Take Off Yourself

fainting

Yasmin, put on a sour face. He thought this morning would be very sick. However, hope is not in accordance with the wishes.

He's in good health and not sick or any other flu. Makes himself, increasingly upset.

Yasmin, looking at herself in the mirror reflection. Kebaya bride, white. Attached to the body, her face in thin makeup. The aura of beauty was on her face. Without it, a sweet smile.

"Aaaarrggh....Shit, why don't I get sick?". Grutu Yasmin, eager to remove the make up on her face. But where might he do it now.

"God, son. Look, you're so pretty. Unlike before, the first time you got married. The aura's out,". Said the other mothers, whispers began to be heard by Yasmin.

"Mom, please close the door to her room". Rengek Yasmin, did not want to hear the scorn of other mothers.

Her name was also the bride, it was definitely someone else crowding her. Yasmin, feeling sultry and claustrophobic. His room, filled with mothers and small children.

"Come, get out first. Bride, hot and tight". Pinta mua, who put on Yasmin's makeup.

Hoping, I fainted at this moment. Inner Yasmin, heaved her heavy breath.

Wall clock is on, showing at eight in the morning. But the show hasn't started yet either. Yasmin, it's getting more restless and unsettled. No signs, start the show. Is it true, Hanafi will not come.

"Didn't the show have started. Then, why not yet? O Allah, did Hanafi really not come? No way, God, I can't survive". Yasmin murmured, her tears were shed already.

He, no appetite. Immediately thrown to the window, afraid of the mother forcing herself. "What about your father and mother? Mas Hanafi, so have you to my parents. Me, who's already hurt your feelings. But, why did my parents follow along and endure the shame. It could be, father and mother do not consider me as a child anymore". Yasmin, squeezing her bridal kebaya.

The wall clock, as if to haunt his mind. Him, pacing to and fro. There was no sign, people entered the room.

Ceklek....

The door of the room opened, enter the mua who decorated Yasmin. "Gosh, why are you crying? Look, the makeup is a mess". Tegur mua, the ramakan.

"I'm sorry, I'm just moved by my marriage. Sorry, it ruined your makeup". Alibi Yasmin, smile.

"It's okay, just a little. It must be very nervous well, we have to go out. Because ijab kabul, it's done". Mua said, casually.

"What's? Kabul's ijab is over, when is Mbak ". Yasmin asked, not knowing at all.

"Loh, the fog at your husband's house earlier. Not at your parents' house. The mother, don't know". Tanya mua, who was curious.

"No, Ma'am. So, kabul is done...". Yasmin, instantly unconscious.

"Oh Allah, Yasmiiinn.... Yasmiii....". Mua, frightened and immediately asked for help.

"Mom iis, where's Yasmin? He, he must get out of the room. Tuh, Hanafi and others are waiting". The other mothers, too, waited for Yasmin's presence.

"That's what....Yasmin, Yasmin" Mua, was nervous and her heart was racing.

Hanafi, immediately turned to the source of the voice. He, rise from his seat.

The other mothers, immediately slammed into the room. That's right, Yasmin was unconscious.

Aminah ma'am, immediately took her son. Trying to build Yasmin, will but nil. "Wake up son, don't worry mom". Said the mother, with her tears.

Mr. Jamal, ask the other mothers to get out of the room first. Let her parents and husband come in.

"O Allah, why do you want. Wake up, son of Yasmin, son". Jamal sir, is worried about his son's situation.

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Half an hour later, Yasmin was examined by a doctor. The atmosphere also began to calm down, not like before.

"How's my son Doc Anwar? He's, all right". Ask Mr. Jamal, who is worried about his son.

"Alhamdulillah, father and mother are okay. He was tired and had a lot of thoughts. Please, his eating pattern is on guard. One more, don't overload his mind. Can be affected, with the health of Mr. Jamal's child". Doctor Anwar said, smiling.

"Thank you, Dr. Anwar. Lucky for you, you're home". Hanafi said, smiling.

"Let your wife rest first. Better, don't follow up on the wedding. Fearfully, your wife's condition is getting worse. When you wake up, please feed him. It seemed, his stomach was empty and did not eat at all".the doctor asked, directly.

"No eating? But the food was finished at the table. Mom, I asked him to eat sir". Sahut bu Aminah, he remembered once for bringing food to Yasmin.

Not eat?What he is, intentionally doing this. Inner Hanafi, look out the window. There's food, which is thrown there. "Alright, dokok. I'll feed myself later, feed him". Hanafi said, smiling.

Doctor Anwar, the pamit's home. So did Yasmin's parents, having to finish outside. Mr. Jamal, hand over Hanafi to look after his daughter.

"Aakhch.... Sshhhtt.... My head hurts so much,". Yasmin said, grimacing in pain.

"Ck, I'm sober. Satisfied, making a universal fuss". Hanafi, looked directly at Yasmin.

"Mas,you....Mas, what's in my room? Get out there, don't fuck around". Reproach Yasmin, still enduring the pain in her head.

"You forgot, Yasmin? If we're legal husband-wife,". Hanafi, with a sharp eye.

"Aakaakkhkh.....I don't think this marriage will happen. Why, did you change your mind? Do you, can't bear to see me hurt". Delik Yasmin's eyes, smiling disdainfully at Hanafi."Or, for my parents' sake again.that's just a mas, which you can make an excuse for".

"Don't worry about you, I didn't run for Widya. He, beg me. In order not to run away, during the marriage contract. He threatened suicide". Hanafi firmly, loudly.

Yasmin, smile at him. He, as if he did not believe. Her eyes, seeing her husband come out of the room. He, recently breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, he didn't run away. Thank you, Allah. I've been listening to my prayers,". Yasmin muttered, her feet coming down from the bed.

Ceklek....

Again Hanafi, go into the room and bring food.

Hanafi, put the food on the table. "Eat, don't throw it away again. Make it hard for people, what's the commotion everywhere". Jerk Hanafi, stay away from Yasmin.

"I don't want to eat". Reject Yasmin, instantly.

"Eat Yasmin, do not run over and have enough trouble others. Because you fainted, it's a pleasure to make an act that is not quality". Jerk Hanafi, again.

Yasmin, clenched both her hands. Forced, he put food in his mouth.

After eating, Yasmin headed straight for the closet. She, instantly changed her clothes. No matter the sharp look, Hanafi.

"Get out of here, I'm gonna change my clothes". Pinta Yasmin, turned her face the other way.

"You, there's no right to expel me Yasmin. Because of me, your husband. Mau, be a wife of the ungodly". Hanafi's voice, blaring all over Yasmin's room.

"Ck, here's my room. Like me, I don't care if my husband's mas". Delik Yasmin's eyes, smiling smrik.

Lazy to face Yasmin's attitude, Hanafi walked out of the room.