My Imam, my army

10 conscious

"Alhamdullillah," one melodious sentence was uttered from the lips of the middle-aged woman who was now wearing a tosca-colored syar'i dress on the red padu. A thousand times he thanked the Almighty. Earlier, after the bersama'ah morning prayers at the hospital mosque, Salsa's parents found out that her daughter had opened her eyes. That means, Salsa was already conscious from her coma. A time when life is on the verge of death. After being in a coma for two weeks, Salsa looked thin and her face pale. The course!

After being examined by a doctor, Salsa seemed silent and occasionally smiled sweetly for her mother. He doesn't talk. Her mother had already kissed her face which was still covered with breathing apparatus. Make Salsa face and miss the embrace of the mother.

"Salsa wants to hug you," Salsa finally said her first sentence after waking up from a coma. But, the sentence was spoken so softly, it might look like a whisper.

Without waiting for the cue, her mother immediately hugged her in a lying position. While sobbing, he whispered softly in the ear of his daughter, "Mother kangen, very kangen. You're evil, make your mother sad,"

Salsa returned the embrace of the mother and then chuckled amusedly on the sidelines of the neck of her bunda covered with syar'i hijab.

"Now that Salsa has woken up, why are you still crying?"

Her mother let go of the hug and looked at her daughter's bead eyes that looked cute. It was as if those eyes had implied overwhelming sadness and fear.

"Mother does not cry, this is just a glint, hehe," kekeh the mother then followed by Salsa. The girl looked calm. Like not having been in a coma for two weeks.

Looks like Salsa forgot something after two weeks have passed. That is, the events when he was in Palestine. Salsa did not remember, because her heart was still not ready to receive news of the terrible event that almost took her life. Moreover, hearing news about his good friends when volunteering there. Once again he was not ready to receive the good or bad news he received about his friends.

Until the door is knocked and displays an athletic body. The hard muscles wrapped in black and white polo shirts have conjured up a handsome man who is already as old as a 17-year-old.

"Assalamualaykum," said the handsome man as he put a white plastic parcel to put it on the long white sofa. Seen from the bring, if the man is from the nearest mini market.

"Waalaykumsalam, Ga."

Mother Salsa moved away from Salsa as Dirga approached her bed. Salsa was confused by all this. Like something's up.

"Mother stay first, Sal? Assalamualaykum," said his mother, to Salsa's surprise. How could her mother leave herself alone in a room with a man who was clearly not her mahram. Salsa's mouth seemed to be silent unable to say anything. Because it is too focused on digesting things that are happening right now. Even his father's greeting was not answered, so Dirga answered him. The man looked at Salsa who looked stunned.

Until a baritone voice had greeted Salsa's eardrum. Sounds very soft.

"You're my wife, so we're good together in the room" Dirga replied with a flat tone. He knew what the girl lying weakly in front of him was thinking. Dirga waited for the girl's response, until the tenth second only the girl widened her eyelids.

"Ha-don't ngaco deh, brother," said Salsa at the end of a crisp laugh. Of course the laughter was forced. The girl should be able to keep her heartbeat from racing faster. It must be just a prank, right?

Someone please wake me up, if all this is too beautiful to be called a dream....

"I'm seriously. Your my wife," said Dirga casually as he handed a packet of chocolate-flavored bread to Salsa. The girl did not accept it because she was too focused on such a shocking reality. The girl was, of course, half confused. How could? He awakens from a coma and suddenly Dirga recognizes him as his wife.

Salsa patted her cheeks a little hard which made the cheeks turn red. Dirga stopped the girl's silly actions. Salsa immediately brushed off Dirga's hand. It could be just a prank. But, why umminya let Dirga in and be alone with him if this is a bitch?

"It's not a dream, Sal. We got married when you were in a coma. I'll tell you when you get out of this hospital,"

These words left Salsa stunned again. Unknowingly, the girl pressed down on her chest to neutralize her overwhelming nervousness. This how did it happen?

