LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19
Honey year
"love is God's love, sent to the world to grow. If he is situated on a barren and barren land, his growth will torment others. If he comes to a murky heart and to a low mind, he will bring damage. But if he rests in a holy heart, he will bequeath glory, sincerity, and obedience to the divine."
Buya Hamka's message in one of his legendary works, then from a work that was filmed by a director in Indonesia, the end of his sad story makes tears glow. The sinking of the Van Der Wijck Ship, given that the story made my head shake, I didn't want to have a sad love history, I didn't expect that. It was from that story that I learned to always be open to confessing love and cherishing time, thinking before acting so that I did not regret the decision. At least I want to carve out beautiful things while being with my husband.
"sir, why daydream you.." I heard my father's voice wink.
My mother and also my husband noticed me after hearing my father's voice nagging me.
"ah yes there was something I was thinking about." I replied then devoured all the rice on the plate.
"well, maybe in 2 days I will take Yasmine to Medan, if you want, can come with us to go around North Sumatra." my husband looked into my father's eyes, father was silent for a few seconds stopping the movement of his spoon on the glass plate. Maybe I thought it was going to happen, because my husband is a lecturer and he has to get back to his job.
" emmm sure, you can freely take Yasmine wherever you want. He's your right." replied the father then continued his dinner. Dad doesn't look at me at all, usually every husband talks dad always looks at me as if asking for an explanation. But this time he understood perfectly Firhan's intention to take me to Medan.
" dad and mom won't interfere with your honeymoon" she added, making us smile at each other.
Where I grew up, there is no term for crowds after the time shows at 20:00, if it has changed to 20:01 then all residents of my house sleep and some lights are extinguished. But I'm different, my eyes are always awake if the short needle has not passed the 10-night mark.
Unlike my husband's place, even at 03:00 there are still people selling bangka martabak, as my husband told me.
Two nights left for me to spend in this house, I am happy to be renting a flat in one of the high buildings in Medan city. But I also grieve, for I will leave all my memories here. I could not deny it and this clear water always came out of the corner of the eye with a rush without me asking. I'm really not talented to hide my sadness.
"do you mind staying away with your parents..?" firhan asked pity to see me curled up on the bed with tears, I greeted his question with a hug.
I can only shake. I'm not ready to talk, not that I don't want to just worry too much about my mom and other homework, even though there is a wife of Mr. Parman who is ready to help mom, but it will be different for me to deal with all this.
"I'm your wife. I am ready to follow in your footsteps, I will accompany you, make breakfast for you, and you are my priest my baktu for you now not with my parents anymore." My lips heavily said the old man, saying, I'm going to leave dad and I never imagined it. I hope my husband can be a father, friend and friend to me and now he is starting to prove it by embracing my body and rubbing my hair slowly..
His chin was stuck at the end of my head, half an hour passed and I began to calm down, my tears slowly receding by themselves, and I looked up to see him, ascertaining whether he was asleep or awake.
" are you angry..?" my question is, he smiles
"i can't be angry, and I don't want to be angry with you."
"i don't want to, I'm just preparing my heart for it. Maybe it'll be a long trip for me, ma'am. I'm really happy half of my heart is happy, but the other half I'm sad." My story will almost shed tears again
" yeah, I understand, baby. How about if gini aja. "firhan twisted the brain to think for a moment what he was about to say.
"you don't assume we're moving out, let's just say we're going on a honeymoon. But I think the honeymoon is less, because I'm sure the next year will be sweet with you. Could it be if the name of our show is honeymoon..?" he said it without guilt..
" honey year ahaha. "it's too weird but I like it. I agree with that, less sorrow in my heart if I do not self-doctrine as my husband said earlier. Yeah honeymoon, no longer hooneymoon but it's gonna be a hooney year for us.
Two days passed very short, the departure to Medan will occur in a matter of hours, the eyes of the mother are silent, the, father's gaze was still normal but he often daydreamed these two days on the bridge leading to the tree house. I'm sure it'll be fine even if all our eyes are puffy with tears. I swept the view of my entire house up to the roof of the roof. I didn't want to cry, all the way to the airport my heart was in a state of turmoil, my mouth was locked, this happiness and sadness fused perfectly.
At Yogyakarta's Adi Sucipto international airport I hugged them, before the last call to the plane I satisfied myself looking at the faces of my father and mother.
Mother was crying, her eyes were red and there were still many more stock of tears for the next week for her to remove, this woman was always like this when faced with the airport and separation. I exchanged with Firhan, I salami my father and I hugged him he just kept quiet, but the red girth in both his eyes and the breath he held explained everything.
"later if we arrive we will immediately notify." said my husband trying to calm them both. I turned away, unable to look at the two people I loved the most, who cared for and raised me.
My tears poured down the orange veil I was wearing. My husband took me in his arms, away from the final frontier of the introduction, before I turned I looked at my parents, if there were no guards at the door they might have taken me until the plane disappeared from the runway.
I smiled before disappearing from the sight of my parents. With this smile I made sure I was okay, with this smile I made sure that I would live a happy life, and with this smile I wanted to look grown up, not a whiny girl who is still spoiled, even though I can't. In front of a man five years older than me I cried, he is now my comforter, wiping away my tears, and he promised to make me happy.
