AMEERA'S LOVE STORY
PART 32
“Whose mother's name?”
“Ameera puspita.”
“Whose father's name?”
For a moment I was silent, confused as to what to answer. “His father's name .. his father's name Heru doctor.”
“Good, please Ameera ma'am lay there. We see the fetus is equally well,” said the doctor.
As planned, today Umi Salmah drove me to the obstetrician. Actually I do not want to, but Umi still force, he said for the health of the fetus.
The young doctor named Yesi applied the gel on the surface of my stomach. Slowly he moved the transducer to explore my lower abdomen. Shame to show the body part that is usually covered in front of others. Fortunately, Umi Salmah chose a female doctor for me.
“The baby is thankfully healthy ma'am. You can see here yah.” My gaze was fixed towards the screen that showed the fetus inside my stomach. “It's about five weeks ya ma'am. So it doesn't look like the gender yet. This is the first pregnancy bu?”
“Iya doctor,” I replied. Doctor Yesi is taking my clothes back.
“I wrote the vitamin recipe. Later drunk regularly yes.”
“Good doctor.”
“My advice early in pregnancy do not first have sex husband and wife well, still vulnerable. Tell her husband later. I see this Ameera ma'am is young. Young couples are usually still warm, hihihi ..” Doctor Yesi casually gives away. Didn't realize that the person I was talking to was feeling clumsy.
“Good doctor, then we excuse us first,” said Umi Salmah. Umi seems to understand my clumsiness.
“Don't forget to come here again according to the date I wrote in the book well.” Doctor Yesi's message before we go home.
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“How are you feeling now?”
“I'm fine Umi.”
“Your baby seems to understand his mother's circumstances, not fussy. Usually young pregnant women like nausea in the morning. But all this time Umi sees you are not at all disturbed by your pregnancy. You are still actively working, and sometimes Umi sees you like to run around and around.” Umi Salmah seemed to be chuckling considering my behavior.
“Iya Umi alhamdulillah,” my words while stroking my stomach which has begun to be seen.
“Neng, now your content has entered the age of four months, usually here if pregnant women like to do four-monthly events neng. What better we also—“
“No Umi, no need.”
“At the age of four months in the womb the fetus is given a spirit, you like to feel him moving?” asked Umi Salmah while stroking my stomach.
I remember, I never felt any movement. Or maybe I'm just the insensitive one. All this time I rarely paid attention to my own stomach, other than its slightly convex size. “It doesn't feel Umi.”
“From now on you often read the holy verse of the Koran, later your baby listens. Hopefully later your child can be a godly child, which can be your way to Allah's paradise.”
I laughed at the advice of Umi Salmah, “ Hihihi ... indeed babies who are still in the stomach can hear us Umi? Umi is-any-thing.”
“Eh, you make no mistake. Just try later you chat with the baby, while rubbing your stomach, later your baby reacts.”
“Really? Hihihi .. so funny. Until now I still did not expect that soon I would become a mother Umi. If only this baby was present in a marriage, surely I would be very happy.” My eyes glazed over the fate of the child I was carrying in the future. “According to Umi how the fate of this child later? What if people don't accept it? I'm afraid this child will be stamped as an illegitimate child.”
“The fate of someone already exists who set neng. We as human beings can only do our best. The rest leave it to the owner of life.”
I looked at the face of this woman beside me. A mother who has no blood relation to me, but cares so much about me. A woman who pulled me from humiliation and despair. O Allah, thank you for sending Umi Salmah in my life.
“Oh yes Umi, how is her daughter Umi?” I'm diverting attention.
“Wah .. besan Umi turned out to have pesantren well?”
“Iya neng, besan Umi was his best friend Umi's late husband, college friend. They both want their friendship to be a family relationship.”
“So they're set up Umi?”
“Ya can be said so.”
“But how does his daughter Umi want to be? Sorry well Umi, but now is not the age anymore match-making.”
“We only direct neng. We didn't meet immediately we married. As both of them felt good, we finally married. But of course it was taaruf before. Too bad his ashes can't see his daughter's wedding. Hunts are called by Allah.” Umi Salmah looks teary in memory of her late husband.
“Umi must be sad yes, just left by husband, and then left by his only daughter. Umi is not lonely?”
“Umi did not have time to feel lonely neng. As soon as Umi delivers Umi's daughter to her new family, Allah sends you to Umi.” Umi Salmah smiled at me as she stroked my head.
“Umi, later if my son is born, Umi who gave his name yah?”
“Iya neng insyaallah.”
While we were talking, suddenly the sound of a car approached. Then stop right in front of Umi Salmah's house.
“Assalamualaikum Umi.” A girl wearing a robe and a wide headscarf entered the house.
“Waalaikum greetings.” Umi Salmah moved from her seat to approach the guests who had just arrived. “Honey, you came home without a phone first Umi. Where's your husband?” Apparently the one who came was his daughter Umi Salmah.
Instead of answering, his daughter Umi Salmah even poured into his arms Umi and then cried. “I came alone Umi, my husband—“ He stopped his sentence once aware of my existence as if asking “who is he?”
I feel that my existence is disturbing them immediately wake up and say back to get a drink.
I returned with a tray of two glasses of warm sweet tea. Seeing the two mothers and son talking seriously, I hesitated to approach them. Today Mba Lusi did not come because she said her husband was sick, so inevitably I had to deliver his own luggage. They both stopped the chatter the moment they saw me coming.
At first glance I saw the face of his daughter Umi Salmah, look familiar in my eyes. Have we met? But it feels impossible. We were born and raised in a different environment. He who graduated from S2 could not be one association with me who is a factory worker, former factory workers mean who is now a catering officer at Umi Salmah's house.
“Oh yes neng, this is Umi's only daughter.” Umi Salmah introduced me to her daughter.
The beautiful, puffy-eyed girl reached out her hand towards me, and then immediately I greeted.
“Ameera.”
“Alifa.”
DEG ... DEG ... DEG ...
Our eyes meet. We looked at each other in silence. Alifa looked at me with a hard look.
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