Between Me and My Husband

Mother Operation

The trip to the airport is so much fun when it is delivered by Dino. She was almost my age only by a year, but her nature was cheerful and fun, inversely proportional to the Dipta mas. Several times he also asked me about myself, and when he found out that all this time I was also in the capital he looked more and more enthusiastic. He even knows the restaurant I work at. He praised me for being good at cooking because I worked in restaurants as a cook, but I answered with a laugh.

I also asked him a few things about him. From there I found out that Dino had interned at her papa's office and was preparing her S2 lectures. And doubt 2 I asked about his sister named Delia.

" oh.mbak Delia is abroad. He's on vacation, I guess." replied Dino but as if unsure. But I nodded my head in response to Dino's reply.

And it doesn't feel like our journey is over, we've reached the airport. The first Dino wanted to get out of the car to drive me, not because I insisted I just wanted to be delivered to here. Dino did not force it. I smiled before finally saying goodbye.

" when2 next time I'll cook specially for you, so you know the taste of my cooking." I said outside the car.

" heiii.how could that be?! Do you cook specifically for me? There I can be chopped with Dipta. Soon you will be my brother-in-law, surely the Dipta mas will not let that happen. You don't know how possessive he is." said Dino from behind the wheel.

" yes, get in there. I also want to go to work, cook interns late to gini work" he continued. Then the car passed leaving me still amazed by the word2 Dino earlier.

Is Dipta possessive like me? Huh.kok feels impossible.

After traveling hundreds of kilometers in just 1 hour, I have arrived in my city. As if I didn't want to delay any longer I went straight to the hospital. There I was greeted by my aunt who was waiting for my mother.

That day, I went to the doctor to schedule an operation for my mother. And like a tipper together, the operation can be done tomorrow because in fact the operation already needs to be done for my mother.

I told my aunt, my sister, and I didn't forget Aunt Ratna. They sama2 answered with do'a so that soon mother is given healing. Aamiins. Not to forget also after finishing my prayers linger in prayer so that all the process is smooth and immediately lifted my mother's disease. In one third of the night I set my feet towards the mushola to perform the 2 raka'at sunah prayer. Many2 I offer do'a for the recovery of my mother, and do not forget do'a easily2an steps I take is true.

As in the sirep, after saying a lot of do'a, my eyes are sticky like in glue. Finally I fell asleep in the mosque still wearing a mukena. And strangely enough, I'm back to dreaming the same thing. Being in a park, swinging, and the arrival of a young man busy with his image. But strangely, there is something a little different about this dream. The young man's position was getting closer to me, even I could see what he was drawing. A pair of birds perched on a tree branch. I ventured to ask him.

" what is a bird?" I asked still to play the swing. The young man turned his head for a while towards me, but he was again busy with his pencil.

" it's not a bird, it's my anak2" he replied.

Huh huh? Strange young man, cook a bird in say it's his son. And I woke up from sleep when I heard the sound of dawn.

It was late in the afternoon where my mother's operation was. Me, my sister and my aunt were following my mother's cage that was pushed into the operating room. We stopped in front of a closed room, while my mother kept entering the room. The operation will take 3 to 6 hours.

During the wait for a very stressful operation, I did not break2 I communicated with aunt Ratna. He comforted, strengthened, and calmed as if he were here waiting. The aunt who had seen me busy with HP finally asked.

" who the hell is Nia from?" Ask me to know.

" aunty Ratna bi, he is very good. Look deh.." I said showing my cellphone screen to my aunt who contains a chat history from aunt Ratna.

" he said, he is a rich man who is generous and noble heart" said aunty finished reading my chat with aunt Ratna. I smiled in response to aunt's words. Aunty does not know yet, that the monetary reward that aunt Ratna lent was to marry her son. I remember that dream I had 2 times.

" dreamin what are you? Who knows it's a hunch" my aunt replied with an anxious look, considering mom was still in surgery.

I told my aunt my dream. After knowing the story of my dream, his anxious look slowly disappeared changing with a smile on his lips.

"At least it wasn't a nightmare. It's okay2 brarti." he said.

"Well auntie.kirain auntie knows the meaning of my dream" my sigh disappointed.

"You think this aunt is a dream interpreter. Who knows, the dream is a sign that soon you are married to the young man and have a pair of children" as long as my aunt. I immediately rolled my eyes. And my brother's voice arrived2 startled us.

"Yes, said aunt!!" Said my sister half-screaming, she pointed at her phone screen. Me and auntie furrowed their eyebrows.

" what's really?"

"From Mbah gugel said, if the dream of taking the swing brarti soon will be married. The question is, who is the young man in the dream. Doesn't Nia know?" My sister enthusiastically explained. Now that all the glances were directed at me, I sighed.

"Where do you know the deck, it's not necessarily true either." I replied.

"Who knows, it really is. Inget2 who is that young man mbak.." my sister still ngeyel.

"Haduuh dek..ibu is also still in operation you know, already talking about the household." My own heart-blind silencing slips. Remember the match with Mas Dipta.

The atmosphere was silent again, until the night before the door of the operation finally opened. This time the atmosphere was more rame. There was an uncle waiting, he came after Maghrib.

A doctor appeared from behind the closed door.

"The guardian of Wulan's mother?" The doctor said, I approached. No exception my sister and aunt, although they stood a few steps behind me but still quite able to hear what the doctor would say.

"Alhamdulillah, the operation went well. The cancer cells we found also have not spread so after this with several chemo times, Dian's mother is expected to be cured." The doctor's words are like an oasis in the desert. The tense atmosphere melted away, changing into a warm atmosphere and embracing each other. Aunt with uncle and I with my sister. Maybe the doctor will be hugged too? But will anyone be angry?

We say hamdalah alternately we say.

"Thank you doctor.thank you for your hard work!" My words were sincere, the doctor nodded and passed.

A moment later my mother came out of the operating room, pushed into the treatment room.