"Sir Dirga if you do not need to bother. My sister wants to marry Ara. Do not make a talk like gini, later Ma'am Ara so misunderstood. I'm asking you to get Brother Dirga out of this room right now. We are not mahram. Sa-"

"It's up to you to admit that it's not our marriage. What is clear is that we are married couples at the request of Ara. I had to marry you,"

Salsa's heart was slashed when she heard the handsome man's final words. By compulsion? How could it happen? Salsa's heart was violently thrown by Dirga to the bottom of the ravine and shattered into pieces.

Salsa struggled to sit on the bed.

"But why? Why should I, if Dirga is forced to marry me. You can find another woman besides me. I also did not want to get married because I had to. Marriage is not a game. But a commitment that will be built by a husband and wife" said Salsa. Those beautiful eyes seemed to be glazed as they said this.

Dirga still looks relaxed. As if this debate is not a big deal.

"I have also refused, but it was Ara who forced me to marry you, Sal. Sorry if I didn't ask your permission. Ara was so sure that you would accept this after you came to your senses from the coma. But instead of what I got, you kind of refused. Ada, what?"

Salsa was unable to think clearly. How can this be, O God? But, Dirga's words had scratched Salsa's heart the deepest. He may be happy that his first love has married him. But on the side, Salsa couldn't accept all of this easily. Dirga is the future husband of his cousin. Salsa's position should be Ara. Especially, Dirga was forced to marry him. O God, Salsa's heart is very sick.

Then, what about Ara who just handed Dirga over to Salsa? Was his cousin trying to stab himself? Heartache or not, Ara?

"Together you seem restless, I'll tell you what happened. But the condition is, don't break my word and listen until it's done,"

Salsa nodded while trying to ward off the tears that would seep out.

Exactly, last week before Salsa regained consciousness from her coma.

**

"ARA THROW THAT THING AWAY!" shouted one of the middle-aged men, Father Ara.  He looked so panicked when his daughter carried a folding knife that would be scratched on her own neck.

"No way, Pah! Before Dirga married Salsa, Ara would not throw away this knife. Dirga must marry Salsa!" yelled Ara frustrated. The girl was crying earlier. This was indeed Ara's foolish act of getting her future husband to marry Ara. Of course, thousands of needles pierced his heart ruthlessly. Wounds that don't bleed. Letting go of someone we love is so hard. But, Ara had to do all this for the good of Dirga and herself.

"Hey! What are you saying, let's throw it away. What makes you like this, Ra? Remember that! God does not like people who kill themselves. Remember God, Ra," said his father. The middle-aged man was already going to get closer to his daughter, but Ara threatened that if he approached he would immediately scratch his own hand.

Until the door opened suddenly. Dirga looked at her girl in panic.

"Ara.." call Dirga lirih. The man after duty went straight to his girl who suddenly rebelled. As a result, wearing his pride uniform, Dirga immediately went to the hospital where Ara was treated for the girl after the accident.

"You should marry Salsa. If not, I'll kill myself!" shouted Ara. Of course Dirga was surprised. Dirga approached but Ara first threatened and directly scratched a bit of her skin.

"The closer I get, I'm going to kill myself. Please! You must marry Salsa. And lupain me!"

"Why, Ra? Our relationship was good yesterday. But the-"

"Most of all, I'm going to kill myself!" said Ara who will cut the veins in her hands. But, Dirga preferred to give up.

"Yes I'm going to marry Salsa. But please don't hurt yourself. I laugh at you. I don't know what you're saying like this. I love you, Ra!"

So many disputes between them. Ara had already proven her courage to cut her skin when Dirga slightly rejected her words. There are wounds everywhere. The more Dirga uttered a word of refusal, the more he would hurt himself. Until Dirga completely relented. In the tenth minute, Ara's body squeezed due to the many incision wounds.

He had to marry Salsa.