Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 61

"Well" said the witnesses, after Mas Arga said kabul smoothly. I kissed the heavy hand beside me. The hands I was free to touch. I looked up to catch the look her eyes were locking on. For a few moments we looked at each other. I'm sure, not only am I in love, but Arga is the same. Her smile widened, my heart was filled with butterflies.

But my smile suddenly disappeared as my gaze turned to Papa. Papa sat on the chair with the other relatives not next to the ruler.

My tears are dripping down my cheeks. My heart is slashed when I accept the fact that my guardian is not Papa. The moment most brides are always waiting for.

"Don't cry" Arga rubbed my head gently. But my crying is getting sobbing. Everyone who was in this place was crying. Whether they know or not what I feel.

I just realized this is how I am. I am an illegitimate child who has hurt my mother from the womb until she was born into this world.

"Ratri, why are you sad? Forget all the sadness that is bothering you. We are happy now." Arga's Advice. He hugged me tightly when I stood up. In Arga's chest I'm hiccuping. "I'm a bastard Mas," I said softly.

"Seeett..." Arga rubbed my shoulders. Until sounding aba-aba MC so that we experience the songkeman ritual.

In my mother's lap my crying became more and more so. "I'm sorry Ratri Mak, all this time can not make Mom happy,"

"Ratri, Mom is happy enough because you grew up to be a good boy. You are always by your mother's side when you are sad or happy. You are always mengihur Mommy's heart, when Mommy is in a state of heart hurt badly." My mother calms me. I raised my head to look at my mother. A second later, Mom kissed my cheek softly.

Then I shifted to holding both hands of my kind-hearted stepmother. Mama wasn't just a stepmother to me, but the woman who raised me until I was 18. Even though I'm a hard kid to manage. But he was always patient with me. "Sorry Ma..." My speech. Being unable to speak any more on the sidelines sobs drowned my face in both of Mama's thighs.

"Ratri, you are now a wife. Be your husband's life partner who is fun compared to angry and complaining if there is a problem" Advice Mama.

"I understand Ma." I answered looking at the face of Mama who always put it down. Mama can be a model wife. Namely accepting Papa's shortcomings and able to face every problem that always comes against him wisely.

Lastly, I moved in front of Retno's mother, Arga's parents. In front of Retno I was crying. This time I cried happily, because the woman ayu and not boring if viewed this welcomed me as a daughter-in-law with pleasure.

"Now I'm handing over my mother's son to you, Nak Ratri. I know who Arga is, to a minimum. Arga loves you, loves you as a wife, and accepts you as you are." Said the woman who had just become my in-law.

"Thank you, Mom." Mungkasku.

Completed the sungkeman event, also finished the tear drama at my wedding. There was no reception like we had planned. Considering my health I have not recovered. With Arga I sat on the sofa welcoming the hands of the closest people who congratulated me. Mas Arga was always ignorant and making jokes was probably to cheer me up.

"If you are not strong to sit for a long time I will take you to the room." Said Arga of concern.

"No way, if there's no me next to you, there's someone else to take my place." My claws.

"Dare you now, call me. You," said Arga chuckling. Wrap her hand to my waist. Honestly goosebumps my feathers.

"Yes Mas Arga," I rectified.

"If no one else is close to me. Now we go to the room. The teruuuss..." Mas Arga raised his eyebrows while smiling.

"Iihh.. geres!" Ketusku.

"They're Mas?" My toot. If I look at their body language like lovers.

"Since two months ago they have been. Never mind, don't talk about them. Today is a historic day for us." Mas Arga stole my forehead, and I was surprised.

"Eheeemmh..."

As I was looking down embarrassed, I heard a man deheman. My eyes shifted to the man. Apparently he's Hendri. Astagfirullah.

"Congratulations Arga, it was you who won Ratri's heart. Take good care of him, I believe you can make Ratri happy. Rather than me being just Ratri as a business associate," said Hendri shaking Arga's hand.

"Thank you Mas Hendri, may you have a wife who sincerely loves you, and loves each other like I did with Ratri." Mas Arga answered glancing at me.

"May Ga." Hendri. He took off his hand and turned to look at me. "Happy Tri, may you. Get well, keep meeting at the meeting table." His word.

"Ready, Brother." I thumbs up and Hendri leaves us.

"Gayatri...." Suddenly the beautiful white woman hugged me while crying. He is my brother, who else if not Gendis.

"Why are you sick don't tell me Ratri." Gendis took off her hand from my shoulder looking at me fixedly.

"It's Ndis, the important thing is that I'm cured." My answer. We chatted for a while, my gaze was fixed on the little boy who was held by his father Bima. Bima was talking to Arga.

"Bara..here baby..." Call me. The child walked towards me. The boy was taller. Last met, one year ago when Mom married Dad.

"Mother, whose aunt is this?" Ask Bara. He looked up at Gendis.

"This dear Aunt Ratri, Gara's time forgot?" I bent over holding two shoulders Bara.

"Remember a little Auntie." Answer Bara. Showing fingertips looks funny. Makes me and Gendis laugh. Because then docked to the side of Gendis.

"The woman who made that mess has been arrested, Ga?" Ask Bima, to Arga caught in my ear.

"Already Sir, is currently undergoing a trial in court." Arga answered. Bima nodded, then passed by joining the relatives after chatting for a while.

"Mas, I'm gonna take a break." My pamit. I haven't been able to sit and stand for too long. My body actually feels tired.

"Come, I'll take you." Arga guided me. Arriving under the stairs, Arga quickly carried my body. Apparently Arga is sensitive enough if I feel tired climbing the stairs. This time I put both my hands on his neck. My body seemed to be flying, suddenly it reached the room. Mas Arga then put my body in bed.

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