I’m a woman. 3 months ago I graduated from a senior high school in Surabaya and a few hours ago I’m 18 years old. I did not include a rich woman. I stayed with my mother in the old white house. my house is located in the center of the city. I was surprised how the old house is located in the center of the city. My mother was a very devout religion. Every day he followed the lectures regularly at a mosque near our old house. My father was an office worker whose salary was not enough to fulfill my and my mother needs for a month.
One afternoon when I was 16 years old, it was my mother and father's wedding day are to 33, my father drove his favorite motorcycle to came back home. In his pocket he had prepared a gold locket for gift. In this locket is wrote one sentence, “first, I was asking you to marry with the word Bismillah, after 33 years I was still on the original destination.” He took the locket in his pocket and he smiled. suddenly a truck from the opposite direction hit my father and he died in the incident. Me and my mom got shocked and fell. But we knew that our attitude never made my father came back. So, slowly we rised.
Surprisingly, before his departure, my father wrote a testament that was unexpected. He left the sum of 3 billion, a luxury car and a job for my mom. I never thought my father could raise that much money in his life. I never thought that my father could raise that much money in his life. happily, head of the company gave job for my mother because my father was his good friend. And I also never thought that my father asked me to marry at the age of 18.
I sat on an old swing behind the house, slowly I moved swing. I glued to my musings. Suddenly, a woman who was no longer young came up to me with a face that never glum,
“Hi my daughter! Why are you sad? ", She asked.
"No mom, I'm not sad.", I said lying.
"Never lie to your mother, my daughter, since in the womb you're with me. You could not lie to me.”, said mom.
"Mom .. I'm 18 years old, and do you remember about a testament from Dad, Mom? I'm not ready to get married. I was still 18 years old, I still want to play with friends, working, looking for who I am. " I said with hesitation.
"I know definitely you are not ready to marry. Dad’s decision is very hurry. I do not force you to get married in a hurry. Whatever you say, dear. "
In my birthday, I felt the indecision and sadness because of a testament
"Dad ...", I said to myself.
After sitting on the old swing, I came out of my reverie, I decided to go around the city of Surabaya. Surabaya city is beautiful, but not as beautiful as my heart today. I arrived in the main square of Surabaya is very broad. I saw all the stout body, hair cropped short, broad chest, tall stature was running around the square in Surabaya, considering it's still early days. Suddenly one of the soldiers hit me,
“Astaghfirullaah..”, I said.
"Ehh .. sorry I did not intentionally, I'm sorry. You all right? ", He said proudly as he helped me up.
"I'm okay.", I replied.
"Your hands are bloody, treat first.", he answered.
"No, thanks.", I said.
I immediately walked away. Her beautiful eyes made me unable to look long time. Her hands are soft. He was a good man. Instantly woe lost because the meeting. After walking around, I decided to go home.
The next day my mother told me to buy a Martabak near the market. It was on Friday around 12.30. The Muslim have just completed the ritual prayers Friday. When I walked to go home, I saw a familiar figure. He walked proudly and weared a prayer rug and a black cap. Without realizing that I had seen for so long, so she saw me. Before I could escape he greeted me,
"Hi ..", greeted him.
"Eh .. Hai .. ", I replied.
"You are a woman who yesterday right? sorry about yesterday. "
"Yeah, it's okay, do not be discussed."
“hahaha , yeaah, no problem, anyway, where are you from?”
"I just bought martabak for my mother in Mak Ndut’s stall.”
You also often buy there? Mak Ndut is my subscribe but why we never met before? Hmm.. "
Realy? Mak Ndut is also my subscribe.
"Anyway what's your name? From yesterday I did not ask your name. "
"My name is Bunga. You? "
"I am Setiana. Just call Tian.”
After a long conversation, we parted in front of my house. His house is located behind my house. Now I mostly met and talked with him and one day I decided to marry with Tian.
The wedding was going very smooth and happy. That day I promised to be faithful to the Tian, My husband. I also prayed that we would get lasting and fun marriage. Now, my father’s request had granted. I was relieved and happy.
After the wedding, I followed Tian to go the official army. We stayed at there. I love to live with my husband. Before marriage I did not know much about Tian and along a time I knew him well. He was kind, friendly, loyal, compassionate, and responsible. He never forgot remind me to pray. He was a good priest to me. He was also responsibility and discipline soldier. He did his work with patience and sincerity. I'm so lucky to be his wife.
In one day, Papua disintegrated. all television stations broadcasted the news of Papua. Disputes occured everywhere, many people died, and the damage occurred everywhere.
when I was eating with Tian, came a white letter. He opened and read it slowly. The letter contained about Tian’s assignment. He is asked to go to Papua. He would to kept Papua. My heart was crushed. I did not know why I was so sad because hear the news. I could not imagine I was in Surabaya while my husband in Papua. I'd love to ban Tian to go to Papua. But that was impossible, it was his job.
The night before Tian went to Papua, I could not sleep. I thought Tian. Worried struck my soul. I did not want things that I did not want to happen in the Tian. Throughout the night and even then I cried.
Early in the morning at around 5:30 a.m Tian was ready to go Papua. It made me even more sad and hurt.
" Tian, do not go."
"I’m still go. it's my job to be soldier . Do not worry, Dear. I'm fine there. Hopefully every night I'll call you. "
Finally Tian went to Papua. to got rid of loneliness, I returned to my mother's house. I told her about my fear of losing Tian. The day continued, every night Tian always called me.
In the evening, heavy rain with wind swept Surabaya. It's about 2 hours I waited for a call from Tian. But he did not call. She was very afraid.
Kriing.. Kring…
“Halloo, assalamualaikum.”, greeted me.
“waalaikumsalam.. Can I speak to Mrs. Bunga?”
“Yes, This is me. sorry who is talking to me?”
“iam from papua, Mrs Bunga. I want to let know that Tian had just been shot by other soldier. “
“What? Impossible!! My husband is okay?.. How is he? where is he now?”
“Now he is in hospital and is unconscious. You do not worry we will try to keep it well.”
“I will go to Papua….”
“No!! when he arrived in Papua he told me that if he was ill you should not come to Papua. You should be at home. he did not want to make your trouble.”
So, I was cried and cried. I thought about it all night. I could not sleep.
"How can I sleep? When I do not know your situation there.", I said to myself.
around 2:30 am I still could not sleep. suddenly someone knocked on my door. Slowly I opened my door. Unexpectedly, I knew him. He was my husband. Tian. I hugged her tightly. I saw the wound in his head. Surely it was the former shot. I cried to see it. Sadness, fear, longing, and happy because he could go home.
“Assalamualaikum, my wife! I love you my Dear.”, my husband said.
“Waalaikumsalam my dear. I love you too. I miss you so bad my husband. How you come back? You’re naughty! You’re sick. You may not go far!”, I said.
“Do not you remember? This first day of our wedding. I can not afford to miss. I think I can give you a surprise tonight. but the plan fails when I left for the airport. I was shot by a man who I did not know. and when I realize I ask permission to go to Surabaya. And finally I'm here...”
“Ohh.. my dear. Thank you. I love you.”
I hugged him again. I’m so happy because I met him a years ago. I promised to my self I never left him and never let you go. Because I love him very much.
