BABE JADULKU

Part 48's

The misfortune in this village made me really salute and raise my thumb. As soon as the body of the late Father-in-law reached the village. Directly announced at the Mosque, whose voice was heard all over the village. A moment later, came the young fathers and some young men. Uncommanded they had already gone to grab the tent supplies from the village chief's house.

Mothers began to arrive, every mother who came to bring rice. The rice was collected in jute placed near the door. It's only been two hours, it's been almost a full burlap. In the evening, mourners kept coming.

"Who among you holds the money?" ask an old man.

"I, sir," I said, pointing my hand.

The man smiled, "not you, son, among these four people, who is his treasurer, because we want to give STM money to one village," he said.

Oh, I see, I'm pointing at Bang Nyatan, he's the oldest. The man then greeted Bang Nyatan and spoke in Batak. Then give some money.

Tomorrow morning some young people come to ask for the size of the body of the deceased, it turns out they want to dig the grave. All the villagers gotong-royong. Start taking care of drinks until the guests eat, all taken care of neighbors and relatives. Our nuclear family only accepts guests.

People die here like a big party, there are buffalo cut, mothers cook massively. Almost the whole village that day ate at our house. I had thought where all this money came from, is it always like this when someone dies, what if the dead are poor?

It turns out that the money and all the funds are also from the villagers. The overnight STM money is enough to buy a buffalo. Rice brushes that mourners carry. The people who cook are also villagers. After the late Father-in-law was buried, returned to eating big at home. The buffalo meat.

On the night of the first day, no food was served, but people were still crowded. The second night was also crowded, no food or drinks were served. Just the third night we ordered a cake. Just cookies and bottled mineral water drinks.

After three days, we got together.

"The money of misfortune and STM money is this, the price of buffalo and side dishes for three days, so there is this," said Bang Nyatan while piling money.

It turns out that it is still left, already cut the buffalo, feed the village, it is still left.

"We will leave the rest to the mosque" said Bang Nyatan again.

All agree.

Bang Nyatan went home first, only Dame, last we returned to Medan with Bang Parta and family. They want to go back to Borneo. The father-in-law's house is uninhabited.

"If we can at least once a year we gather," said Bang Parta before they left.

"Yes, Bang" I answered.

"If we could have been, you guys were that far away" said Bang Parlin.

"We try" said Sofie.

A week later I got a call from Fatimah, the nurse who recently took care of her late father-in-law.

"What about me, sister, so my teacher has stopped, the nurse has to stop, then what else am I doing?" he said after the pleasantries. I also want to answer it is not my business, but it is also true, he stopped being a teacher because we invited him. But what kind of work do I want to do?

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to Bang Parlin, '" I said at last.

The Bang Parlin I asked just threw it back at me, for the first time Bang Parlin had no solution. He usually has a good solution.

Finally unbeknownst to Bang Parlin, I told Fatimah to come to Medan. Rapi's wife happened to know there was a job opening. Fatimah was very grateful to me, because it turned out her dream was to live in the city. He now works in the super market.

Bang Parlin business buying and selling land is still going, there are profits. Husband has started to be able to adjust to living in the city, no longer carry money in a bag of crackles. It's good dealing with the bank.

Meanwhile, my pregnancy has entered nine months, just waiting for the day of labor. I still wish I could have a normal delivery.

"What's the name of the fire that was in the basin that day?" ask my husband one afternoon.

"Oh, that, Parsiduduan," replied the husband.

"I'll use that later, Bang,"

"No, Deck, old-fashioned, outdated" said the husband.

"Adek already see on google, it's good treatment that is so, Bang,"

"Which, Right, Deck,"

"Yes, Bang,"

"Okay, Dek, tomorrow I'm looking, so remember our old brother, Dek,".

"And there was an employee's wife giving birth, he made parsiduduan, his wife marsidudu also outside, while he worked.Wind came, fire that should only be embers so fire, fire, he also burned the sarong that his wife had made. Because it burned he opened the scabbard, he threw it, he forgot it was the sheath that covered his body. While her husband works, only her brother is there, no longer know what kind, Dek, want brother please, she is naked, want to be left, pity."

"Hahaha, that means you see everything,"

"Yes, Dek, you're in a panic, you run to call her husband,"

"Maha."

"Bang, our son will not give the name Nunung yes,"

"No, Dek, where there is the name of the Batak si Nunung,"

"Don't Rara,"

"No, Deck,"

"So who, Bang?"

"Naduma Sari Oloan,"

"What's name,"

"The name of the king's daughter is ancient,"

"Ohh,"

Suddenly I felt a heartburn, maybe it was time, I immediately told my husband. He panicked too, but it wasn't as sweet as when Ucok was born. I was led up to the car. The Ucok was signed to our ART. My husband took me to the maternity clinic. Not to the hospital. This is my request, I want to be accompanied by my husband when giving birth. In the hospital it is not possible.

As soon as we arrived, the midwife checked, the door was still open two," the midwife said, adding an infusion.

"How many doors are there, ma'am?" bang Parlin asked, making Bu Midwife laugh.

A few hours later, the midwife checked again. "It's time" said the Midwife, injecting me.

My husband stood beside me. Sometimes he wipes sweat on my forehead.

"Huh, take a breath, exhale, pull again, start," said Ms. Midwife.

"Yakuuukk,".

"Akkkk," the husband even screamed, along with it finally brojol as well.

It turns out that I was unknowingly squeezing *********husband when giving birth to it, I thought it was her hand that I squeezed, my husband's reply screamed. Midwife to laugh. Husband did not try to let go of my squeeze, he actually endured the pain.

I gave birth to a daughter.

"Sick also gave birth to it, Yes, Dek?" husband says.

"That's it, Bang,"

"So many handles, this is what you're holding, Dek" said the husband, holding his crotch.

"Hahaha," I laughed.

"But my pain because you're squeezed is not worth your physical pain" said the husband.

"Yes, Bang, sorry,"

"It's okay, Dek, it's appropriate for her to be squeezed, because she's so adek," said the husband again.

"Hahaha, haha,"

Duh, at a time like this my husband can still be funny.

*great parlin, yuk still yuk yuk *