Contain Baby Sitipan

Advice

"Dira, don't push yourself too hard. If indeed you can not conceive the child, just follow the advice of the doctor. Mama will help with the rent. What matters is that your child can be born."

Adnan's kind and open-minded mother counsels the son-in-law. Dira and her mother-in-law met to discuss this.

"Even in the womb of a person, that child is your son and Adnan. The egg is your egg. Not the woman's egg." said Adnan's mother again.

"But ma, Dira tuh kepengen pregnant let like people. Want to lose the stomach Dira so big, want to spend a baby kick and want to know how it feels to give birth. Although some people say it is not tasty and torturous, Dira just wants to be a whole mother" said Dira.

The in-laws then took a long breath.

"Mama understands your feelings. Mama also if you are in your position, will definitely do the same thing." said the woman.

"But here mom just insists, if mama and Adnan's family is not a problem. Like you and Adnan want to rent another woman's womb. Mama and family support whatever decision you two make."

"Yes ma, Dira knows what mama means." replied Dira later.

"But Dira sama mas Adnan want to try first. If it fails later, Dira and Mas Adnan will rent a surrogate mother's womb." he continued later.

Adnan's mother drew Dira's hand and held her warmly.

"Well pray for whatever it is, hopefully everything will be good."

Dira nodded, then the mother-in-law hugged him tightly. Dira felt blessed by the universe, for having such good in-laws.

There are many women out there who are struggling to get offspring. But not as lucky as he is.

Some are bullied by in-laws, there is also pressure from the brothers-in-law and others. Dira is still much luckier than those women. And he was so grateful that his life was still so much better.

After the meeting, Dira went home by driving his own car. The mother-in-law was escorted by the family driver.

They went home in a different direction, because their homes were actually quite far apart.

Dira and Adnan live in an area close to the man's office. They buy a house in the area, so that Adnan does not have to be stuck in traffic when leaving for the office.

"Be careful on the road."

That was the message the in-laws had to him. Dira has arrived a little more. But then he remembered if the tissue, bath soap, and room fragrances in the house had run out.

So he then stopped by a minimarket that was visible to his eyes in front.

Dira shopping for anything that has been exhausted. Now he is circling between the corridors of one shelf and the other. He looks to take tissue, room fragrances, snacks, even instant noodles.

"What will you be willing to donate?"'

"What are donations?. Tell me you guys are gonna cheat. Each person is asked for a hundred silvers, multiply a hundred people in a day and multiply thirty days. How many in a month do you get?"

A father railed against the cashier who offered a hundred rupiah donation.

The fathers to point at the cashier who is completing the transaction.

The female cashier could only duck, while the fathers widened everywhere. Even to the physical lace of the cashier.

"Eat him skinny kerupeng so you, not interesting to see. Eat the illicit money." he said.

"Heh, sir."

Dira approached and denounced the words of the fathers.

"No shame on rice, bring a nice car but the mouth is like a mother-mak who lives in an alley." he said later.

"If you don't want to donate, just don't want to. Ribet is so a person."

"Eh, mum. I don't know these guys' games. If one man is asked for a hundred silvers, multiply that man by a thousand."

"Sir, even if you want to protest against it. Write an open letter to the company. Not with employees who are under this belief." said Dira.

"They work according to orders. They are workers, not the ones who make the system. Those workers whose salary is sometimes not up to UMR. It's wrong to say to them. They just do what they are told. Some of the father so hamper people who digantri behind." he continued again.

The fathers then violently left the place. Without taking back the hundred rupiahs he had argued.

The cashier walked back, and Dira took the last queue. Shortly after that, he paid.

The cashier he saw named Princess was still looking down a lot. He seemed to be mentally down because of the father earlier.

"Udah mbak, don't think of people like that. Usually it's mah, want vocal support but not in the right place." said Dira.

The cashier tried to smile despite being thin.

"Well, that's dong." said Dira.

The cashier then mentioned the amount to be paid by Dira. Before long Dira also took out her debit card from inside the wallet.

He paid and thanked me. He was soon seen leaving the place.