My wife's been misguided

marriage is a promise

It feels awkward to face Surya again this afternoon. Especially considering the words of Ahmad's doctor last night 'well, at best six months away, can be faster, can be slower.' can only take a breath and breathe slowly puff his mind.

Om Surya has been brought home. All the hospital equipment is in his room. There was also a nurse who took care of her. As for Dr. Ahmad if he wants to check he has just come here. Rich people, anything can.

The housekeeper enters the room, smilingly giving an afternoon snack.a bowl of marrow porridge that publishes saliva. Om Surya asked to put it on the nightstand next to the bed. Next choose to focus more on talking. Even though it still sounds hard.

"Where? Ready yet? Two more days, right?" The question was dotted like a signal at the end of a forest.

"Ready ready, om." Just answer it.

Males really talked about marriage.however, this is not a real marriage. So for me, there's no greget.

Next try to talk. "Don't eat the porridge, om?"

"make you." With a hoarse voice, Surya answered.

"This will make Surya," I took the bowl plus the spoon.

"Solar om needs a lot of protein for postoperative recovery, but protein cannot work without energy. So given a full-carbohydrate marrow porridge so that it can be a protein fuel to repair cells."

I swear I really did say it.

The new om wants to open his mouth to menjawab, but immediately mingkem again because the hunt is bribed a spoonful full of marrow porridge. He smirked my lips while smiling, irritatedly I worked.

"I want to tell Nesya. But it can't be the same as Dr. Ahmad." Before Surya spew answer, his mouth immediately I chopped again the same porridge. Very tight he hurriedly nelen while shaking. "But in my opinion, however, Nesya must know the condition of her father..." I nyodorin a spoonful of porridge again but immediately held by Surya.

"Don't!" quickly serge.

I also reply no less quickly, "i share, om dear Nesya so long as she does not want him to participate in the pain that om feel. But..."

"He hates me." Tukas om Surya stopped the talk.

Pause for a moment, my brain immediately changed the topic. "Can't be. I know Nesya must love the same o'm."

"What do you know?" Cut Surya again.

Can't answer. All I know. Nesya got married to get away from her father. Maybe he feels like he has parents who are too tight. His rebellious soul wriggled to escape. But no way, it's not possible because of hate. Sure, no child really hates their parents.

The sky of Jakarta looks bleak from behind the window. The sun was right in the center of the frame, like a copper coin burning space.

"Time passes quickly." Surya throws a glance through the glass.

"All I remember the last time was taking her to Kindergarten on the first day of school." Surya's shoulders were slightly shaken due to a snort that sounded like laughter. "He was upset because we didn't want to give him to go out on his own" he said again in a claustrophobic manner.

I imagined Nesya's manyun lips accompanying her sprain face.

"His chest was only a five-minute walk from home, so he wanted to go alone." Om Surya faltered in laughter.

I'm trying to laugh. Surely this is a funny memory even though it sounds sad here.

Om Surya turned his head, challenging me right in the eyes. "That's the last one. After that, I don't know when he graduated from Elementary School. Where he entered Junior High School, what High School he chose." om Surya laughed again. Miris.

The om escaped the view back to the window. At first glance, his eyes seemed to be glazed. "Maybe if I'm not sick right now, I don't know where he's going to college." His index back rubbed the end of his eyes hurriedly.

Don't know what to say. I was finally just put on. Listen to the story of Surya.

Finished wiping both ends of his eyes, om Surya noleh again towards me. "You know what worried Jacob the most before he died?" Ask Surya seriously.

Om Surya breathed heavily. "what will his children worship after he died," he continued.

Spontaneous spoon in the hands detached. His clinking voice struck the edge of the bowl, shrill to the entire room. The heart inside my chest immediately spurred faster. My brain responds by preparing for various possible directions of speech.

"That's also my concern." Surya's shoulders are a bit shaken. His two fingers pressed against the base of his eyes. Hiding a stifled Issue.

I hurried to put the bowl on the nightstand. Surya's tears will increase the mucus in his nose. That will complicate the breathing process that has been very difficult.

I moved next to Surya, trying to calm him down by rubbing his back many times. Then after a few seconds, om Surya looks calmer.

"I can't bring back the time that was lost. But at will, before dying, I can carry out my last duty as a father." He patted me on the shoulder slowly. "I have chosen a priest to guide the journey of Nesya's life."

Reflex I stood up to hear the sentence of Surya. I swear, suddenly scared to death.

The priest? obviously I'm not qualified for that role. In my head began to count sins one by one. Long time no praying. Fasting also does not remember when it was actually full. I think it's still high school.

Zakat is also just zakat fitrah doang, even then because in the tagihin Mulu same mama every night takbiran. Pacarin's son a few times. Nidurin son of man, even if only two, sin remains a sin. Gini rich sinners deserve to be priests. Instead of taking him to heaven, do not even make his mother go back to hell.

"I'm not sure it's good enough to be a priest for Nesya..." My words stopped there.

Do not have the heart to continue to so squirm the expression of om Surya that can not be described between confused and astonished. Fortunately, Surya laughed.

"A humble person always feels that he is not worthy enough."

I laugh, but it tastes bitter. humble? Obviously what I said was not a humble excuse but a reality...

"If you're perfect, when's the wedding?" Om Surya chuckled again. My laughter is getting bitter. Marriage is okay, too. Isn't it just a temporary wedding? "So please.." The look in his eyes was so resolute despite his pain in the plight of weakness. "Jaga Nesya is fine." Om Surya finished his words with great difficulty.

Aarghs! want to scream directly in front of Surya. 'this is just a messy wedding! temporary wedding! whip-traan wedding! we are just using each other!' But these lips are locked. The tongue does not dare to move.

"Om Solar is overkill." I finally tried to switch the conversation, "Nesya's an adult. He can take care of himself" I continued while taking the bowl of marrow porridge that had only eaten two mouthfuls.

"Abisin used to be porridge om," I said as softly as possible and a spoonful of porridge I thrust again, but quickly held by Surya by hand.

"Do you have to promise to take care of Nesya?" he said full of emphasis

Damned! this marriage is only temporary. Now I must make promises to the people who are facing death?

"For him, his heart, and his religion, that is your duty as his priest." Holy hooch! Religion? I am just practicing my religion now is still unclear.

What is it, let's hurry? start pegel, nih hold spoon, where om Surya looks very serious again

"Zian?" surya is waiting for an answer.

Hadeh! I pull the spoon back into the porridge bowl. "Two days later I married Nesya. isn't that enough?" Reply without emphasis.

om Surya smiled Mangosteen. "Marriage itself is a promise" he said later in a very calm voice.

My brain was awakened by words about promise, about death.

oh my God! among all things, which words will be my hold?

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