Should We Get Married?
Meet Old Friends
Juan's car entered the lobby of a five-star hotel in Malioboro. We went down, walking side by side to the VVIP room Juan had prepared. We have to prepare before we meet his family.
"What other wounds will we receive?" I said, looking at the window of the hotel room we were staying in. Such a beautiful room cannot please my heart, I am still devastated by the fact of being kicked out of my family.
"Don't talk weird baby, God willing everything will be fine" Juan said, throwing a smile. A smile that does not come off because there is a burden there. I also know that Juan's family, like mine, did not accept this marriage. They've been against me, even since the first incident. "We'll be happy!" promise Juan. "My bride, I'm sorry, you have to go through everything. But I promise we'll be fine. You and I will be happy. We're gonna get our family back. You're sure, right? As hard as any stone, if it continues to be dripped water will be hollow as well. And so is their heart. Moreover, you are innocent. You also deserve to be happy. I am the sinner. Even if there's division, I'm the one who has to feel it, alone."
"Stttt, don't talk like my husband. You've already nurtured it. You deserve a second chance." I said.
"I'm sorry, baby." He hugged me slowly.
"Yes, I've forgiven you. Now we're leaving?" I asked, after glancing at the clock on the wall.
He nodded. Although both are not ready to face a situation that we believe will not be okay, but we both do not want to postpone this meeting. We've been told before we'll stop by Juan's parents, before returning to the capital.
We walked back to the parking lot. Not yet, suddenly someone called my name.
I squinted my eyes to recognize her, it turned out Mita. One of my best friends. I almost surged into disbelief, finally meeting after almost eight years we had never met or communicated. Before I meet him, I ask Juan to go to the car first, I'll follow. It feels very longing for one of my best friends who is famous cherry, if there is Juan we might not be comfortable letting go of longing.
"How are you doing Mit?" I asked, after we let go of the miss.
"Alhamdulillah I'm fine, Yu. You don't know, do you. I canceled Yu's college, my parents couldn't. There is a family problem that if told long. But now I've married Yu. I have two kids too. Men and women. I worked here for a long time, almost seven years. Although using a High School diploma, but the salary is good. My job is now a supervisor. The owner of this hotel is still my husband's brother. She supported my career because about eight months ago my husband had an accident, so he couldn't work. Paralyzed his legs, Yu. As a form of support yes they helped by raising my position which automatically rose also gajiki." Mita closed her short story while giggling. The actual sad story was casually packed so that the wound in his heart could be covered. "How are you? With Bagas mas said Tika mbak already separated huh? You go anywhere tho Yu, honestly we are all worried, pity me as well mbakmu. Crying continues if we visit them continue to hurt you. You should just go home, Yu. You are a darling. No matter how painful it is to fail to marry, the name of the family must be ready to help heal the wound. Then who was that? I think I've seen it, but who is Yo? I'm no stranger."
"Juan" I said.
"Ju ... Juan? That's Juan, Yu. Ahhh is right. How can I meet? You're nothing, are you? It's worth me feeling familiar, it turns out my feeling is right that it's Juan, our upperclassman. The bajing** that. Aye, right? I was so upset about him for ruining my best friend's life. The test of life that you are living because of him. Now I'll help you teach him a lesson. You don't have to worry Yu. You need my help?"
"Well, what does tho mean? Why husband? He's the one who's already infected you. How's the story, tho, Yu?
"Juan and I just got married this morning."
"Astagfirullah, why Yu?"
"Juan and I loved each other. That's why we decided to get married." I said.
"Astagfirullah, fear you Yu. It's kidding, right? Eling Yu's. Eeling! Istighfar you're that. How's tho story? Don't confuse me. Tell me. What the hell is going on? Did your family accept it? What do you mean, mr de, mas Yuda and mbak Tika? Do they allow that?"
"long story. It is clear that Juan and I are legal as husband and wife. I really wanted to tell you Mit, but not now "
"Yu, why are you?"
"Mit, sorry, but I can't explain. My time is very limited. Now I have to go to my in-laws' house. Next time I hope we have a chance to tell stories. I really want you to know what's really going on right now. But not now to tell him. Please don't think about Juan yet."
"Yes Allah Yu ...." Mita's speechless. A few seconds after I left, he came back. "Yes, you didn't forget what Juan did? I don't know what Juan did with you until you got married. But I just want to remind you that you were once made to suffer so much by him. He's a criminal, Yu. However, the name of the victim and the perpetrator cannot be together. If anyone gives a solution to get married then it is the worst solution. Especially after eight years have passed. Don't be fooled, Yu. You are a good woman, you deserve to be happy!" Mira. Before saying goodbye he made sure to me that he would always be there for me whenever I wanted because he felt his name.The victim and the perpetrator should not be united in the marriage bond. It's the same as hurting the victim.
I still stood still, digesting his words. Even though my best friend has left. There were many things that left me speechless in the end.
Victims and perpetrators, there's no way we can unite. Can't do. Whenever that! Those words kept ringing in my head until I started to think about whether or not this step I took was wrong?
I went back to exploring my heart. Trying to figure out, actually how I feel about Juan. There is love in this heart for him. A love that grows because we are together, after a bad event. After I really hated it. Then, is it wrong if the victim finally falls in love with the perpetrator? Can't it all happen? Why do we need to grow those seeds?
