
We are enjoying the romantic days of the newlyweds. There was no time that we went through without teasing each other, occasionally debating every time there was a difference of opinion. But as always, every time I have a debate I will end up as a winner because Fauzi will only obey me.
A few days ago Nina and Farhan stopped by our house just to visit us. We are like reuniting after we have changed our status as husband and wife. Nina and Farhan who was married 9 months from us are now being entrusted although still in the stomach of Nina, the age of her womb entering 7 months has made her stomach look big.
I'm so happy now, the pain I once felt like everything was resolved the day Fauzi said Ijab kabul to me. I know in the future we will not always be in a happy time like today, there will be a difficult time after marriage. But when that time comes, at least I don't face it myself, Fauzi will be right next to me and face it together.
I recalled how devastated I felt when I thought Fauzi would marry someone else one year ago.
One year ago.
I tried once again to concern myself with work in order to forget about Fauzi. I don't know how long I cried after meeting Fauzi with Annisa who was busy arranging the invitation design.
"Mother's Salwa came in, son.."
"Yes Mom.." My answer.
Mother stepped in while carrying a porridge of Ijo beans that were still warm.
"You've had a few days to bring work home, is time not enough if done in the hospital alone?" Ask Mom who's worried about watching me keep working.
"This work is not urgent, ma'am, actually the time is enough if while serving while working on this report also in the hospital, but I want this work to be completed quickly" explained I.
"But baby, you can get tired if you keep working like this. Just rest up.."
"No ma'am, Salwa just wants to keep busy.."
"Hem.. But your health is important, baby.."
"Salwa will stop kok Bu if Salwa is not strong anymore.."
"Yes, I know you understand your health better than I do. But remember not to push yourself.."
"Yes Mother.."
"Then I go out first, eat the porridge while it's warm.."
"Yes, ma'am, thank you.." Answer smiled.
Mom stepped out.
"Mom.." Call me. Mother who was at the door looked.
"Why baby?"
I stepped closer to Mom.
"Mom, what if I go to college?" My toot.
I saw Mother's confused expression. "Why are you suddenly going to college again? Didn't you say you needed some work experience?" My mother told me to sit on the bed.
"I don't think about continuing my education, Mom"
"Yes I know, but why all of a sudden now?"
"I just want to go to college early.."
"Is there something you're hiding from Mom?" Ask Mom to be suspicious.
I looked at Mom for a moment, then took my eyes off.
"No, not Mom.."
"Don't lie to Salwa's mother.."
I just shut up.
"Do you deliberately want to busy yourself to avoid something?" Ask Mom.
"Why did you say that??"
"You've had a few months of work baby and just this past week you've kept your job home. You do not even once just lie down to play your phone as usual. You avoiding something??"
That jelly, my mother noticed me.
"I'm it..."
"And now again you want to continue your lecture suddenly was just yesterday you insist on doing work first so you can experience more.."
"Mom.." Slowly my tears began to drip.
Mom grabbed me and hugged me. "If there's something tell Mom Son.."
"Mom, a week ago I met Fauzi in the hospital, she was with another girl.."
"Why then, dear? Fauzi is no longer yours, and even though you're still his, you shouldn't forbid Fauzi from making friends with anyone else.."
"He's not Fauzi's friend, ma'am.."
"Then?"
"Married?" Mom asked in surprise to take off her embrace. "Who said baby?"
"The woman who came with Fauzi is Mom.."
"Are you sure??"
I just nodded.
"It could be his friend, dear.."
"Mom, the woman called Mother Fauzi with the call of Mama, and again Fauzi treated the woman very well, Ma'am..."
Mom was silent for a moment, I felt like I was at a loss for words.
"And again..."
"And what else, baby??"
"Yesterday I wanted Annisa to meet her client who met the invitation design, and Annisa's client was Fauzi.."
I was surprised to hear my explanation. Slowly, Mom grabbed me and hugged me back.
"Mom doesn't know what to say, baby, I don't have a solution for you this time either. But I'm pretty sure that Fauzi won't marry that woman.."
"Mom, I just want to go to college. If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have met Fauzi and if I was busy in college I'd find it easier to eat Fauzi Ma'am.."
"Honey listen to Mother, before there is clarity we do not know whether the married are true Fauzi or not dear, so as long as it remains to work here for a while" Persuaded Mother.
"Mom, did you deliberately want me to want them to get married? Near this or longer Fauzi will still marry Mom. Even now I can't feel my feelings, so how about when Fauzi gets married.."
"Dear, in a minute okay? At least until you have one year of work here. I still want you to stay with me here.."
"But Ma'am.."
"Mother promised to protect you, I promised you'd be okay even if Fauzi got married"
"Mom.."
"This time, baby, please stay here longer. I'm still not satisfied, you left Mom for 6 years of college, so now stay a little while, huh??" Persuade Mother.
I couldn't bear to see my mother pleading with me. I know very well how Mom feels, it's been 6 years I don't live with Mom and now it's only a few months I live at home and already intend to leave again obviously it makes Mother sad.
I slowly nodded at Mom's request.
"Thank you dear.. I'm not gonna make you keep thinking of Fauzi.."
"Why did you say thanks? I should be the one apologizing to Mom.." I said I hugged Mom tightly. My tears are dripping more.
I decided to stay with Mom at least until my time at the hospital for up to a year. I should also think about my career and image, what the staff at the hospital said if I had just entered but resigned again.
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I just got dressed and was getting ready for work.
Ting..
One incoming message notification.
"Thankfully, there was a message coming in, otherwise I might have forgotten my phone today.."
I stepped up, took my phone I was charging. I opened one message sent from an unknown number.
"You work today? Can you come out with me for a second?"
"Who??" Mumbles.
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Sorry yesterday not Up. The intention is to go home from work to Up, but right until my cat's house dies π so can't focus on reviewing the episode for Up..
Sorry π