I'm Not an Actor

Do what he wants, you,,

I haven't heard from Yoga all day. Messages from me were just sent, not read.

At first I felt ordinary. Yoga is busy. Later also if he is not busy will definitely reply to my message.

I busy myself with all the trinkets of my wedding preparations that just count the days.

There is no celebration like my first wedding. Because besides I do not want to, Yoga also does not want to burden me with the busy wedding preparations.

"If you want to celebrate, we look for a Wedding Organizer only. Let's not bother you. The event can be at home or want in the building is also okay. About the cost, I'll work on it."

I still remember the words Yoga after the application that we forgot to document.

"No, ah. I'm ashamed, Ga. Time on display up to twice. We married in KUA. Keep making the salute to the left right neighbor."

That was my answer at the time. And Yoga doesn't mind my request.

He just said, I finished my rescue back to his house. The home of his parents.

I talked to my family. They agreed to even give us a chance to enjoy the first night alone.

My son remains my family. Because the mother who already loves my son is not ready to part with him.

Yoga wants my son to stay at his house. He said let the house be rame if there are small children. Moreover, my son is over a year old. Being funny.

His chirping laughter and his cries that he was learning to walk and fall, even look funny.

Makes us all laugh. Yoga Included. And usually he'll help her first.

Yoga as an only child misses a family as crowded as it is in my home.

Although my parents' house is not as big as Yoga parents' house, but it can make Yoga comfortable to be among us.

After Maghrib, I missed Yoga. I opened my chat app. My message is still unread by Yoga.

Even I read the last time Yoga opened the app, an hour before I sent him a message.

Where's she? Kok tumben he did not open his hape. Is it so busy that he does not have time to just open a message from me.

It's not like I'm thinking negatively about her anymore. I believe in Yoga. I'm just worried.

The wedding is just a few days away. I don't want him too if he's tired.

I tried calling Yoga. Just ring. Until the third call, my phone was picked up.

"Call...." The voice of the woman who lifted him up. Makes me almost drop my phone so surprised.

How not, after Lidya's confession that had made me negative thinking on Yoga, now even my phone was picked up by a woman.

And I was surprised even more, when the woman claimed to be a nurse in a hospital.

He said Yoga had an accident this morning and had not been conscious until now.

I wonder if this is a scam with such a mode that is going viral?

I got out of my room and ran into the living room. It just so happened that my family was gathering, including Dance was also there.

"What's up, Wid. How's running?" ask the mother who holds my son.

I activated my phone loudspeaker and asked the woman claiming to be the nurse to repeat her explanation of Yoga.

Everyone is listening seriously. And looked at each other as the woman closed the call from me.

I sat down beside my father. My head goes round and round. Maybe if I don't sit down, I can fall.

"Ndi, take your sister to the hospital address. Dance if you want to come along is okay too. All of you accompany Widhi. Book a taxi online only" said the father broke our silence.

Our mouths seemed locked hearing the explanation of my call earlier.

Dance who intends to come, immediately order a taxi online with the application.

Surely Tari is also worried about the condition of Yoga.

While waiting another ten minutes until the car came, I changed clothes first.

"Wid, come on, let's spit! The car has arrived. Long time so dandy!" Shouted mas Andi.

Not that I've been dressing up for a long time, but my brain is not connected to make me daydream before changing clothes.

The sound of Andi surprised me who was daydreaming again.

"Yes, Mom! Waita minute!" I immediately grabbed my little bag. In a hurry I left the room.

Like a person who lost consciousness, I just walked out of the house. Without noticing that mas Andi and Tari were waiting for me in the living room.

"Eah! Waiting here he even walked alone." My mother's words reached my ears.

I turned my head because I realized that Andi and Tari had not left the house.

Dance half-run after me. Then holding my hand like a child.

"Let's ride!" Mas Andi opened the car door for me and Tari. While he himself rode next to the driver.

Along the way, Dari held my hand. I know he's panicking too. But Tari's calm demeanor was able to cover her panic.

"Don't panic, Wid. Not necessarily the nurse's words were right."

Andi tried to calm me down. I'm getting more nervous. If not, if so, how?

The accident happened this morning, and until now Yoga has not been aware.

Indeed the nurse did not tell the true condition of Yoga. But I can imagine it.

I glanced towards Dance. Even though he seemed calmer than me, his eyes seemed to be glazed over.

Now it's my turn to hold tightly to Dance's hand. There are no words to encourage each other. Only Andi spoke often.

Sometimes it's aimed at me, sometimes at dance. Mas Andi understood how close the relationship between his future wife and my future husband.

The two women he loved were thinking of the same man.

"Who's in the accident, sir?" ask the taxi driver online at Mas Andi.

"We had news from the hospital, he said my sister's future husband and his cousin my future wife had an accident this morning, sir" replied mas Andi.

"Hour tenths of the afternoon on the rose path huh?" ask the driver again.

I followed their conversation. Dance also follows the focus of listening.

"I don't even know, sir. The information we have received is that the victim has not been so far conscious. You know the accident?" ask Andi.

I leaned my body. I can't wait to hear the driver's answer.

"I happened to be on that road this morning. The driver was hit by a pick up car. Said the locals, hit and run. Because the streets are empty. But someone had seen the crash of the pick-up car."

My heart is racing faster.

"What's the victim's condition, sir?" I'm just impatient.

"I saw it, I was unconscious. People helped to call an ambulance. No one dared to touch the victim."

"Why can't anyone dare, sir? Time not helped at all?" ask again.

"The conditions are pretty bad, ma'am. Residents are afraid that the wrong help even makes the condition of the victim worse."

Me and Dance looked at each other. Then both dropped their backs to the backrest of the car seat.