Pain(Tings)
Chapter 17: Broken heart
Trella takes Sita to the back garden of her family. Sita itself is comfortable while there, moreover, many plants are cared for neatly by her mother. Pratista is a typical mother who is predicted to be a daughter-in-law and dream mother, maybe that's what people think about her mother. Though Sita herself was very fed up with her mother's apathy.
“I make sure you are not here to daydream Sita,” Tegur Trella.
Sita nodded slowly, then turned to Trella. “Today you look different. Something bothering you?” Then as if remembering the incident at dinner last night, Sita immediately shook her head. “I mean, is there anything that makes you object to our family plan?”
Trella first walked towards the gazebo and placed her body on the long chair facing directly towards the fish pond. Sita sat down next to Trella and watched him closely.
“Not only that so my thoughts at this time,” complained Trella and looked back at Sita at a glance.
“If you are ready to make a story, do not hesitate Trella. We grew up together,” advice Sita.
Trella felt sad with the words thrown by Sita. “You're right, we're grown up together..” Trella's words hang, after exhaling, Trella again continues the finished sentence. “But if it has to be compared, I think it's better we're in childhood longer than we should.”
Chief Sita moved in approval to Trella's remark. Sita looked up at the night sky crowded by the stars and crescent moon that accompanied her. “Indeed, that childhood life feels short when we have grown up like now.”
The lights were dim and the wind blew on Sita's face, making some of her hair swept by the wind. “But precisely by passing the current adult phase, we are required to better understand the pace of life that looks terrible in the eyes of small children.”
Helaan breath coming out of Trella's lips that look shivering, attracting Sita's attention. “Ella, should we go inside? You are cold.”
Trella shakes. He'd rather be cold here than he'll feel tightness later. Secretly, Trella observed the significant changes of Sita. His face that used to be a little cute, now added sayu. Even if Trella can be honest, Sita's current appearance is very contrary to her sad facial ripples. This has meant a lot of things for Trella.
“Here aja, Ta. Most of the things I want to tell you before you know it from others,” explained Trella.
Perhaps the result of the exposure of the night wind that made Sita feel her body colder. There was a strange beat that he was uncomfortable feeling. Sita looks forward to what Trella wants to tell her with anxious expectations.
After seeing the nod from Sita, Trella began to explain the origin of her family's decision.
The incident started from a misunderstanding when Trella attended a bachelorette party at one of the famous bars in Central Jakarta. Trella thought, the whiskey she used to drink, even though she was stooped, would not make her drunk. But because of the unstable condition of her body and the recklessness of Trella drinking whiskey, due to his stupid actions, Trella almost lost her honor. If only there were no men who helped last time, it is certain Trella will end up with a state of not a girl anymore.
“But Mama first knew that I spent the night at the man's house and thought that no-no.” Trella glanced at Sita who was still silent, without cutting off her conversation. “Especially after Mama can satire from her social friends, if her daughter is not a virgin anymore. The more intensive the effort of Mama to make friends,” she explained nelangsa.
Sita patted Trella's back slowly. Moral support to his friend. “But you've clearly all the same Aunt Adira right?”
Trella nodded lethargicly. “Multiple times. But Mama hunted keukuh especially when she knew the man who howled me, a very potential candidate. He said it was also.” Trella grimaced as she explained the end of her sentence. His face showed discomfort.
“But Aunt Adira is right. Especially here, not like in Jakarta which more adheres to western culture.” Sita looked at Trella, trying to figure out what her cousin was really hiding. “At least, surely your mother chose the best candidate for you.”
Trella just let the night pass with Sita's ignorance about the Trella couple.
...•••...
The seasonal holidays that Sita gets at the university, make it more free to spend time in Indonesia. Even Aunt Adira really made her words come true by preparing everything in detail. Trella's marriage will last at least three months. Sita can understand the happy hue on Aunt Adira's face that is contagious on Trella.
Pratista, who had just returned from her job, briefly glanced at her daughter who was observing Trella and Adira's interactions. “You already know the candidate Trella?” ask Pratista suddenly.
The smile that Sita originally showed, suddenly disappeared. He looked at his mother with a lookout. “I don't know yet. Trella hasn't given me the info. But seeing the hue of her happy face, I guess, Ella will be happy with her marriage, right?”
“Yakin, that's all you saw from Trella?”
Sita's eyes poked towards Pratista. “What's Mom mean, anyway? Mom is not happy seeing my own sodara happy?” the sarcasm.
Pratista breathed. He looked at his daughter with concern. “It seems that if you know Widan who is a candidate for Trella later, what do you do?” Then Pratista patted Sita's head. “Mom hope you don't act stupid after.”
The pratista just passed. Leaving Sita who was still on the verge of his consciousness due to the information he got from his mother.
“Trella and ... A midwife? This ... true?” Then Sita looked at Trella who looked happy preparing for her marriage. Sita held back the rumble that continued to hit the wall of her defense so as not to cry. Yesterday many days Sita spent crying, Sita had to find her own truth.