Why We Married?

Flashback (Warehouse part 2)

Zzzraaahh......

The clinking of the sound of the raindrops crashing onto the steel roof of the building without the deck woke me up unconscious.

There was a sound of thunder whispering quietly from a distance, and a bright light that lasted a short time from my closed eyelids.

I opened some of my eyes and moved a little of my body that was lying on the mat with a worn blanket.

I held my neck that felt sore along with the pain like it was scratched by a human nail.

"Warehouse!" I murmured as I looked around, staring in the pitch-black and only in the dim moonlight peering out of the ventilation holes.

I held my own head while thinking hard about what happened to me one last time.

Why would I be in a shed and lying on a mat with a worn blanket?

Bbraakk...

The sound of things falling on the corner of the building wall made me aghast and with reflex my body immediately stood up in shock.

Don't tell me, I was kidnapped by Genderuwo and brought to this warehouse?

Then she'll make me her bride before I get to marry the man I love.

Then when I was married, my husband did not even believe that my first night had been taken by genderuwo, then my husband threw me out of the house and considered me stun, and then....

Ahh..k*mpret, why should genderuwo, why not just cogan!!

Bbraanck....

The sound of falling things was heard again.

I grabbed a piece of wood coming from the broken leg of the chair, and held it up high so that if the genderuwo approached, it would bear witness to our painful first meeting, if mempan!

Landing I approached the direction of the sound and watched my steps so as not to stumble with the items in the warehouse.

The sound of thunder booming accompanied by the noise of the fall of rainwater that hit the tile, then dramatic by the lack of light in the warehouse, and, and the creaking sound that my own footsteps make. Making the atmosphere in this warehouse increasingly gripping.

Until I went to the source of the sound that turned out to be in a corner of the building room that was not too much stuff that piled up.

Until my steps stopped when I heard an unclear muttering sound like raving using a foreign language, similar to Japanese but also heard German dialect.

"Who?" I asked in a loud voice holding tightly to the wood and approaching towards the corner.

The noise was heard even more as I moved a step further and saw the silhouette of a black shadow under the corner of the building.

Gggra.dooorr....

The lightning light that was followed by the thunderous sound entered into the dark warehouse, so that in an instant the appearance of a human body that was curling up showed its back to me.

His face facing the wall, his hands grabbing his hair and earlobe, the noise was now heard very clearly after the sound of thunder and lightning followed by the rain of wind that hit the roof tile.

Ppstraang...

By itself the wooden stick slipped from my hand, while staring at the human silhouette in the corner with a curled position.

A few seconds later, I realized, if he's the one who made me here unconscious and woke up with a neck full of nail marks that plowed into my neck skin.

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I don't know what happened after that?

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in a hospital room with an oxygen hood and an intravenous hand.

One of the nurses who had seen me open her eyes, immediately rushed out of the room with shocked bulging eyes.

Not a minute later came 3 doctors and several nurses who filled my room, one of the doctors opened my eyes with a small flashlight that resembled a pen.

I wanted to find out what was happening, and to talk to people in all-white clothes who had shrouded my existence.

But for some reason my whole body was stiff and motionless, my jaw was tightly locked, my tongue was deafened, my voice was not even restrained.

I saw and heard and realized everything that was happening in this room, but my whole body was as stiff as it could not move. Only my eyelids move up and down and respond to the light reflected by the flashlight directed at my eyes.

"Call his parents!!" Said one of the doctors who had a thick beard and was thin and tall with an age that was not young anymore while turning off the small flashlight and stopping to highlight my eyes.

Soon my mother and father came wearing their state dress and immediately cried in my body that could not move, their cries both describe happiness and also heartache at the same time.

My mother prostrated herself on the floor several times while crying out for the oneness of God while saying unceasing breadfruit she let out of her mouth, while my father continued to cry sobbing, and held my stiff hand while scooping his own face that was filled with tears and also sweat that bathed his temple.

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"Anya Arelista's parents!" Call the doctor who just touched my eyes into the room.

Both of my parents moved out of their places and approached the doctor.

"Praise God, father and mother are finally out of critical times!" The doctor said as he stared fixedly at the faces of my parents.

"Let's talk about this outside. Anya had to rest a lot to restore her condition to recover as soon as possible!" The doctor said, leading my parents out of the room.

