Not Glass Cans

125. The Happy End 1

The long, towering gate was slowly shifted, opened by a male housekeeper who looked like a boy. My husband was talking to her. Apparently, he was a new employee and had never known my husband.

My steps hurriedly followed Garrick through the street in a straight yard extending towards a large, tall and sturdy house. This house is modeled like my mother's house in Kacuk, Malang City. Dutch-style but also modernized, renovated here and there. Only difference, Garrick's mother's house in Semarang is much grander and bigger than my mother's house.

And like split in two, even coupled with a long aisle building next door. Similar wards but very modern, such as mini housing lined and coupled.

Whyare..They can be rich everywhere.. Will my children and I be rich.. Ah, I can't believe I'm his wife.. I looked at the calm face of my hubbub while giving thanks in silence.

"Why is the model of his house made so, hubbi..?" I think the ward house is unique and interesting. Garrick looked at his mother's house as he continued walking.

"Yes. You forgot, wifi..? My mother was a boarding and rented room entrepreneur. The hereditary effort of the ancestors. Even the father and mother met as well because the father contracted in one of those rooms. When my father went to college. A moment with the son of a mother. And born me and my sister." Garrick laughed with his explanation. Yes, he once said he had a sister who went with his mother in Semarang, but I forgot about the story.

A voice-over surprised me and Garrick.

"Mass...!! Mas Jull...?!" A woman who was also veiled like me exclaimed from the porch. Garrick looked at me and smiled. I smiled too, but with a smile that astonished me.

Garrick walked even faster, holding me while dragging our own big suitcase. No longer a silver suitcase, my former immortal burden on a yacht long ago.

"April...You all healthy?" We've faced each other. April may be Garrick's younger sister. Beautiful, yet simple.

"Yes, mas. Alhamdulillahot. But I'm sorry, I was forced not to come on the show mas Jull. Because you have to accompany me." April has been saluting and kissing her brother's hand. The eyes look shiny, the water seems to pool there.

"Yes, Pril.. I-i understand. Instead I'm grateful, you want to be patient staying here taking care of our mother." April nodded, then looked at me.

"It's that Elsi, is it, mas? Real pretty.. Mas Jull, Miss Elsi, you guys are so compatible. Congratulations on your marriage.. May you be happy forever, yes....." April and I threw smiles at each other and shook hands and embraced. Kiss the right cheek and also the left cheek.

"Greetings from me, April... Uh, April deck, yaaa..?" Me and April both laughed.

"Well, miss Elsi.. I'm older than you by five years, but I'm an old man like this still your sister..." We laughed again. Ah, very smooth my introduction to this sister-in-law. I hope, he'll be both inner outer and well born, just like me. Aamiins. Uh, soy sauce promotion huh....? Ha.ha.. Let it..

April and I followed my husband slowly to a door. April told me, this is her mother's room. And now Garrick's gonna take me in to see his mother. Ah, enough pounding my chest!

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Miss Mayang, my mother-in-law's name was sitting on her super wide bed looking at me and Garrick. That face was so brightly happy when Garrick pulled me closer. In fact, the tear glass in his contorted eyes dripped profusely when the son who was missed, was greeting sungkem then hugged tightly.

Ms. Mayang waved softly at me after Garrick took off a hug. Without a doubt, I made it like the thing my husband did to him just now with a sense of urgency.

Ah, it feels so sad and tense. Ms Mayang also cried profusely as I tightly hugged her shoulders and back. She weakly hugged me. His body is still very weak. And there was no sound when I wanted to talk. Just move his hand and occasionally a hissing sound will come out of his mouth. And a sign that Mayang is wanting to talk. And only April will understand the meaning.

Garrick said Mrs Mayang suffered a concussion after a major accident on her way home from Jakarta. Despite heavy injuries to the head, Ms. Mayang was lucky enough to survive. Because, the driver was forced to not survive even though he was rushed to the hospital quickly.

Bu Mayang's condition gradually improved after passing through the coma stage for weeks. And now is routinely undergoing therapy with the treatment of brain and neurologist specialists, specially imported by Garrick from neighboring Singapore.

"Mas Jull's..Take your wife to the room. You guys just rest. But you eat first. Look, mommy's sleepy. The medicine he had taken had worked..." What April said was true. Ms. Mayang who was laid down in April, has begun to close her eyelids docked.

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Me and Garrick after taking a shower. The weather in Semarang at night is quite hot. As soon as the stomach was gone, we went straight back to the bathroom and took a shower. Aaah.., so fresh now..

Garrick's room is three times the size of my room in Kacuk. It might also be as big as our glass room in Rooftop. Dark painted, could be tosca blue. The bed was very large and wide. Sofa and television sets. And many other classy properties that complement this room.

