Status: Married

Nawang Trance

The wedding day of Tirta arrived. Yudhis who had been tidy with his Salem batik was waiting outside the room while Nawang was still dressing up.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, even more than that for Yudhis to wait. Yudhis had heard that women usually dress up for a long time. However, as long as Yudhis knew Nawang, never once had he been made to wait that long just to dress up.

Because of long worry, Yudhis then went into his room which is now officially their room.

“Lah..”.

Instantly Yudhis was struck, when he saw his wife still wearing a bathrobe with a finished face. The woman stood in front of a pile of dresses that were on a mattress with two hands on her waist. Regardless of what happened, an annoyed and confused expression appeared so clearly on his face.

“Kok not finished? Time to pause again, loh.” asked Yudhis.

Nawang glanced at Yudhis for a bit, then refocused on the pile of his dresses.

“You don't know. I'm upset, what clothes do you want to wear?” answered Nawang while scratching his head.

Yudhis forehead shriveling.

“Galau? At that time it was bought. This one right, you picked it?”

Yudhis picked up the dark green dress they had bought at the boutique together. He thought, maybe Nawang forgot or did not see the clothes.

“Haah..” Grunts Nawang.

It wasn't a snort of relief. In fact, looking at the shirt, Nawang increasingly looks upset.

“I tried that shirt. But.not even fit. I think I'm getting fat, deh.”

Nawang's shoulder descended while again snorting his breath. He's really astonished. The shirt was bought two weeks ago. When tried before there is still a little loose, but now it does not fit.

“Masa, anyway? Your feelings only time. It's still the same, kok.” Yudhis.

Every day they were together, and perhaps Yudhis did not realize that there was a change in his wife. He also always hugged Nawang every sleep, so he was clearly aware that there was fat suddenly appearing here and there.

“Not to entertain, deh. I'm fat, really. The proof of this shirt does not fit all.” deny Nawang with teary eyes.

“What clothes do I wear, dong? Hiks...” finally the cry was broken. Soon Yudhis embraced Nawang into his arms. He patted Nawang's shoulders gently, so that Nawang would be calmer.

Yudhis was not sure what was going on. Not usually Nawang cries just because his clothes do not fit. Nawang who usually, will not bother about this.

“Ya, already. Put on another shirt. Still a lot, right, your other clothes?” persuade Yudhis.

Nawang shook his head, then said, “So I've tried the other dress, but it also doesn't fit.. hiks..”.

“A... pantesan outside all.” thought Yudhis.

Then an idea came to his head.

“You want to buy a new one now? Mumpung still had time. The show is until afternoon.”

But, again Nawang shook his head. Her crying was getting louder too.

“Hueee. Hiks.. Look at the thighs! My SNSD leg is laaaang! Why do I eat so much, anyway?!”

“Where to wear pants? Shirt top blouse tops are also saucy, kok.” Yudhis was still trying to persuade.

Honey, instead of nodding, Yudhis was glared at.

“So, you also think that my thighs are so big? Yes?”

Forcibly, Nawang took off Yudhis embrace.

“Not that..”

“Terus what? You're the one who said I had to wear wide toad pants. Means you also said that my legs are swollen.” Nawang did not let Yudhis explain.

Yudhis massages his head suddenly dizzy, because of Nawang. He really didn't mean that. His words were pure, because he wanted to help Nawang choose clothes. Toh Nawang himself said that his legs were wide. Why is it that Yudhis is wrong now?

‘Pipip’

Amidst his uneasiness, suddenly Yudhis smart phone rang. In the heart of Yudhis was grateful, because there was already something that could distract Nawang.

“Mama nelfon. I lift the jerk, yes.” Yudhis asked permission.

He picked up the phone, then said hello, “Hallo, Ma.”

“You guys haven't reached the venue yet? Where is cariin, youh!” the middle-aged woman said from across the street.

Coincidentally Rista was an acquaintance of the bride's father, therefore he was invited.

“Yudhis and Nawang are still ready, Ma.” replied Yudhis.

Rista's sharp instincts said that there was a problem going on between them. Therefore, Rista asked Yudhis, “Hm.. try to give his phone to your wife, deh.”.

Yudhis gave his cell phone to Nawang.

“Mama... hiks..”.

Rista who was worried by Nawang's crying voice asked, “Lho, why are you crying? Yudhis what are you? Mama sentil later Yudhisnya!”

Nawang did not immediately reply, as he still set his voice. Only, a few moments later he explained, “I eat mostly.. His clothes. Yudhis said, feet so.. besaaaar.. huuuu.

“Hah?”

Nawang's explanation was a little messy, but Rista could still understand. What he did not understand was why just because the clothes were small, Nawang could be as sad as this?

“Emang, Yudhis said how? How did you cry so much?” ask Rista.

“Yudhis told me to wear my toenote pants just like a batik blouse.. because my dress on does not fit..” explained Nawang, still stammering.

“Not really fit?” Rista.

“Ngg... hiks.. I'm fat...”.

For a moment Rista thought, then said, “Ya, already. Mama will be at your apartment soon. You don't have to go anywhere first.”