The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 1 My Wedding Tears
My footsteps felt weak, I could only stare at everyone who passed by in front of the hospital. Some food vendors were carrying small baskets in their hands, from women and children busy offering their wares. Not to mention the in and out of people from outside and inside hospitals. My husband and I were at a food stall right in front of the Tunas Bangsa General Hospital. We sat on the lips of the entrance of the restaurant, so that I could clearly see the scene in front of the hospital. The sound of the buskers in front of the food stall was as if adding to my anxiety. Bait song that reveals ‘return me to my mother's father’.
Who does not feel the sadness that is so deep. 7 years married, but my husband and I have not been blessed with a child. Isn't the purpose of marriage one of them has offspring. Every married person wants the presence of children. But the truth I received, an hour ago. A gynecologist said that my husband and I had trouble getting a baby, because the problem was in my uterus. During the holidays of monday time. I went home, and that's why today I have to take a bitter pill. Where I was, I fell off my bike. That incident made me have to be rushed to the hospital for pelvic surgery.
My fallopian tubes are problematic, the fallopian tubes are the channels that connect the ovaries and uterus. When ovulation, the egg will travel from the ovary to the uterus through the fallopian tube. In this channel the egg cell will meet with the cell s p e r m a to produce p e m b u a h a n. That's the explanation I was able to get from the obstetrician who examined me earlier. A question about whether I ever had surgery in the abdomen or pelvis, as well as some other causes that usually cause a woman's fallopian tubes to become blocked. Then I can only agree if I was in pelvic surgery when I was a teenager.
Suddenly I felt a grip on my hand. Hands that feel rough on the setio between his fingers. Mas Guntur, he was a man who proposed to me with Gus Furqon's intermediary. At that time, he was accompanied by his teacher. Wanting to marry a santri, he expressed to Gus Ali. A nanny from a different boarding school district with Pondok Pesantren Kali Bening. The thunder clenched my hand tightly. He pulled my right hand, he hid it under the dining table.
“Wes, don't think about it. Doctors are only human, we will try and ask God. The door to heaven is not just through being a mother. Whatever happens, do not think if the love will be reduced. The slightest bit of affection for you, not reduced just because of this problem. Zinc important, don't tell me the same mom.” Mas Guntur calmed my heart.
Ah, mother. Yes, it was the mother of Guntur who became one of the reasons I and Guntur Mas had to take our savings in the bank, to check with Obgyn's doctor. We had to spend a fair amount of money just to check and make up for some drugs. Nearly a million more we have to pay when the examination is done, the cost of the examination and some drugs or vitamins. All we do because every day, both parents of Guntur always discuss about children. Guntur who felt that I was always cornered by his mother, then he asked me to check. At least, join the Hami program. We signed up for a pregnancy program.
Guntur was so understanding of my feelings, he was a necromancer or shaman. Without me telling my sorrow, after coming out of the gynecologist's room, Mas Guntur had guessed it by calming my heart.
“If mom asks? We can't lie to you..” I said slowly.
“But mas..” said I was worried,
“Wes, maem first. Later the driver phone.” Remember the Thunder on me.
We went to the city using public transportation, private travel owned by Pak Kunto. Understandably, we live in the village. Where the distance to the city is almost 3 hours. Guntur wants us not to use the bike. For reasons his SIM has not been extended.
Before long, the presence of the waiter in the stall made my hand reflexively take a coffee cup, a bowl of shady and side dishes. I served in front of the Thunder mas when the waiter placed the plates on our table. When all is done I arranged neatly in front of the Thunder mas. I thrust the water into the hands of Thunder. He just put on his smile. He also gave a bowl of water to me. Want to not want me to pull the corner of my lips, I do not want to add to the sorrow of Thunder. After all, he must have felt the same way as me. We read the meal prayer, it has become a habit of Thunder mas, want in crowded places or at home. He will eat by hand without a spoon. The aroma of bone shady from the restaurant also makes the atmosphere of eating Guntur mas feel so excited. I could see several times he inhaled the shady broth using a spoon with his right hand which he had just used to bribe the rice.
I myself did not enjoy a mouthful of rice and rice pindang in front of me. I am still thinking about my pregnancy. When everything was not clear, my two in-laws had so often insinuated me. Especially for the future, when obviously our source does not have children because the problem lies with me.
Almost 3 hours drive home, on the way home I just stared out the window. Unlike the Thunder mas, my husband was able to sleep by my side. I have come to understand that my husband is the type of man who puts forward not feelings but logic. So no wonder when I feel sad, my husband just fell asleep during the trip home. Not to mention the condition of a full stomach makes itself more sound, even though the vehicle we ride is quite speeding.
At night, I went to my in-laws' house, as usual. I brought some souvenirs from the city. I have prepared my heart, my mentality. To face Ms. Sumi, my in-laws. The thunder first left. He had been attending a shelter in a neighbor not far from Ms. Sumi's house. The distance between my home and my in-laws is about 10 houses. So I walked while carrying a package containing salak and dragon fruit. My second favorite fruit. As well as a bread that is only sold in minimarkets or supermarkets. A loaf of bread that feels so soft and tender.
Back tonight, my tears fell. My wedding tears wet my cheeks again. Just when I was 2 meters away from the house of my Father and Mother-in-law. I heard the loud voice of my male in-laws seem to be raising his voice. The house made of the board made me stop and lean my body on the wall of the board on the right side of the house. My hands were trembling, and warm water soaked my cheeks. Even the flashlight I was holding fell onto the wet ground because it had just been in the rain. My chest is so tight. I shut my mouth with the tip of the veil. I don't want Guntur or my two in-laws to know if I'm there. Because the high-pitched voice sounded so clearly in my ears.
“Bapak wants you to divorce Sekar. Or if not, Sekar must allow you to remarry Arum! The point! No but-but!” Snapped Pak Kisno who is none other than my in-laws to Mas Guntur.
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