Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)
Birth of Boby Junior.
That night Boby returned to Jakarta with a hollow heart, returning empty-handed to make the man seem to lose the spirit of life.
His daily life was spent in memory of his wife.
The affairs of the mother's father and company became things that did not cross his mind even once.
Only Ganis, remembering Ganis is his powerful way of killing the torturous time.
Until months later, Mr. Dani had complications.
The situation made Boby inevitably rise and stand upright in place of the father.
"You should always say my name, Ganis! Like I always say your name in every breath of mine, every beat of my heart, every shadow of my hand ... You have to remember me and later, I'm going to hug you again" Boby murmured.
****
"Generic ... Uhuk ...," suck.
I choked while chewing on the rice wrap that Yayan bought, my firstborn.
"Mother why?" ask Yayan.
"What is this wrap rice too much sambelnya, yes! Though Yayan had already told mbak that sales let's not use sambel," explained Yayan.
I who heard Yayan's words only shook my head and rubbed his shoulders.
"Mom's okay, just wanted a drink." I said after sipping a bottle of mineral water.
"What is the grandmother's house still far away, Mom! I thought grandma's house was in town" said my second child.
"A little while back, about two or three hours away by bus between the new city we arrived. Believe me," I said.
I answered my two children for the last bribe in my nasal pack.
I looked at the bus terminal which was starting to get crowded with the hustle and bustle of humans passing around.
Not felt, after almost three months I stayed in Sani's rented house to hide from Boby and Mr. Atmaja.
I had wanted to go back to my house just according to my best friend it's good I live in his rented in the next village which happens to be empty.
Sure enough, after my departure. There was a man who claimed to be my husband came to the village and made a village uproar.
Three months I calm my heart and my feelings to be sure that my race for Boby is just pseudo, especially if you remember his clear words saying divorce.
Neither did his absence for two weeks make me sure, I never needed him, I was just the wind blowing in the rain ... It will feel but only for a moment.
No more tears for Boby, just a sad look as I look at my stomach that is getting bigger by the day.
In the past, I wished I could give birth with her but now .. only wishful thinking often torments the feeling in the heart.
Yayan and Ilham never asked about the man I said to be their father, as if understanding my feelings ... The two just said, "the important thing is that you're just as healthy."
What a slap for me, because I had imagined a happy life with Boby and there were no two of them in my imagination.
****
"Mom, there's a bus! That's a bus to Mom's village, isn't it?" Ilham pointed to the bus that came after so long we waited.
I nodded, "yes, son!"
We got on the bus, sat three and I hugged my two children.
"Yayan will find a job when we settle down in Mother's village. Don't argue, yeah! Now it's Yayan's turn to work and Mom's at home" said my eldest son.
I don't know what to say, only my tears represent this heart.
"Ilham too, Inspiration will work whatever Inspiration can. Anyway, this time I'm home, Inspiration doesn't want Mom to go again." My mother hugged and cried.
"Why are you crying, baby?" my many.
"Ga, it's okay! Inspiration kangen father, if you still exist .. surely we are not like this, right, Mom?" kesah Ilham's.
My tears were pouring out nonstop, in the slow-moving bus the three of us hugged and cried together.
Sometimes I peck their heads.
"Thank you, my children!"my inner.
****
Right there was the sun overhead, we got to the stilt house of my family.
A house far from the neighbors and located right at the end of the village, no electricity access forced us to re-create a small lamp from a used can.
In my dreams, Boby always held out his hand that I never once welcomed. In his eye fertilizer pooled a clear grain that was ready to drip at any time. That's why I often dream like that about him.
I don't want to be too big of a hope, like the size of my content.
The evidence of Boby's seed is buried in my womb, which will soon be present in the world.
I rubbed my stomach often and could feel the small movements of my heart.
"Please baby, soon you'll see the sparkle of the world. I will love you, so will bang Yayan and bang Ilham." I rubbed my stomach and talked to the boy I was holding.
"Are you thinking of the two of us? Did you ever count the days when our child would be born into the world? Would you like to see it and would you be happy to see our son? I'm afraid that you're indifferent and don't want us to be by your side, we're just people without you." I said that night.
I stared at the sky, where the moonlight was so bright.
"O Allah, strengthen me and my children! Lead by and make it easy in every step of our way." I pray as these tears flow down my cheeks.
"Did you miss me? Like I miss you so much now,"
****
This morning I had a great stomachache, my waist was broken and my stomach was starting to break. Yayan and Ilham I forced back into school, even though it was only a public school in the village next door.
The distance traveled is quite far if you walk, approximately one hour. It makes both my children have to leave once in the morning and go home around three or four in the afternoon.
"Mom, Yayan the same Ilham set out, yes" said my two children.
I nodded and tried to smile at them, even though I was actually enduring the pain of contractions that were becoming more frequent.
I take them to the front door, and as soon as I make sure they leave my door open********** and I can see blood spots there.
I set my breath as best I could, cold sweat started to wash over my face.
My tears flowed while I was straining and imagining Boby's sweet smile that I missed so much.
Not feeling, I called out Boby's name when my baby's cry sounded.
I gasped alone, I touched the little baby's face, but still covered in blood, and my tears flowed as thanksgiving came from these lips because God made it easy for me to give birth even without anyone's help.
Before long, Yayan and Ilham returned home gasping for breath. Looks like my two children did not get to school and decided to go back home.
"Mother ...!" shouted both.
Yayan swiftly grabbed the long cloth and covered my bottom.
"Yan, to-please press mom's belly for a second," I said softly.
"Yes, Mom! Press which one?" ask my sulangku slowly.
"Ham, turn on the furnace and cook the water." Yayan ordered Ilham to cook water.
While my firstborn began to press my stomach and finally I can be relieved after being accompanied by straining slowly, the children I just born came out.
"Mom, Ilham call the village midwife, yes!" Inspiration
My second son ran while Yayan accompanied me.
Not long ago the midwife came with Inspiration.
"God, ma'am, your own body?" ask the midwife.
I just nodded slowly.
Yayan and Ilham went to the kitchen, seemed to prepare warm water while I was with the midwife examining my body.
It didn't take long, the midwife wiped my baby's body and also helped herself change clothes.
Yayan helped me move on the floor, and then my eldest son sued his sister.
"You should have tried our son, Boby! It should be your voice that he hears first." My heart screamed, my tears breaking as I kissed the little cheek of my baby.
How not, this baby boy looks so much like his father. Boby's tipped eyes, lips and chin were so imprinted on the face of this tiny baby.
"Mom, whose sister's name?" ask Yayan at that time.
"City ... Trijaya Tegar Wardoyokusumo, that's his name." I tenderly kissed the baby's head which I named Tri.
"Wardoyokusumo?" ask Yayan.
"Yes, after all, he's part of that family. At least I'll tell him later, that Tri isn't a fatherless child." The look in my eyes was so sad every time I looked at baby Tri.
"You-Boby Junior," I whispered.
