Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 60

"Hehehe was happy about this." My mother said, suddenly entering the room, surprising me. Coming home from Papa's residence, I immediately straightened my feet on the bed smiling to myself. Finally, Mas Arga and I are getting married soon. Behind her cute face to me, it turns out Arga is a romantic man, in fact, wants to carry me.

"Mrs..." My word. "Tumben, Mom didn't knock on the door, did she?" I asked while covering my face with a pillow, out of embarrassment.

"Not to be ashamed" said Mother chuckling again. Mom took the pillow that covered my face, then slept by my side. My mother put her hands on my stomach. Happy, even though when I was a baby I never got a touch of Mother's affection. However, after I grew up Mom paid for the mistakes in her past. Mom kissed me on the cheek many times, then had a long conversation.

"Emak when he was young once dating?" My toot. All this time I never asked Mom until I finally wanted to get married.

"Ever, even the man was willing to propose to Mom. But..." Said Mother stuck, suddenly her face sad. I'm sorry to have reminded my mom with Papa that's all I've ever heard from Mama, not from Mom herself.

"Sorry, don't tell me." My regrets.

"Emak used to have a girlfriend, we both worked at one of the foreign restaurants. Mom's boyfriend at that time was a manager, while Mom as a waiter. But the restaurant owner does not allow his employees to be in a relationship. My mother gave up going out of the restaurant, but our relationship continued" she took a breath.

"And in the end, Mom works at your Grandma's house. However, ill-fated for Mother when the disaster came. Mother dipe*kosa Papa you, because at that time was drunk. After your pregnancy, Mom's boyfriend broke off our relationship"

"Mrs..." I hugged my mother slowly so as not to touch the stitches of my chest. I was sad to hear Mom's story. It turns out that my mother has suffered a lot since. I can't imagine when Mom was pregnant I was definitely subject to social sanctions.

"Not to be sad, now it has passed and thank God, Mother strong live the life of Mother who is very winding. Now Mom is focused on Mom's child hopefully you and Arga will be happy always, like Gendis with Bima."

"Aamiin..." I said, scooping my face.

"You're happy, want to marry your prince?" Ask Mom to divert. He sleeps staring at me. Her pliers support her temples.

"Seneng the hell Mak, but I can not do the activity. According to Mother, will Mas Arga not sue?" Much

"Ratri, now don't hesitate anymore. Didn't Arga himself ask you to marry. That means Arga has been thinking carefully," Mother's advice. Because of the fun of chatting, I got to sleep and when I woke up my mother was no longer by my side.

I pulled out a wheelchair and went to the bathroom. I had to learn to do my own activities without help. It hurts my chest, while my legs are still able to walk. Although my left hand is related to my chest still hurts if I use it to do something. After the shower and the prayer, I went out without using the wheels. I'm happy because my feet aren't so big.

"Ratri, you can walk without a wheelchair." Said emak sumringah.

"It hurts my chest, Mommy." I answered, then joined Mom and Dad. Looks like you just came home from work, I see the clothes are still the ones that were worn this afternoon.

"Alhamdulillah, you can walk. But I order you, don't be too tired. Outside you look healthy, but the sick in your inner body" Advice. Dad is very attentive.

"Yes sir." I'm nodding.

In the evening, after eating, we chatted in the living room. Jesi and Goddess were in that place.

"Emak, the mumpung is now gathering, tomorrow I ask for permission to return to Surabaya. Last afternoon I called she said my boyfriend wanted to propose." Said Dewi.

"When did you propose? You don't want to wait for me to get married, Wi?" My toot. Why did it happen to be the same day.

"Sunday with Brother Ratri." Answer Goddess. Just like I thought.

"It's a pity Wi, if the time is not with me getting married, surely we can go home together, and can watch your proposal" I said.

"Yes is okay, the important thing is Ratri the show is smooth, Dewi is also smooth. But after marriage do you want to go back to Jakarta?" Ask Mom.

"I depend on my husband later Mak, if allowed of course, I want to keep working," Dewi excited.

"Later if I take Kak Ratri to Surabaya, I stop by your house Wi." Keep Jesi.

"True yes Jes, I'll make you a rock." Said Goddess.

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In just a matter of days, Mas Arga and Papa satset, took care of our wedding and the appointed time had arrived.

Inside this 8 square meter room was my room. Certainly not at Mother Ningrum's house. At Papa Daniswara's house. Because it's exactly Sunday. It's time, my marriage to Arga will take place in an hour.

"Non Ratri is so beautiful." Said perias. Showing my face on the square glass she brought after I was done in the muke up.

"Thank you Ma'am." I smiled at my own pangling appearance.

"Right Sister Ratri, you're so beautiful." Imbuh Jesi's. Because he is currently accompanying me in the room.

"You're also beautiful Jesi." My answer. Because Jesi has also been diras. Too bad there is no Goddess at this time, usually the three of us are always together like family. Hopefully the Goddess application event was smooth.

"It's over, baby..." Said Mother. Maybe Mas Arga has come.

"Have you been, under a lot of people?" Tanyaku. Mom just chuckles. Obviously many people, even though only the neighbors are invited to the name is also a wedding. I stood up from the seat assisted by Mother and Jesi. My hands are on the right and left, going down the stairs slowly. Suddenly I was not confident. Is my performance good in front of Arga? My mind is mixed between happy and deg degan. Pretending not to know, all eyes were on me. Oh my God, I am the center of attention right now.

My steps stopped when I arrived in front of the waiting penghulu. It was not the old gentleman who made my heart dag dig dug der. However, the man was dashing and dressed in Javanese customary clothes who sat back to me. Now just staring at his body it feels like he's fainting. Especially if you see his face, my heart can be dangdutan.

I sat down next to the man, who was already shaking hands with the judge. Because the one who is the guardian of marriage I am the judge. Mas Arga has pledged ijab kabul.

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