Dig dug my chest feels jolted. When I approached a closet like a window whose glass was very clear and clean. Among the miniatures of various models and shapes that are arranged very neatly, I found an interesting object that is very familiar to me.

Yep.. The two-piece porcelain glass inside was very similar to my favorite glass at home. Do many people have it..?

"Hubbi.." I was very curious to approach Garrick. The beautiful man was drying his wet hair.

"What, my wife..?" Garrick put on the hair dryer and listened to me.

"Have you ever been to Merbabu? Four years ago.." Those brown eyes were very deep looking at me. Like something was weighing it.

"Why...? Have you seen that glass?"

Garrick's hand while embracing me. Take me to the couch and hold me.

"Yes, El... It has become your favorite glass, which previously was my favorite glass. But your mother took it out for Nino. Never wear that glass again, yeah.. If it's kept it doesn't matter." Oh, heart.. It's hard for me to believe. This is a big surprise to me.

"Wifi...You remember, why did I give it to you?" Auhghs.. Between my shock-thump, Garrick's outstretched hand stroked my face and lips. I slowly nodded at him.

Four years ago, I climbed deep into Mount Merbabu in Central Java, with five of my friends. Four men and two women, me and Titin. Four boyfriends join in one dump (mini tent that maximum contains 4 people). I'm both with Titin in my private dump. Next to our tent was another dump containing three men. We don't recognize each other. All were wearing mountain hats with faces covered.

Almost early in the morning, a stressful event occurred. The neighboring tent turned out to have been badly torn because the wind Merbabu at night was very strong. One of them was apparently suffering from hypothermia or extreme cold.

The chief climbed us, asking me to take two of them to my dump. While one, join the five in the male dump with the leader to climb me.

Be me, Titin, a hypothermic man and a big-bodied man, join the four in my dump. Our climbing leader also exists for monitoring hypo sufferers.

The hypo affliction of the thin man was getting serious, even though I had given him my sleeping bag. It even began to pass through almost all of his clothes - severe hypo would turn that extreme cold into a hot and sultry feeling. Manipulation of the actual and very dangerous cold.

If it continues like that.feeling sultry without clothes.when the body temperature is getting plummeted. The last risk, of course, is the threat of death. The big-bodied man who was likely the little brother was so panicked and in a frenzy.

The last step, I did want someone to go into the sleeping bag to try to recover the skinny man's body temperature. And..I had to be the chosen one. Because, coincidentally on the climb this time, the team that I got all boomber bodies. Can't fit both in a sleeping bag. Including that, Titin. A very large category in my group.

Come inside the sleeping bag with the hypo guy. Every effort I make. Talking, telling stories, singing and singing were chanting prayer verses in the hypo man's ears. Until I put chocolate in my mouth and I put it in hypo's mouth. Hugs.iya.so I took a peek at the hip man's hug. If this.. We are.whoever we are.also I.very totality in maintaining the consciousness of the sufferer.

Alhamdulillahot..All our efforts have succeeded. The hypo began to complain coldly and could be spoken to by his brother.

Ketuaku had told some friends to get off the news.At any time the SAR team of Merbabu climbers will go up to pick up.

The hypo was fully conscious and I was let out of the sleeping bag by my ketuu. The skinny man began to want to eat anything warm given by his brother.

Until the SAR team comes to pick up. Before leaving, the big man, the hypo brother whispered to me.

*Save this glass. I am currently panicking. Didn't get to know you. I hope to meet one day. I owe you a lot. Thanks though.* The big body guy gave me a pretty red sheet and a pretty porcelain glass on my lap, before leaving and vanishing with the SAR team down the Merbabu peak. I was sitting..I also felt very tired at that time..

That was my last climb...Four years ago...

Auwf... Garrick has moved me to a soft bed in bed. It seems like in a moment, my husband will become a great warlord again to me. I'm getting along with his general's willingness to explore myself again.

"So.. That hypothermic skinny guy is Zayn?" Garrick nodded, he began to crush me.

"And the other one, gave me a glass, is that you, hubbi..?" Garrick nodded again, he was busy throwing down my shirt.

"Then, the other one, have I known him now?" Garrick nodded again.

"Armand..." Garrick mentioned the name of the third man.

"Wifi El's.. I hope Zayn never finds out about this fact. I don't want him getting any harder to move on from you. You want to promise, wifi El..?" Garrick's face was so close to mine.

"certain. I-i promise. I also really don't want him to know anything. Don't worry about my hubbub.."

"Why did you go up the mountain, hubbi..?" Garrick's done blowing all my clothes off.

"Zayn is very anxious. He's on vacation with me to Java with Armand. Zayn's celebrating his high school graduation.."

I shut up, no longer want to talk. Garrick is the same as me. We are now drowning in war. War favors heading to the peak of victory to the heaven of the world together..

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