Bride Choice

Ibu

"I won't apologize for what happened. What I do is entirely in consciousness, not in error."

I still froze in the arms of Juna. Biting the tip of the nail with tears that continue to drip.

"Don't cry. Whatever happens, I'll take full responsibility."

"I feel disgusted at myself."

"Don't say that. Don't think about bad things. Everything's gonna be fine. Believe it."

Although that fear could not escape from the bottom of my heart, I tried to believe in Juna. I hope he really did all this out of his love. Not because of his lust. Then what do I feel? I was confused as to why I accepted it. Is it because of love, or because they are equally entangled in lust?

Today Juna chose not to go to work. He was afraid that I would experience shortness of breath from thinking bad things.

There is nothing we do other than normal activities that other people do. Shower, eat and then watch television or talk about each other's lives. And so on until night comes. The night we went through was like last night. It will always be the longest night we go through.

We lived together for almost a month like a husband and wife. Do everything the newlyweds do.

Prepare breakfast and Juna needs every morning. Take her to the door, then hug her as she was about to get out. The kiss is no longer on the forehead or on the cheeks. But more to something that sometimes almost makes Juna undo his intention to work.

He even called very often just to say his longing. Act like a child who wants to meet his mother. Spoiled whining.

Juna told me about how he lived his life from the time he was little. Divorced parents up to the violence they received from his stepfather. The stepfather he killed accidentally because he couldn't bear to see his mother being treated harshly.

"The highlight when I saw the bastard asking for his right as a husband, but doing that in front of his friends who made a video call. My mother cried and thrashed, but I beat her to a drowning."

For the first time I saw Juna cry. He who is always respected by many people, respected and feared turned out to keep a gaping wound until now.

"I hit that bastard with the bottle of drink he always gulped down. But the situation is on her side, she's okay. The bottle he took and cut to me. My mother instinctively tried to protect and stab him with a fruit knife many times."

"That doesn't mean you killed your father, does it?"

"No. The boy's friends have been missing since the incident that night. Everything was closed by his family. Instead, I was treated like a slave who had to work hard to run the bastard family company. I realized they didn't have any compassion for me because I was just their stepson."

"What does that mean ...."

"Yes. My family now is not my family. Me and my mom are just tools to support them."

"Where is your mother? did he go to jail?"

"No. Later, if the time is right, I'll take you to meet him."

The conversation that night was back in my head. Maybe this is why I wanted to know him more deeply. From the beginning, this heart did not believe that Juna was a cruel person. Hidden in her net, I saw sadness from the first moment I saw her in the store.

The longer, the more sure I want to always be with him. Accompany in every joy and sorrow that he will face later. To be a complement to the perfection he creates, because in fact it is only a mask to maintain his dignity.

The cookies I made were already baked. To fill the time when Juna works, I always make various snacks. I haven't made any more cakes in a long time. A longing for the store suddenly stopped. Missed the smell when he first opened the door. Sweet.

Bell rings. I saw a wall clock, but it wasn't time for Juna to come home. It's still too late.

As soon as I opened the door, there was no one there. There was only a huge bouquet of red roses.

For my smart girl

I think I know who the sender of this flower is. My heart and my world are like flowers.

I kept the flowers on the front desk of the television. A few steps into the kitchen, the bell rang again.

This time, Juna was standing there. My man who knows when to always smile when we meet.

"Why press the bell? why don't you just go in" I said while in his carrier.

"What is this smell? the smell beats the sweetness of your body."

"Gee!" I hit his chest. "I'm making a cake today. Want an icip?"

"The other chips can be?"

"It's still noon."

"That means night is okay?"

"When did you ask permission?"

Juna lowered my body as we reached the kitchen.

"Hemm .. looks so beautiful. Even beyond the beauty of the maker."

"really? then tonight would be a very short and cold night."

"The scariest threat." He stood behind me. Watching my hand tidying cookies into the jar.

"Do you want to meet my mother?"

Questions that made me stop the activity right then and there. I turned around so I could look at him.

"I want. Wait a minute, I'm ready." I'm so excited.

