Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 24 Runs from responsibility

I don't know what time I can sleep. When the dawn prayer rumbles, it feels like my eyes are still very heavy to open.

I got up, took a shower and immediately fulfilled my duty, not forgetting that I was happy so that God would ease my next path.

Soon after that I visited the stall near the house, the stall in addition to selling food also selling pulses, I filled the pulses only 10 thousand, usually Arif who filled it, Arif who filled it, but maybe he forgot just like me.

I sent him a short message..

'For Rif'

The message has not been received, maybe he has not activated his phone.

That day Rama's brother also wanted to take me to school so Arief did not need to take me.

I tried to call him but his number is still not active.

I started to worry about it, but yes it was later in school also met.

Brother Rama drove me to the front of the school gate, I looked around, I did not see Arief's whereabouts there, it seemed he had not come.

And usually if we don't go with him he will wait for me there, or I will wait for him, if I get there first.

I waited until the bell rang, he hadn't arrived yet, or maybe he was already in class.

I ran up the stairs to the classroom, hoping Arief was there, but he wasn't, where was he? why not come in? or maybe it's too late because she can't sleep like me either.

I kept waiting for his arrival, almost every 5 minutes I looked at the door, hoping for his arrival, but until the break rang, he did not come.

I reached into the phone in my skirt pocket, looked for Arief's contacts, and pressed the green button on the keypad.

'Tut Tut .. number you contact is not active or out of range, please contact a few more moments..!"

'Why not active Rif, I'm worried about you'.

then I try to send a message who knows when the phone is active he will call back soon.

'Why not go to school? why is the phone inactive?'

'Rif, after you read my message you immediately contact me yes...!"

Until school hours Arief number is still inactive, I decided to go to his house.

The house looked quiet, the gate was in the lock.I shouted greetings and called Arief or his aunt, but there was no word.

It's clear the gate was in the padlock from the outside, there must be no one in the house, I'm the stupid one still yelling at him.

I asked the neighbors around, but they did not know the whereabouts of Arief and his aunt at all.

'You where is Rif? why don't you tell me, I'm worried about you, or maybe you really have the heart to leave me alone here. If that's true you evil Rif, you evil.'

*****

One month passed, I still haven't found it, every day I send a message to him, even though the number is off.Maybe hundreds of messages I sent him.

I was also looking for information through the school but the school didn't know where Arief was, they just told me that yesterday there was someone who took care of Arief's transfer from school, according to the man, Arief will move abroad.

Degs...

My heart wants to stop beating.

When I heard that, my body suddenly went weak, my legs were limp, my heart was broken and shattered.

For a month, I still wish I could see him.

'You evil Rif, you promised not to leave me, then why did you just leave without informing me, why Rif why? what about this baby? he's gotten bigger, can I keep hiding his continuous existence from everyone'

I haven't told everyone my situation, I still keep it tight, I'm still not ready, if I can I'll keep it hidden until I'm declared a graduate.

*****

Months and months passed, Every day I was in sorrow, regretting what had happened to me.

I tried to act normal in front of everyone, I smiled and it was as if nothing had happened to me. I'm really good at acting, fooling everyone about my situation.

If usual, pregnant women will vomit and experience dizziness cravings or the like, but not with me.

I'm like an ordinary person, without feeling anything, I'm very fit. This baby is really very good, he never fussed at his mother.he never asked for this either, he never asked for it, he knew that none of his fathers would follow his wishes.

Maybe it was all because at the beginning of Arief's departure it occurred to me to abort this baby, but I undo it because I remembered Arief's words.

'Pretain this baby, for my sake, he's innocent'

Arief is right this baby is innocent, even I love him very much, just like I love the father of this baby.

For some reason this ugly duckling, always so sorry to Arief, even when Arief left me, I still loved him so much.

I can't hate him one bit, I still love him very much, even though he's mean to me, even though he left me with no strings attached and no news.

Every month I check my womb, at a doctor in town.

I chose the obstetrician in the city, thinking the city people are more flexible, they are more accepting of my condition pregnant without a husband.

His name is Doctor Nadine, he is an obstetrician at a private hospital in Bandung. I prefer the clinic where Dr. Nadine practices rather than the hospital with more conditions.

From the beginning I've been telling the truth to Dr. Nadine, from the start of my relationship with the father of this child, from, until she left me and no one knew about my pregnancy, I also told her why I kept all of this a secret to everyone.

The doctor was very open to accepting me, even he felt like a big brother who supported his sister who had gone the wrong way, he understood my situation, he was very good.

I paid for all my needs for this baby from the money that Arief gave me, even the money from him would be enough for me to give birth even maybe it will be enough until my son is one year old even more.

At least I'm still a little grateful that Arief provided me with this money.

Or maybe this is his plan, giving me a lot of money to get him off the hook.