Just A Wedding

chapter 3

Last night and until this morning Mas Ravi didn't call me. I understand it, that's how Ravi mas if we're having a fight or there's a problem. He avoided me and did not contact me. After a few days, call me as if - nothing will happen.

It's ten in the morning. I've been at the store where I worked since eight. Record the entry and exit of goods and count goods.

This is where I work. I met Mas Ravi. Mas Ravi's office always buys ATK at the store where I work. Because purchases are always a lot, so not through the store but directly to the warehouse at my place.

I remember Mas Ravi coming to my place. The shop driver who used to deliver goods to Ravi's office was sick. Mas Ravi couldn't wait long with the ATK he ordered. He came straight to us.

" The goods are ready?" ask him at that time.

" Yes, I have already. Only Mr. Antok is sick so it's a little late. "

" this is still looking for a replacement driver," I tried to explain the problem to Mas Ravi at that time.

" No papa, Ma'am. I'll take it with me."

" This is me also from the building store check goods," Mas Ravi reaffirmed his statement.

It was from that short meeting that Mas Ravi asked for my HP no. Our communication is getting more frequent. Ravi sends messages often. Just asking have you eaten yet ? Don't lift anything heavy - heavy because I'm a girl. We have often met until now entering our seven years together.

I

(Assalamualaikum, has Mas reached Bandung? )

That's the sentence I wrote after so many times. Typing, deleting, typing again and deleting again. Looking for the right sentences and topics that fit the tense conditions between me and Mas Ravi.

Long time not getting a reply from Mas Ravi makes me try to forget that I sent him a message.

Until the afternoon Mas Ravi did not answer my message. I just think positive, maybe Ravi is still busy with his work.

In this house I was also busy with my mother's deteriorating health. We decided to take mom to the ER. During the Ravi mas out of town, during that time my mother was hospitalized in the hospital. Undergo intensive care. Mom acute heartburn. The diagnosis of the doctor when telling us.

I

(Assalamin.).

(My mother is sick. )

I sent a message to Ravi. About ten minutes later Ravi gave an answer.

Mas Ravi's

(What pain ? )

I

(Acute mag, mas. Outpatient mother )

Mas Ravi's

(You also need to rest a lot. Keep the diet because keeping people sick is also heavy. )

I

I smiled with Mas Ravi's reply who was very supportive of me. As long as you're in the hospital, I'm licensed to work. Thankful to me, the owner of the shop where I work is very good. He let me take care of my mother in the hospital.

My hands were still playing HP when mom called my name in a stifled voice.

" Rin........Rin.....ke here....."

" Yes ma'am, "I answered walking closer to my mother. I sat on the side of the bed facing my body to the mother lying down.

Mom smiled and grabbed my hand.

" Mom has four children. I'm heavy with you, son........."

Mother did not continue the word - she said only heavy tears as a follow-up. And I immediately embraced my mother, carried away by the atmosphere of crying too.

" Mom don't say that. Arin was already big, "brickly and remained in the position of hugging mother. Crying without a sound are just tears that wet both my cheeks.

" Large mother Rin........ You take care of who your father is like that can not be expected. Your brothers and sisters are married mother is not worried. You are strong, son." he said in a weak voice.

I just cried by shaking my head. I wish nothing had happened to my mother. I'm honestly not ready for even the worst. I'm not ready, God....... Let me stay longer with my mom.

Back in a low voice the mother said, Find a good husband, son. The sustenance of all there is a set but if we do not try still will not come by itself. "

I kept hugging my mother in tears as I stroked my mother's hair which was far from black.

" Arin. Arin wants to find a life partner," My mother again said softly.

"Mother please, Son. Don't keep working. Whom will our feelings of affection be poured out to?" mother's advice again remains with the description of tears that never stop.

Complain my tongue. I want to tell my mom that I have a friend who has been filling my seven-year days. I want to say proudly to my mother. Introducing my beloved Mas Ravi. Mas Ravi is a good man. I don't know why I prefer to be quiet. Prefer to hug my mother instead of having to tell her about Mas Ravi. I kept my promise to Mas Ravi. Not telling or telling anyone about our relationship.

Mom just kept crying and staring pity at me. Maybe you feel sorry for me because of my circumstances. I feel sorry for my mother too. Of course he suffered a lot thinking about my future which also has not met a soul mate. Not even a boyfriend I have. Only Henry has been home lately. That's because Henry heads the warehouse at my place. The owner of the place where I work. He's ten years under me. My mother could clearly see we were just friends. That's why I'm still worried about my situation.

" Rin.....are you strong enough to go through everything yourself?" my mother's words seemed to be a whip in my heart. Questions that scared me. If it really happened what about me? Am I really strong on my own without a mother, without a husband ?

" There will be Jhoji Bu, Arin is not alone" I replied to calm my mother.

Even though my heart is shaking. These lips are flattened - the brick says to the mother. My mom can clearly see I'm just switching the conversation.

Jhoji is my nephew, the son of my first brother. It's now fifth grade SD. Jhoji was taken by my mother to be nurtured since she was 16 months old, due to my first brother's difficult economic situation. I told you about my sister. Although our situation was also fitting - the mother still took Jhoji because my sister also had twins who were two months old.

" Arin, that's another kid. You can live with Jhoji but still you have to get married, you have to have a husband. "mother cried with a stammering voice.

I can't bear to see it. How sinful I have made my mother suffer for fear of my condition. How petty I am just because a threat will be left behind Mas Ravi. I can't do anything. I can't tell my mother the truth. My chest tightens as if squeezed - squeezed. So hurt. It is very close to my body organ called the heart. So hard to bear the debate between telling my mother or not. I lay my body on this narrow bed. My body tilted to the left, towards my mother while my hand could not let go of my hug. I kept crying without a sound. Oh my God, what should I do. Help me.

seriate........

please support, criticize and advise because you are still a beginner.