Just A Wedding

Chapter 57

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Dita and my sister came almost simultaneously. They were busy trying to make me happy again. Trying to make me strong. I smiled when Dita chatted about Rian who was always jealous because Dita always looked beautiful and cheerful. Dita always looks beautiful with natural makeup. All that Dita has is perfect from birth, a tiny face, black and round eyes, wavy curls. It's only natural that Rian is always jealous. True to the saying, this earth feels very long and too long for me who suffer and fast for the happy like Dita. Maybe like Mr. Satrio now. Back my mind floated imagining how the atmosphere of Mr. Satrio's house was now. There must be a lot of colorful carnation flowers like Mbak Asri. When I used to stay at Mr. Satrio's house almost every day Bik Ina always bought a series of carnations and tuberous polyanthes to be placed in Mr. Satrio's room.

," This flower is a favorite of Bu Asri," so answered bik Ina, when I was interested to ask why always buy a carnation flower arrangement and do not change flowers. Like there was a sharp straight line in the heart when hearing Bik Ina's answer at that time. I smiled and let Bik Ina continue her work.

The room was quiet again when Dita and my sister came home. In this spacious room there are three beds, only I am here. It is this quiet atmosphere that makes me remember all the more about Mr. Satrio. No HP notifications early and noon today. It turns out .... I really hope he contacts me, even if it's just a sentence even if it's just a word. I was like someone waiting for a rainbow to come. Missing the color is so alluring, but suffering so much from rain and lightning. It turned out that I could not bear the rain, lightning and wind that came so heavily. I only miss rainbows, not rain, not lightning, not lightning. I can't stand the process of a rainbow going through this heavy rain. Is there no other way than rainwater to refract light from the sun ? I really can't stand this rain. I was really looking forward to him telling me even if I just asked him about Tangguh. Should I call him, on behalf of Tough ? Aaaaahhhh why is it so sick but this heart thrashed to want to know his news ? I hope he remembers me, even if today is his wedding day.

I knew I wasn't what he expected to be next to him. I know my steps cannot be aligned with him because our steps are not the same. I can't walk by his side, but at least we walk and walk with the same goal. Seeking happiness in the home. Can not step him, slowly just a little from the steps he usually stepped so that I can walk next to him. I was tired of running so I could walk beside him. But.......if we can go hand in hand, will our feelings be the same ? Are we not walking with a different taste ? Next to each other is not the same in taste ? I just want to be married like everyone else. I just want to lean on his shoulder. I just hope he extends his hand when I train myself like this.

When I close my eyes like this, I do not feel my tears slowly.I just close my eyes and keep these tears dripping down. A low kiss on my cheek wet with tears. I slowly opened my eyes that had swollen due to the rain of tears. The expanse of hope was there, an authoritative smile was knotted there, a charismatic adult face was watching there. Is it true...he who all day I should be here ? Next to me ? Wiping tears on my cheek with His cheek ? Yep.......He is Mr. Satrio now he is sitting on my bed facing His body to me who is still lying down. I moved to sit down to justify my position that felt disrespectful in front of him. His hand signal said he was fine with my situation.

" I've been here, waiting for you" he whispered, his low intonation and his bass were pouring out my excess. His voice called for the excitement of the empty spirit into a pile of new energy. His hand that grasped the delicate hand of my hand with radiating affection gave a different feel. A touch that denied my mind that this grown man in front of me belonged to just another woman. I let us fight in my arms, feel the heat of his body temperature which is still wrapped neatly with a light blue shirt combined with a jeans jacket. We, He still hugged my body tightly lying on this bed. Lifting a little with both hands so that only the clothes we wear. The hug he gave me was a deep embrace of love. Like the water that always and always flows non-stop, clear and warm but does not back up who enjoy their own water.

" What hurts so much ? Does my son make you tired ?" whispered him again in my ear.

" No.. I am less able to take care of him, until like this. Sorry...."

" It doesn't matter that you and him are better now." My body slowly lay back on the bed. His hand moved rubbing my stomach slowly and repeatedly. Then standing up from the seat bowed down to kiss our baby who was still in my body, in my womb in my stomach.

But a day's rain can't wipe out a year's heat. I receded my passionate and tempestuous heart because of the longing and great hope in him.

" Mr Asri ? " i darted so fast.as fast as a flash of light before lightning sounded.

," Finished the show I came straight here." He kindly set his eyes on me.

" The father who gave the news ?"

" Well..he said you went to the hospital for contractions, why didn't you say you were pregnant ?"

" Yes..... So important to me."

" Mr Asri ?"

His netra is pointing at me. As if you don't ask me something like that. Do not give a gap to fight. It's like saying I also have it other than having you, so don't argue anymore. His gaze was mesmerizing and sharp without blinking, a moment later giving kisses on my two still wet cheeks.

" Mr Asri ?" I let him sit for a few seconds to answer my question.

" Mr Asri ?" I repeated the question that made him have to think and dwell with his own heart. To confuse him with a question is very difficult to answer. Plunge him into a war of flavors to find out who the winner is. As if he was crushed in the corner of the concern that was attached to the sentence.

" Don't ask for a divorce when you're still homesick. Moreover, you're pregnant, "he's diverting the conversation. Trying to find a bright path in the middle of the forest the question I asked. Trying to find shelter in the nearby caves because of the meteor shower questions me.

" Mr Asri ?" ask him who still refuses to answer. Turning his face away as we clashed in view.Our face that was originally close a little dissected because he slowly receded away re-stimulating His body.

" What's still not in sight, I came here as soon as the show was over because I heard you were on IGD. Moreover, I told you you were pregnant."

" If I hadn't been pregnant, and only what pain would I have been here to see me ?"

He sighed. Letting my question pass like a fallen leaf he didn't need.

" A question that should not be answered." he explained to me, he secured the position of sitting in a plastic chair next to my bed.

I was angry at my own question. Play and play with a sense that I have to control myself. Seeing her calm face made me embrace my own anger even more.

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