But the conversation of those outside the room was still heard by my ears, even their conversation sounded very clear as if they were talking in front of me.

"Prolonged situational trauma will result in damage to as a function of his brain so that the mother's child and father will experience total paralysis for a while!" The doctor's words were clearly heard by my ears.

"It's just a matter of time!" The doctor continued with a trembling voice as if he was calming my parents.

"For now Anya is diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Strees Disorder or commonly known to the public as PTSD as I arrived first to my father and mother yesterday, if the condition suffered by Anya is caused by a painful tragedy that makes the sufferer feel pain physically and mentally!"

A few minutes later they could no longer hear their voices and only wept from my mother.

"Given the medical records I received, Anya has experienced 2 times like this, and it indicates that her condition will get worse if not done the right action and treatment. Therefore I, as a personal physician in charge of handling rare cases like this, suggest to conduct psychic training in mobilization and hypnotic therapy."

The silent voice returned and only my mother's voice still sobbed.

"Anything doc. Do whatever it takes to heal our son!" Reply to my father's raucous voice.

"I will do my best to heal my father!" Answer the doctor.

"Only, it is likely that the duration of this treatment will be long and take up to months. This is also influenced by the determination and self-motivation Anya to recover immediately. Therefore, I hope Mom and Dad to continue to provide support to Anya in terms of psychic and psychological!!" Said the doctor with a soothing warm voice.

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3 months later.

"Him!" Call Libiru while approaching me who is taking care of campus administration and all the material behind it.

"How are you. Your feet can be on your way." Libiru asked in my footsteps.

"Udah, thank you for worrying!!" Answer me briefly while smiling.

No one knew what happened in the school shed, how it went, what happened after that, and how I was suddenly in the hospital.

No one knows the story, not even I remember it.

When I asked anyone who might know why I was in the hospital, and how it was after I got out of the barn, they chose to shut up and not speak.

Even a week before I was declared cured and out of the hospital with a normal body with a healthy walafiat, some nurses told me that not many people knew about this other than some people who took care of me and some of the doctors who handled me.

The nurse said that the incident that had happened to me was described as a traffic accident that injured my leg so it must be in the gift, it also led to a ban on visits from anyone other than my parents who came to see me.

It was as if the incident had been in the lock of the meeting and no one noticed it other than the one involved in it.

Although the situation felt strange and unnatural, the nurse remained silent and did not say any reason why such a case was even hidden, until I had no other choice but to cooperate with this situation, and let others assume I had been in a terrible accident.

DEG....

My path came to a halt when I accidentally walked past Brother Archie. And we looked at each other.

Our expressions were both clumsy and equally startled, with rounded eyes enlarged, as well as both hands clenched.

He looks fine, nothing happened to him. Even his body looks more energetic and fresh, which is inversely proportional to me who is weak and less energetic after recovery.

Without a second thought, I immediately turned from my path and walked out from before him with a run.

If only, there was a piece of my memory that I wanted to erase. Surely I will erase the memories that have happened about him, but already impregnated, as well as clothes that are stained by permanent ink, washing will still leave stains.

As often as I do hypnotherapy sessions that are done to me, memories with him in the warehouse that I still remember until my whole body twitched.

It's what keeps me in pain, so it has to take months to get used to destroying speculation that it's just part of my painful past.

Until I completely forgot about it, and my condition gradually improved.

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2 Years later.

"Isn't that?" My words froze in the living room while staring fixedly at my two smiling happy parents with teary eyes.

"I mean fuck. Marry, that's right!!" I said my own panic while pulling my hair.

I can't believe that my parents intend to get me married as soon as possible.

"The candidate already exists. You just wear your wedding dress and sit in the coat." My father answered me and blinked his eyes at my mother.

Braakk...

I slapped the table, but my parents were not surprised and kept smiling at me.

"La tegile, married from mane. Ikam piker kite ne idup de era Siti Nurbaya, nak must be dejudoek from urang tue and idup kat Datung Maringgi. Nukonen gilak nunton nuba!" The language of my bar-bar area came out, in times of intense conditions like this.

*Translate; F*ck, marital what. You think we are living in the era of Situ Nurbaya, who must be in the soul mate of parents continue to live together with Datuk Maringgi. Don't worry, don't watch anything weird!!

The two of them just smiled at my stern behavior, and linked eyes while raising eyebrows.