Yes, if you think about it. I know everything happened because of my reckless mistake. Arman was like that because of my temptation. So far he never did.
"Yeah, Honey, I'll try not to do anything reckless again, but it's not that easy either," I said, covering my face with my hands.
Arman cupped his hand to my chin,
"No Nez, we ... not just you. We will go through together. I'm glad you want to listen to me. All for you, for your good Nez and me," he continued.
I nodded as a sign that I understood and digested his words carefully, he gently grabbed this hand.
"Let's go back there, we're done," said Arman after he had gotten the medicine for his wound healing.
Apparently the bus is also ready to slide back to its original destination. They have made minor repairs. Even though it was late in the afternoon, we would continue our journey, so it must be late when we got home. Passengers have started to board and enter the bus again. We who walked slowly from the health center had arrived at this sight, so without waiting long the two of us joined the ride again to continue this journey.
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"Where is the child since yesterday I didn't see her in this house, Mom?" Father sarcasm at my mother in a tone of surprise and as if ready to burst into anger. A string of birds chirping accompanying every morning in the wild does not make the atmosphere of my house so beautiful. The sheen of dew is falling more because last night the rain did not lighten the anger of a father towards his daughter who he thought disappeared from nowhere, the brown shirt with black cloth pants added to the horror of the furious tone of the man who had the title my father.
"Mother already told me, Dad. She's staying at Liza's house, so yeah, let's go to work. I called Liza last night, Dad. Inez needs some time alone and she's used to talking to young people." The story of Mother who for my sake was willing to lie to Dad, how I almost never understood Mother telling things that were not true to me especially to Dad, but this time, this morning. Mother did it, this woman full of gentle hues never had the slightest feeling of anger in front of me or Father. Truly a patient and obedient woman made me the woman I am today. Her casual attire never displayed extravagance or extravagance adding to her elegance and simplicity.
I know very, very well that Mother is not good at lying, but for the sake of her child, anything a mother does, another sin because of me. Hummm ... That's right Arman said. Her lie to her husband was not a good thing that came and came from me. My behavior yesterday that I judged small__turned out to be wrong.
"Advise your daughter, Mom, don't let her have strange plans. I don't want things to happen, Mom," Dad said while sipping the coffee that had been waiting for his master to enjoy. After breakfast this morning served by his beloved middle-aged woman.
"All of this is not easy, Father. Our daughter will obey us. She's a good kid, but he needs support and attention from her friends to strengthen herself at this time, Dad. For the time being, don't be in a hurry and be rash, Dad. Slowly she will be able to accept everything. It's not easy to turn your heart away. It's like I'm never young." Mother teased while throwing a pinch on her husband's waist and lightening the atmosphere so that Dad forgot his anger and mom didn't want to go into more detail. Suddenly the father squirmed in surprise, remembering that he too was once young, had fallen in love. And never chased love.
"Yeah, just arrange it, Mom, she's your daughter, so Mom will know better? Later I want to talk to her about a family meeting with the candidate, Mom," continued Dad, suddenly surprising the interlocutor who had been beside him.
"Don't be, it seems like you're forcing Dad. He's separated from Arman, it's been hard enough, step by step Dad. Why are they bringing them together so soon?" Mother asked spontaneously getting up from her seat and cradling herself while stroking Dad's shoulder, maybe it was meant to seduce him.
"Wow! What's wrong with you, Mom? If it lingers, you can't do it, there are already people who are ready to propose to our child. Inez must move on, Mom, please seduce her, Mom. Dad will invite the prospective mother inl law and father in law at home," explained Father while moving his hands like a teacher who gives an explanation to his students. Mother seemed to take a deep breath because she didn't know what to say anymore, because Dad had already made up his mind in arranging the designs and patterns.
"It's already this hour, Dad just goes to work first, if Inez comes home first, I'll tell Dad to calm down," said my mother to remind the time. Followed by routine sights every day, namely a warm kiss that was given to Father's hand, reciprocated a kiss on the forehead for Mother which became a common thing.
The mother, who had not slept since last night because she thought of me, still thought well of us. She really believed in Arman's promise. Moreover, I really know Arman__in-law, whom my mother really loves (but was thwarted by my father).
Maybe around five o'clock in the afternoon it will get there. It would be about ten hours for us to travel normally, but because we were interrupted by the tragedy of the bus slipping, the time needed was definitely longer.
Arman always chats with my mother, without my father knowing. Arman didn't tell my mother about the incident, just gave the reason the bus got stuck, didn't forget Arman also informed Liza to ask me for permission not to come to work today, all of Arman arranged it, I don't know if I had any thoughts there at all. I'm still in a state of confusion even though I'm starting to get enlightened little by little about this situation, because Arman has given me a lot of input.
I don't know what my father's intention is to rush to marry me, even though his daughter still needs time to heal her wounds. This 58-year-old middle-aged man feels he is not young enough anymore, maybe that's why he immediately wanted to marry me.
Is it reasonable to expect grandchildren? Ooh no! I never imagined it would go that far, imagining being married to a foreign man was awkward enough for me. What about thinking much later? I can't, I don't know why I was born as one person's daughter? If I had brothers, sisters, brothers, this would not have happened, the burden that feels swaying on my shoulders, my veins are congested for the blood to flow through my life. Surely I can share and I rely on my brothers, maybe my brother will defend me, maybe my sister will support me ... Maybe ... Maybe, just the word maybe is something that is not happening right now.
Because in reality there is. I'm alone. I had to carry everything on my own without knowing what to choose because I was not presented with a choice, there was only a decision that I had to make based on the orders of the head of the household who had been in charge for decades.
Arman can no longer step forward towards me, there is only one step more and more steps to back away from me. Nothing will be able to change it.
except the man I do not know it!.