A Decision

At last..

A few months later..

The moon has changed..

My pregnancy is eight months old. My body is starting to feel heavy to do all the activities.

My restaurant is now advancing and now I leave it to my confidants. I just focus on taking care of the family and the baby will be born.

The children have forgiven Abimanan's father, but their relationship is still tenuous. Not like children to abi Bimo.

Abimanan and Rizal have forgiven each other. They also live together.

Audy has been found and is now in psychiatric hospital treatment. His plan after recovering, Bimo will take him to live in his boarding school.

Adlan was held for ten years, while Reyna was sentenced to ten months.

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My life I never imagined would be this happy. Have children who are Soleha and always support me at every step.

And mama Atika who always encouraged me in every step, to keep moving forward.

Like a dream, a new feeling yesterday I experienced a difficult thing but today. The fruit of my patience has produced something of happiness, affection and family that I never dreamed of and imagined.

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At home..

16.00 WIB hours

I sat alone, accompanied by a glass of pregnant milk that was still warm. I saw a lot of rain coming from my window.

Feelings of anxiety, waiting for Bimo and the children who have not come home from school..

Why did the rain stop for so long. My grouse in my heart.

"Manda Ma. It's the black sticky rice ball already." Say mbok Darmi while putting a plate containing black sticky sponge on the table.

"Thank you, mbok!"

Bolu it's very delicious, teasing my tongue. I want to quickly touch him from earlier! But when it was in front of me. My appetite is gone, replaced by the anxiety of Bimo's children!

Five minutes later the sound of a car arrived in the house. I saw from the window that Bimo's car was parked. They came down by running inside.

Mbok Darmi immediately opened the door and the three went inside with a greeting.

"Assynnya!"

"Vaalaikumsalam. You two go to the room and change the clothes!" I said standing up.

"Yes bun!" Aisha Sahut!

After kissing my hand they went into her room to change clothes.

"Mas, you change clothes quickly too!" Say it and kiss his hand.

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Bimo rushes the room. In the room I immediately prepared warm ginger milk and black sticky rice balls on the table.

Bimo is still in the bathroom.

"Mas, the clothes and pants I've all prepared."

"Yes thank you dear!"

"I'm in the kids' room for a second!" My word.

"Yes." Yeah." His mouth is still in the bathroom.

I immediately went out of the room and walked into the children's room.

Tok.dok..

Czechoslovak..

I open the door slowly. I saw both of them finished after the shower.

"You two are done bathing. Come eat first. Mother is ready for food for you."

"Yes bun." Aisha Sahut!

"Bun, sister there's Arabic calligraphy duty. Abi want to help you, right?" Sisil said hesitatingly afraid that his ashes would not help.

Sisil was already close to Abi Bimo. But sometimes like not dare to say it directly to Bimo.

Though Bimo has often told to say it directly.

"Try me, you're talking to yourself!"

"Yes, I'll try!"

"Yes, eat first."

The kids walk in the dining room. I returned to the room to see Bimo who had finished bathing or not!

Czechoslovak..

"Bun, are the kids done bathing?"

"Udah abi! Abi hasn't drank his ginger milk?"

I saw the glass on the table that was still full and untouched by Bimo!

"Why haven't the milk been drunk?"

"Yes, baby later! I prayed right away! I'll continue to njai first!"

Bimo immediately went on to teach. Then I take ablution to join the teaching or just listen to Bimo teachi.

Every time I listen to Bimo. My stomach feels a very active movement.

I also did not miss anything like this!

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Fifteen minutes Bimo finally finished as well. When Bimo finished stroking my stomach gently. Chatting with the prospective debay that is in my stomach.

"Dede dear.. Abi naji?" Said Bimo quietly while stroking my stomach.

There was a very active movement. So tight.

"Bun, take a look. Looks like our baby is active!"

"Yes abi! That was when Abi njai, too!"

"In a moment, our little baby will be born and hopefully the birth process will be given smoothness and health! Amiin!"

"May Allah!" My legow.

"Daddy, have a drink. It's cold hunting!"

Bimo immediately got up and walked over to take a drink of already cold ginger milk.

Bimo sat down and drank a glass of ginger milk straight out without remaining!

Tok.yok!

There was a knock on the door of the room.

"Lake in." My speech.

Czechoslovak...

Sisil went into the room.

"Excuse me Abi."

"What's wrong, brother?" Ask Abinya!

Sisil came forward and approached Abi. Then he told her what he wanted to ask of her brother.

"Lookin Abi. I have an assignment for Arabic calligraphy. But I can't yet. Abi want to help you?"

"Abi kirain what! Yes of course Abi help sister! Brother wait in front. Abi will be there."

"Yes abi!"

Sisil walked out of the room! Then he prepared whatever was used to make Arabic calligraphy.

Bimo and I walked up to the front room. There was waiting for Aisha and Sisil. Me and Bimo sat down together.

Abi Bimo gave an example of how to make Arabic calligraphy. Using a 2B pencil and thick paper.

Abi Bimo ready to make Arabic calligraphy first by sketching. This was done to make Sisil easier to do. If you can no longer use sketches in the making.

Sisil and Aisyah were so interested, that the two of them were so focused on paying attention to her.

"Now try to write it yourself. Don't give up trying again if you fail to do it again." Abi Bimo said to Sisil!

Sisil finally tried it himself. It failed at first but over time, it worked!

Aisyah did not want to lose, finally tried too!

Me and Bimo just sat watching the two. Suddenly my stomach hurt. But I can still hold it.

I don't think it's time to feel heartburn. My gestational age has just turned eight months.

But strangely, the longer I hold on. This pain is getting worse.

I tried to stand up and sit back down. The anxiety is starting to show. My body started to sweat. I held Bimo's hand tightly while saying.

"Mas, my stomach hurts!"

Bimo felt his hand being held very tight by me. Then looked at me while looking at my extremely anxious reaction.

"Bun. da what is this. You why?" Shouted Bimo who was starting to panic.

The kids also panicked. Bimo immediately took me to the hospital.

Children at home accompanied by mbok Darmi!

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