Deepest Wound
MEET SUSANTI
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I was in a taxi that would drive me home.
I still feel the vibrations in my body the effects of fear caused by Kak Ardi's work in the Hospital. There wasn't much we talked about after being in Doctor Rio's room back then. Especially I prefer to be quiet and just listen to Kak Ardi's apology. I am confused which one to forgive.
The taxi I was riding stopped right in my yard. The driver woke me up because I fell asleep on the way. Incidentally I have known some taxi drivers who used to take passengers between cities. So I feel safe even though I fell asleep in the car because the driver is also from the same city as me and he is one of the drivers that I subscribe to.
After I paid the taxi fare, the driver left my yard with his car.
When I heard the sound of the car, Kak Laras immediately came out of my house and welcomed my arrival. Although he has moved but he always goes home to take care of my needs and also help me clean up. You could say it's no longer helpful, but he's almost all that work.
“Assalamua'laikum..”.
“Wa'alaikumsalaam..., your face shoots, do you hurt again?” Laras immediately asked me with a worried expression.
“No, just that I threw up a few times on the road,” I said as I entered and dropped my body on the sofa in the middle room. I really do not like to ride in a car what else travel with a long time. I feel dizzy and nauseous. Although it has long moved to the city, but my village soul seems not willing to leave me. I also do not feel at home for long in the room AC. Only those closest to me know this.
Not infrequently sometimes Om Wandy pranking me if we are arguing and I do not want to lose then he secretly adjust the volume of AC in the room so that makes me go straight away because it can not stand the temperature which is too low.
“What Brother is really pregnant?” Ask my sister Laras who is cleaning up some of my luggage. I used to shop for Rifqy every time I went out of town. I feel guilty if I go home empty-handed.
“You think Big Brother lied about pregnancy?” Delik Kak Laras's.
“But Big Brother looks healthy, and not like a pregnant sister at that time.” I still remember how Kak Laras was pregnant with Rifqy.
“Sister's pregnancy this time seems different. Not like the first pregnancy. But people say every pregnancy is different, sih.”
“Emang if pregnant should have a husband first huh, sister? Can't get pregnant on your own.”
“Can't you, if the name is in the first thought, An!? Where there are pregnant people there is no father. The shower there! Do your job!”
“Ya, right. What's wrong?”
“If you think it first, your question does not make sense know not!”
”Yes aja, Brother. Oiya, earlier I vomited my throat is not very good, ask for tea first dong, just took a bath,” my whine wish Kak Laras pity me. Without a sound Kak Laras went to the kitchen. She came back with a glass of warm tea for me.
I accepted it with a cute smile. “Makasiiihh..”.
“Don't forget to shower after that,” said Kak Laras. Then Laras went home.
I really want to eat martabak tonight. I rode my bike down the street where the martabak seller used to hang out there. After seeing my subscription martabak merchant already there, I also pulled my bike near the cart.
“Bang! Martabak one!”
“Ready, Mbak!” Sahut Abang Martabak who has memorized my order.
“Eh, two, Bang!” My error.
“Seepp..!”
Martabak's brother began to process my order. I wait while I play my phone. There are many martabak traders, but only here is where the taste fits on my tongue.
“Anita!” I was shocked and immediately looked to the side when someone called and patted me on the shoulder.
“Ngapain?” Ask her again.
”Eh, Susanti. This you?” Ask me to focus my vision. Because I barely recognized him at all. He was my Junior High and when we graduated we split up. “I'm waiting for my martabak order.”
“Iya. Why, do not you know your own friends?”
“Not known, the proof I remember your name. But now you...,” as my eyes watch his body from top to bottom.
Susanti giggled at my expression. “Yes, I'm now Hulk,” all the time.
“I'm every night in a mouthful meat-tie with my husband. It became like this.” his laughter was getting louder until some people who were there had looked at us both.
“Suy? Are you married?”
“He'em. My husband,” pointed it at a man who was standing near a car and was carrying a small child probably about 2 years old.
“That's your son?”
“Iya, soon he will have a adek,” Susanti replied while showing his stomach that looks rather prominent.
“O..u..wawww, congratulations yes.” I can only be stunned.
“Iya, thanks. How are you?”
“Hm, yes.
“I mean, do you have a family of your own? But if you look around like you haven't, deh!” Guess Susanti.
“Oh yes, how can you really do that?”
“Udah plastic, An. If you already have a husband where maybe your husband nyebiarin you nyamperin brother seller martabak alone. Where's the handsome martyr brother again.Hahaha..!” Susanti was impressed. Speaking also there is never a measure. But I'd rather people like this than those who quietly drift away.
“You yourself why?” Ask me.
“I also want to buy martabak. I was going to buy it there, but look at you here, I bought it here too. He nih, so this way even ask martabak.” Susanti rubbed her stomach.
“Serious he asked?” I half glared at Susanti for feeling surprised and unusual.
“He didn't ask directly, but I suddenly wanted to. People say, if you are pregnant and want to eat something must be in kabulin so that the child is not ileran,” explained Susanti.
I just got a beard while ber, “oh”. I know a little, though I have never experienced it.
My order was ready and I paid for it.
“San, I first ya?” My pamphlet ended our conversation.
“Eh, wait. I asked for your number first,” said Susanti while removing her cellphone. I gave him my number and Susanti kept it.
“Oiya, I've moved to this city again now.” Susanti.
“Oh yes? Keep your husband?”
“We moved our family, and my husband works here now. If parting where possible, because my husband can not be long away from me.” I just grimaced silly hearing Susanti's words. If I serve him there is no kelar.
“Oiya, he said Maghda next month also back here again.”
“Oh yes?”
“We will be able to get together again. We'll create a group chat, yeah!?”
“Yes yes.. whatever you are.” As I start my bike and run it.
...Tbc...
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