg you. Don't be mad at me, you know your heart belongs to someone else...
Again, I'm sorry...
Be happy with your choice, because I will be happy with my choice now...
Your friend, Devita.
“Why, Ta?” Hanifah asked again.
“Devita go, grandma.”
Hearing Nehta's reply, Hanifa's feet could no longer stand upright. A woman who is still beautiful at her age, almost dazed. If Reyhan had not been able to hold Hanifah's body.
“Grandma is okay?” A worried look was clearly visible on Nehta's face.
“Pardon grandma Rey, this is all because of the selfishness of grandma.”
“No grandma. I know, grandma wants the best for me.”
“Drink first nek.” Nehta thrust the bottle of mineral water that had just been in dikya.
“Still, Nehta.” Said Hanifa after sipping a little of the water Nehta gave her.
For the second time, Reyhan's wedding plans had to be cancelled. The difference is, at this time the marriage was canceled on Day H. Because previously, the woman canceled her betrothal a week after the engagement occurred.
I don't know what exams Reyhan really has to go through. The marriage made by Hanifah always failed.
Not without reason, Hanifah who has often been sickly, wants to see her grandson married before she died.
Unfortunately, Reyhan never once seemed to have a relationship with any woman. He was only close to Nehta, his best friend.
Hanifah took the initiative to match her with her choice of woman, her desire was not rejected by Reyhan at all. Even Reyhan agreed without any drama. The man said that grandma was happy.
A look of panic is again seen from the faces of Nehta and Reyhan, as well as Yuri as a makeup artist who first learned that Devita disappeared in panic. At the sight of Hanifah grimacingly holding her chest.
“Rey, let's take grandma to the hospital!” Nehta almost shouted.
“I call an ambulance first.”
But Reyhan's actions were prevented by Hanifah, by blocking one of his grandson's hands.
“Grandmother is okay, Rey.” Hanifah commented on her thin smile.
“But grandma..”.
“Rey, can grandma be selfish once again?” Sluggishly.
Reyhan flinching.
“Before grandma actually left, grandma just wanted to see you married.”
“Iya grandma, I'm definitely married. Now that we go to the hospital first, grandma should be fine. So that grandma can see me married, even grandma can hold a great-grandchild from me.” Reyhan's eyes look red.
The man came because he saw Reyhan leaving.
“Where's Devita?” Haris asked again when he realized his son-in-law was not there.
“Let me explain well, now we have to take grandma to the hospital first.”
Only fifteen minutes away, they had already reached the hospital. Without calling an ambulance.
While on the way, Hanifah had already experienced a decrease in consciousness. The woman is now being treated by a doctor at IGD.
“Hallo. Arman, please postpone my wedding to Devita. Tell Osman I'm in the hospital. Grandma's heart relapses.” Reyhan's words to Arman, his best friend and personal assistant.
“Good, Rey.” If only the two, Reyhan strictly forbid Arman to call him boss or master or the other.
Reyhan seemed to be unable to stand still, the man continued to pacing incoherently. His focus was distracted by the hand that Nehta was currently holding.
“Calm down, grandma must be fine.” Nehta covered her smile.
Basics, massage. Calmly said? She herself had not stopped crying. Inner Reyhan.
Nehta led him to sit down. Miraculously, Reyhan is like a cow in the nose, just like that.
Just sitting down, a doctor treating Hanifah came out of the action room. Along with Osman came his wife Reni. After Arman, Dewi and Rasti are behind him.
“Doctor how is my grandmother doing?”
“How is my mother doctor?”
Reyhan and Haris asked simultaneously.
“Patients have mild heart attacks, lucky patients are quickly taken to the hospital. For now the patient's condition is stable, but it does not rule out the possibility of the patient having a heart attack again after this. Once conscious, the patient will be transferred to the treatment room.”
“Thank you doctor.” Haris.
Thank God, I beg you to heal my grandmother, O Allah. Nehta closed his eyes.
Hearing the doctor's words, Reyhan sat back down. Although Hanifah was unconscious, Reyhan felt very grateful.
“Now, explain Rey! What really happened?” Haris demanded an explanation from her son.
“What is this?” Haris's eyebrows intertwine as Reyhan delivers a piece of paper from inside his bridal suit.
“That's what paper, Haris? Where's Devita?”
Bugh.
“The daughter you are proud of is running away on her wedding day.” Haris threw the paper on Osman's chest hard.
Seeing the gurney being pushed by several nurses, Reyhan woke up from his seat, because the one being pushed was his grandmother.
“Patients will be moved to the room.” Said one of the nurses.
After Arman had just taken care of the administration even without being told, as closely as Arman, do not ask why. Because he's Arman.
Everyone followed behind, taking Hanifah to the VVIP treatment room.
“Rey..” Lirih Hanifah, call her grandson.
“I'm here nek.”
“Grandmother felt, grandma time not much Rey. Grandma please, marry.”
“Mrs don't have to worry, I'll find my daughter bye. So that the mistress can see Reyhan married.” Osman was convincing.
“No need Osman.” Apparently, Hanifah was already disappointed with Devita.
“Nehta, here babe.”
“Iya nek, Nehta here.” Nehta welcomed Hanifa's hand who wanted to grab her hand.
“Nehta darling... Do you want to grant grandma's last request?”
“Grandma says what? Grandma will be all right, Nehta always pray grandma is always healthy.” A drop of tears fell down Nehta's cheeks.
“Married to Reyhan.” Pinta Hanifa.