"What's wrong?"

"Maybe you will feel disappointed with the current condition of the mother. In fact, you could have left me. But it's okay, I'll take it all."

"Whatever the circumstances are, she'll be my mother too. I don't care about anything anymore. I love you unconditionally. Wait a minute, don't let the angel dislike his daughter-in-law for not being good at dressing up."

"Thank you."

"No! that's not the password."

"I love you."

"Me too."

I'm really excited. Shaking the body under warm water. Clean everything up and make sure nothing gets missed. Claiming the most beautiful dress that Juna gave. Claims the softest perfume.

"I'm ready."

Juna's expression was always the same. She always looked amazed after seeing me dressed up neatly and perfumed.

"Is there a day where you don't look pretty?"

"There's."

"When?"

"When I wake up."

"Even I love the smell of your body in the morning. Very tempting."

"Ck! you're it. Wait a minute, I'll bring cookies for your mother."

My face feels very light and fresh. The smile never goes away. The woman that Juna has never met with anyone, she will meet me. Special lady Juna.

As soon as the car reached the hospital gate, I felt shocked. Not because of the hospital, but the patients here are not suffering from physical pain but their souls.

How much I try to be ordinary, in fact can not trick Juna.

"If it's not ready, we can undo it. Let's just go home."

"No, Juna. Honestly, I was surprised but that doesn't mean I don't want to meet him. I'm just surprised because you've kept all this alone since childhood."

"Mrs ...."

"Stop being perfect so I can complete the rest. Let me be a place for you with a variety of flavors. Not just love but sorrow. Let me help you heal wounds that have never been offered until now."

"Nay, sorry if you feel trapped in our relationship."

"Honey ..," Juna was a little flabbergasted at my greeting. "Even I'm willing to be trapped a thousand times by you. Come on, town meet your mother."

I immediately got out of the car, died he who was still frozen silent after I kissed his lips gently.

Juna embraced my body as we walked towards her mother's place. Along the way, the nurse who was taking care of Ms. Juna explained her condition to date.

Unexpected. Juna's mother isn't the ODGJ I thought she was. He did not laugh and cry anything else screaming like a madman most. Juna's mother simply could not be invited to communicate. And sometimes crying quietly without roaring and angry is not careless.

We arrived at a very beautiful park. It's behind this hospital building. The treatment pointed to someone sitting on a bench facing a stretch of green grass that had begun to dry in some places. Maybe because this was already stepping on the moon when the drought came.

Juna. Clasping her hands and crying on the woman's knees. The parasite still looks beautiful even though some parts are already wrinkled. He's clean and fragrant. Her hair is neatly tied. Not like most patients.

"Mother, Juna is coming. Juna brought someone that Juna wanted to introduce to mom." Juna looked at me and gestured for me to get closer to him. I knelt down and shook Juna's mother's hand.

It's beyond a doubt. He responds. His hand moved slowly then rubbed my face a glance. Juna himself was shocked to see it.

"Mom, it's Naya. She's the woman Juna wants to make his wife. She's beautiful isn't she? did mom like it? Mom, she's a smart girl. She's not like any other woman. Nayanika is a special woman, just like Mom. He's a little naughty for arguing so often."

I nudged his waist.

"Mom. I'm Naya. Mother don't worry anymore, I will take good care of Juna. I'll make sure he sleeps soundly when night falls. I will give him healthy food. I won't let him starve or eat late."

Juna's mother tilted her head. His face is getting closer to me. There is actually a little fear in my heart. Afraid that he would suddenly be rude.

"Beautiful," she wrote.

"Mom. Did you just say something?" Juna was so excited. "Say it again. Juna misses Mom's voice, Mom."

"Juna .. calm down for a moment. That's not how it works."

"Nay. I don't know how many years I've never heard his voice again." Juna began to despair. He sat down and started crying.

"Slow down, Juna. If we are too pushy, fear even hurt him. We just have to come here often to stimulate his soul. Okay!"

Juna bowed. Her shoulders descended up along with her increasingly clear crying voice. My heart feels like it sees it like this.