When she looked at her son and daughter, she came back to where it all started, a very long time ago where these wrinkled eyes were round and beautiful, before all these wrinkles came and faded the beauty, before her two children were born, before the man of her life was fighting for his life in the operation room that day.
Never in their marriage her husband cheated on her or treated her inappropriately. The husband kept his words like how a man should be. It took seven years of waiting untill she finally gave birth to a baby boy and the following two years, a baby girl added more colors to the happy small family. She reminisced all the joys and difficult times they’d been through. All the hard works that her husband dedicated his life to in order to provide good life for her and the kids. All the promises he kept. And God is The Hearer of every word and every promise. Remember, not only the man made a promise. As the husband had kept his words, now it’s time for her to prove hers.
She was moved to these recent hard seven years, when her husband had suffered a serious disease. Time by time the disease embezzled his gallantry. His steps was getting shorter and shorter. Though his lips could smile, and blurted out fresh unpredictable jokes, it was getting harder and harder for him to walk. Suffered the sore every night and day. She reminisced how she took care of her companion along the way, like having a baby again in her 50s. To massage his feet patiently every time the pain stroke. To listen to every moan. To bathe him and clean him out of feces and many more... just like having a baby... in her late 50s.
The oldest child was fighting for success in Jakarta in order to bring pride for the family, the youngest—the daughter—was in her way of completing her college degree. Mostly, the one she could rely on is her only self, but that ain’t matter as long as everybody’s fine. Truly a devoted mother and wife she was.
All she could do was praying and praying for the best or worst that could happen. And soon after the operation room door opened, she came near to the patient bed, followed it wherever the nurses dragged it to. Laying on it was her husband moaning unconsciously.
His face was pale, only he and God knew how painful the surgery was. It was still hard for the husband to say a word, even to whisper. But he insisted to say something and his wife to hear it. Painstakingly, he said the sweetest words a husband can give after heavy surgery, “Happy wedding anniversarry...what present do you want?” . Yes, the operation was conducted on the date of their wedding anniversary, not even the wife remembered it. It was purely coincidence but the husband’s remembering it was surely not a coincidence. “I want nothing but you to be healthy as you were.” She replied.
My name is Citra Ayu wardani and I am one lucky daughter.