Between Me and My Husband

New Bride

Finally arrived at my husband's house, a simple minimalist two-story house lined with several other similar houses, but for me a house like this is more than a good word. This house is located in a housing that is not far from my in-laws house.

When I got out of the car, I watched for a while the house that would be my future residence with my husband. While my husband, mas Dipta, was unloading some belongings from the trunk of the car.There were some people outside the house observing our arrival, I think they were my neighbors.

" Good afternoon Mr Dipta, have you started moving here?" Sapa one of the neighboring fathers who are closest to our house, he stopped his activity washing the car because he wanted to say hello to us.

" Good afternoon, Mr. Ardi. Yes sir, from tonight we are here" replied Mas Dipta, he dropped the last suitcase from the trunk.

" This is his wife?" Ask Mr. Ardi while walking closer to us.

" Ayeah, meet sir, my wife Kania" replied mas Dipta. I smiled at Mr. Ardi as I reached out to shake his hand.

" Is there anything you need to help?" He asked after shaking my hand while glancing at some of the items that were beside the car.

" No need sir, let us. This is not much" replied Mas Dipta with a smile. Mr. Ardi nodded his head with a smile as well.

" When we enter first sir" said Dipta while dragging two suitcases in his right and left hands. I myself also dragged my own suitcase following Dipta mas after nodding my head at Mr. Ardi meant to leave.

" Yes already, newlyweds do not want to be alone mulu.." seloroh pak Ardi means to joke and welcome the laughter of Dipta. I just responded with a smile. Huh, if it were so sir. Innermy miris.

After Dipta opened the door and we entered, I observed the whole room in the house. On this floor there is a living room, dining room that connects with the kitchen and 2 bedrooms.

" I use that room, you can use the next room or the upper one" said Mas Dipta pointing to a room close to the living room, a room larger than the other room. He's back in flat mode. Yes, that's how it is when there are only two of us, flat and impressed with the iron talk.

" I'm the room above you" broke me up while dragging the suitcase upstairs.

The room on the top floor is quite comfortable, there is a long sofa and television in front of the room that will be my room. I opened the door, and scanned for a moment. Room larger than my previous boarding room and my room in the village.

A mattress with a cot looks quite comfortable. A closet that is not too big, and a table complete with glass attached to the wall. There is no study table, well learning can be anywhere. Why study desks, because I was in college myself. I opened the bathroom door to see it, there was no bathtub, there was only a shower faucet hanging and a toilet sitting. The bathroom was even nicer than the bathroom in my room.

I step back to the side of the couch, there is a window that I then open wide2 to expel the feeling of a lump in the chest as well as to replace the air in the room even though in the room there is an ac. I prefer a natural wind like this, maybe because being born in the village makes me feel uncomfortable for a long time in an ac room.

I landed my ass on the edge of the mattress while enjoying the urban breeze that did not feel at all the cold.

My father died when I was in the 1st grade of BCK leaving 2 children and 1 wife. The family economy was shaken and had morat marit considering the father who is the backbone of the family. Because they do not want to fall so deep, finally mother rose to open laundry services at home with the rest of the money left by the father in addition to applying for a loan at the bank.

I myself have little skill in the field of patisserie considering the majors in my school, often help at home my aunt who manages catering services. Although the wages are not much help, but at least pocket money and fees to school I no longer ask mother.

After school, I did not continue my education. I complained fate to the capital armed with an SMK diploma with a neighboring child who first worked there. With my experience in catering, and indeed my school majoring in gourmet dining, I got a job at a restaurant serving Italian menus. I became a cook there, even though I had to undergo training first.

Armed with my salary for a year at the restaurant, I ended up enrolling at a private university that could still be affordable to my ability. And the good news is, after I consulted with the restaurant management, I can still work at the restaurant even though I can only shift in the afternoon unless the weekend is my college vacation.

But reality did not live up to my expectations. I guess after that, everything will go smoothly and there are no obstacles. After working in college and working for a year and a half like I was not tired, I got word from home that my mother was sick. His old body was like he could no longer bear the burden of life.

I cried hearing my sister's words, that in fact my mother had been sick for the past year. But because he wanted me to focus on pursuing mind2, he forbade my sister to tell me. The more my heart trembled, that day I also left the village by night train. Morning, as soon as I arrived, I went straight to the hospital where my mother was being treated.

There I saw my mother lying weakly with an infusion hose connected to her thin hands. My eyes glazed over with no power to hold my chest so tight that I saw my mother's body growing thinner than the last time I saw it. He smiled at me who walked slowly towards him.

" New to nduk?" He asked, I immediately hugged his frail body and my tears broke no longer able to stand it.

" Ssh.ssh already, mom ndak papa. It also healed when I took a break" Mother calmed me by rubbing my back. How sad, I should have comforted him but he was so steadfast and even comforted me. I rush my tears, and try to smile.

" Mommy who is calm yes, no need to think about things. I need to heal!" I said after strengthening my heart. Mom answered with a smile and stroked my head.

In the room consisting of several patients, my sister and aunt were seen tearfully watching the scene of me and my mother comforting each other.

" Cancer bowel.and must be operated. Maybe the operating costs can we pawn or sell the house. But the cost of treatment after surgery, where's the money?" My sister complained to me with tears. Right now we're in the park near my mother's nursery. Aunt is waiting for my mother.

My brain immediately fell, my chest felt tight. We were outside, but the air was not enough for me to breathe. My sight lost focus, and my hearing seemed deaf for a moment until call after call from my sister regained my consciousness.

" Sir.mbak Nia, what are we going to do? Ma'am Nia.." My sister cried violently, I hugged her with tears that had run down the river.

" Deck, it's deck.don't cry! About cost let me think. Adek just had to accompany my mother and school diligently yes" I replied comforting my sister. He was only in 3rd grade Junior High, and already had an adult-like mind.

" Dad Nia has money?" Ask again, I just nodded with a smile. I was confused, where is the money from.