BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

89. Possessiveness

Ken and I looked at each other after hearing Mom's question. But Ken's quick-witted mother away from me, maybe he wanted to explain what really happened. While I waited anxiously, watching the movements of mother.

Every look on my face changed, I squeezed my hands, wondering, what Ken and Mom were talking about.

Honestly, I'm a little worried, what if you misunderstand me. Assuming that I was an ungodly child for keeping a distance from my own biological father, especially during our marriage, my father and I looked familiar.

But I hurriedly fixed my own heart. Remembering the word mama. Do not focus on the judgment of others. We may have tried our best, but in the eyes of people who never like us, it will still judge bad. It is God's judgment that we must fight. For what is good in the eyes of man but bad in the eyes of God.

Not long after Mom and Ken came up to me, and then mom took my hand. "It's okay, Rara. We will always support Rara. I believe that son Rara is a good boy. The most important thing now is the comfort of the mother's daughter-in-law and granddaughter. It's real it's Ken, take good care of Rara. If Rara is happy then the baby will also be happy." said the mother, so that I can breathe a sigh of relief.

"But don't let the family of his father Rara know first about Rara ya Bu's pregnancy, Ken does not want them to pestered us" said Ken. "Especially Rara's coral was thinking what happened to her. You know for yourself, if pregnant women are the feeling should always be happy." added Ken.

"Yes yes. God willing, no one will tell Rara's family." replied Mother.

Finished business with mom, Ken and I went home. We haven't told the people at home. Although they are also members of our family at this time, this happy news should be known.

Bi Ani was so moved. "At first aunt saw Ken mas when he was a baby, hopefully the aunt can also take care of her son mas Ken and mbak Rara." Aunty Ani prayer.

Finished notifying the people working at home and giving food and gifts from mother, we headed for the room to rest.

"Remember, from now on you have to rest a lot, do not do hard work, do not think about things that make your heart unhappy. Also eat and drink nutritious. Later I will ask Bi Ani to pay close attention to your nutritional needs." Reveal Ken, while I listen with sleepiness because I've been so tired all day.

***

Azan Maghrib had just gone. I smiled at the results of my work assisted by Tati's mother since this morning, after Ken left for work. Now it feels like this room is in accordance with what I crave, hopefully later the results are appropriate.

"So this is enough. For another room, tomorrow. I am very sore, finished praying to rest first." I said, as I passed to the bathroom, for Maghrib prayer.

After performing the three rakaat prayers, I wanted to go down because usually after Ken came home from work then we would have dinner together. But at the door of the room I ran into Ken. Apparently he came home early.

"Mas salat already?" my many.

"So, it stopped by the front mosque" said Ken. "My baby doesn't take care of you, does he?" Ken rubbed my stomach sweat, then he greeted our baby-to-be.

Ever since the doctor stated that I was pregnant, Ken turned somewhat possessive. He has a lot of restrictions for me. Including ordering to quit work early. I followed all of Ken's advice even though I sometimes felt that what he ordered was a bit excessive, but for the good of our baby-to-be I followed it all.

"Yuk dinner, I'm hungry" I said. Somewhat different from other pregnant women who usually in the first trimester like nausea and weakness due to cravings, while I experience the opposite. It's easy to get hungry. Every hour I have to eat.

"Just a minute, change your clothes first" said Ken, opening the door. "Darling, what is this?" Ken turned to look at me while pointing at the wall of the room.

"Why? Nice right?"

"Why are all the walls on my photo patch?"

I don't know if it's a myth or a fact, but I want to try it. I want to wake up to sleep again as I see the face of the mas so that later our child looks like a mas. The face is a bit chubby, the eyes are nice, the nose is sharp and the skin is white.

Later in addition to the room, I also want to post photos of the mas in some room that I often was there."

"Why is that so, yang?"

"Lho, can't you? Yes sorry anyway, I think mas do not matter if the wallpaper on the room wall lampis mas photo. I guess if you want to change anything in this house do not need permission the same mas as I said in the beginning we moved here, that I can do whatever I want in this house. I'm so sorry, ma'am."

"Darling, that's not what I meant. But ...."

"But what?"

"So this way, I don't care if you know everything but why stick to my photos that much. It's just weird, that."

"But I like it."

"Yes, just do whatever you want. What matters is that you are happy!"

"Wahhhh, thank you dear husband." I gave a kiss on Ken's cheek.

"Where are our wedding photos?"

"In the loose, I put it behind the wardrobe."

"Oh my dear God, don't be so dong. It was a photo full of memories. For the first time I can poke your cheeks without worrying about you being crooked. You can stick anything on the wall, but the photo keeps it in its original place."

"But there's got to be me."

"It's okay. Precisely because there are you that I put in our room."

"If my picture is affixed to the same photo of another mas how?"

"No, let it be the way it was."

"What if without a moment I look at my own face, then our son looks like me, not like me?"

"It's okay, baby. The child is like who does not matter, which is important to be healthy and later become a child salih."

I nodded, promising that tomorrow we would put our wedding photos back on the spot, facing the bed. Although I actually kind of dislike it, but Ken reaffirmed that I do not mind the name physical.