Bride Pay
Chapter 17
“Ya already... if so what if you love your sister name, but do not use the name of the sister?!” the Holy Word gave advice to the little girl.
“Don't want..” reject the little girl, “I don't want any other name I want a sis name, I want all kayak brother!” said the little girl in a whining tone.
“Yes but can't be so dear, you must have your own name, you must be yourself!” the Holy Word advised the little girl in a persuading tone.
“Don't want.. I want a name that's kayak big brother!” reject the little girl with a face that looks upset and after that she leaves the Sacred who looks confused how to face the little girl.
FLASH BACK OFF.
“Suci... Sacred...” the voice of someone who called the Holy Name with a very worried tone.
Sacred blinked his eyes so that the light of the lamp entered his somewhat blurry eyes, and the figure of the man he had always been thinking of was before him with a face that looked very worried.
“Kak Nature..?” The saint was astonished.
“Thank God you are aware Ci,” said Halimah felt very relieved to see Suci Siuman.
“Sadar...? Why me, mother? And... Brother Alam why is it here too?” Suci felt very curious because the reason he did not know at all what happened, because as he remembered earlier he was in front of the corpse room.
“So I found you lying in front of the morgue!” said Nature in a gentle tone while rubbing Holy hair.
“Lying in front of the mortuary..?” The saint was greatly astonished.
“But Brother Alam knows where I'm from in the cancer hospital?” ask Sacred.
“Tadi bi Ayu called me, so I came straight here. When I got here I was at the reception and he said you were dead and in the morgue, and then I found you lying there, but thank God you just fainted!” the word Nature explains.
“Oh...” says Suci with a condescending tone.
“Suc, what exactly happened anyway? Then why did the nurse at the reception say you died half an hour ago?” Nature is full of curiosity.
“Kak Al, can I explain to brother about this later?” The Saints want to avoid the questions of Nature.
Nature heard the words of the Saints could only resign and she also reviewed a smile and rubbed her hair.
“Yes no problem. You need something let me get you?” ask Nature attentively.
The saint who was aware of the change in attitude of Nature felt astonished once, in his heart he asked. ‘What caused him to change?’ that was what the Sacred asked in his heart.
“Suci..?” call Nature, for the question has no response from the Saints.
“No brother,” replied Sacred briefly.
“Yes if you need anything you call me yes, I want to go out for a while!” said Nature in a gentle tone and after that she left Sacred.
After the departure of Nature, Halimah approached Saints and asked about something.
“Cici, what exactly happened to you? Why did the young man say to your mother that he was your husband?” halimah asked with curiosity that had peaked earlier.
“There is no problem how mom?” answer the Saints with a smile.
“Terus he is not your real husband right?” ask Halimah again.
“He is my husband mother, I married him already almost three months!” answer the Saints again.
“What..?” Halimah was surprised not to play, “you have been married for three months anyway never tell the mother anyway?” halimah.
“Sorry mother, I have not had time to tell mother about this marriage, because we really want to hide our marriage!” answer the Holy potluck.
“Loh... why can it be so Cici? Marriage is not good to hide, it will not be legal if there are no witnesses!” advice of the Holy One.
“Mother calm down, my marriage and brother Alam legitimate, because there are my two in-laws and a friend of Nature who became witnesses!” holy Responses to Halimah.
“Udah dong mother, we should not discuss my problem now. We will again grieve the passing of the Saints!” The Saints diverted the conversation.
“Kalo gitu mama, I want to go to the toilet for a while!” holy words again while getting off the hospital bed.
“Ya be careful!” tell Halimah while helping the Saints.
While in the waiting chair in front of the Sacred room, Nature was rubbing roughly her face at the thought of what had really happened.
“Kakak... This brother is his friend sister Cici yes?” ask Dora to Nature.
Nature who got the question from a small child was directly staring at the two little children who were in front of him at this time.
“Sister, this brother is his friend Brother Cici is not?” Lisa asked Nature again.
“Who do you mean by the name Cici?” ask Nature.
“That's you, Brother Cici who was a big brother!” answer Dora.
“Cici..?” Nature was astonished by Dora's call to the Saints.
“Dek, whose name was Suci not Cici!” nature said to Dora in a friendly tone.
“I'm the same friend I also know brother, if his name is Holy sister!” replies Lisa, “but everyone in the parlor calls Holy Brother Cici!” keep Lisa on again.
“Kok can be called Cici?” Nature became astonished as to why the Saints were called Cici.
“Temen I who died was the same name as the Holy Brother, so mother Halimah told us all that we should call the Holy Brother Cici, so if we call Holy, we will call Holy, sis Cici not confused!” dora explained to Nature.
Nature digested the words of Dora a little and she recalled the words of the sisters at the reception regarding the Holy Name.
“What is your friend's name Suci Ardani?” Nature made sure of them both.
“Heem..” Lisa and Dora both nodded their heads.
“So the one who died was your friend?” Nature asked again with curiosity.
“Iya sis, Suci is our friend and sister Cici says she is Cipal kak Cici!” said Lisa.
“Lipal..?” nature muttered feeling confused by what Lisa said.
“Kakak, don't know lipal huh?” Dora looked at Nature with her innocent gaze, “ said sister Cici said, the lips are exactly like a twin!” connect Dora again.
‘Turn...? What do they mean by rivals?’ inner Nature.
In the midst of the confusion of Nature, the door of the Holy room was heard opening from within, and there was Halima coming out of the room.
“Dora, Lisa. Let's go home, it's almost late!” halimah said to Dora and Lisa who were sitting next to Nature.
“Ok mother!” dora and Lisa answered at the same time.
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