Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 11

Mas Adri took me into the room he had reserved for me. This room is quite comfortable, the bed is soft and neat, a 42 inch TV is displayed on the wall, the sofa is also neatly arranged.

"This is your room, Za, you like it?" ask Mas Adri.

"L-yes I like it, Mom, it's too comfortable" I replied honestly. Because it is so. Of course I am very comfortable if the room is super complete, the decor is also good nuance soft.

"Thank God if you like. That's what I want, so you can comfortably rest in peace."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes, equally. Now rest. Later your clothes let Buk Era help arrange in the closet."

I can only nod. I can't say anything but just accept the help I'm given. Because I have to take care of my body. I really don't want to put my baby's life at risk, because he's my only hope. I survived this phase all because of my baby, I don't want to lose it."

I occupy the soft bed, sit leaning back while straightening my legs. I saw Mas Adri smiling at my shameful behavior not being able to move freely when there was him.

"Zahira, I'll go home first yes, you if you need anything can call me," the man said before moving on.

"Well, thank you, Mom."

The man nodded immediately out of my room. I immediately set myself aside for a short break.

No matter how long I slept, I heard the sound of the door opening. It turned out that Buk Era was coming in with a tray in her hand.

"Happy Afternoon, Sister Zahira, this is my food for Ma'am, please eat first" he said with a friendly smile.

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Buk." I immediately sat down to receive a tray that had been filled with food and pregnant milk.

"Then Ibuk came out first, if Mbak needs something just call," the middle-aged woman said.

"Good, Mom."

I'll eat that food soon. It feels so good. Indeed, since I was pregnant my appetite increased, I never felt the name nausea or cravings. Thank God my baby understands my condition.

I have been in my new home for two days. It also feels bored when confined in the room. After breakfast, I took my dinnerware out to the kitchen.

"Eh, Ma'am, why bother taking him. Let Ibuk take it," said Buk Era who immediately took the dirty plate from my hand.

"No pa-pa, Buk, I'm tired of always being in the room. I'll just sit here, yes" I asked permission to sit.

"Just sit down, don't do anything."

I sat on the dining table chair while chatting with Buk Era. It turns out he was very good too.

"How many months has it been, Ma'am?" ask Buk Era.

"Full six, seven Buk street," I replied.

"Well, soon enough. Hopefully given the ease, healthy mother and baby," said the middle-aged woman gave Do'a.

"Aamiin..."

"Where is Sister Zahira?" ask Buk Era.

"Huh? Su-husband?" confused say.

"Yes, Zahira's mother's husband," he replied inquisitively.

"Oh, that, my su-husband is abroad so TKI, Buk," I replied naggingly, and a little nervous.

I was confused to answer it. But for the good name of my baby, I had to lie.

"Three-year contract, Buk."

"Oh, it's still a long time means home huh. Hopefully when his grandpa was born his father can go home even for a while," said Buk Era, I just smile knot.

I never expected my father's presence from my baby. If you may ask, never see the man again. However, I always pray that he will be a trustworthy and wise Judge in deciding cases fairly.

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Those are the days I went through. I don't think my pregnancy has been running for nine months. I really hung my life with Mas Adri. I felt like I wanted to find a job so I wouldn't always be a burden. But with the condition of my weak womb, inevitably have to suppress shame and condolence.

Yes, indeed Mas Adri never objected, but I am not happy, because I am self-aware, I and Mas Adri have nothing to do. It feels too naive if a man wants his whole lot to sacrifice if there is nothing he expects of the woman.

I hope Mas Adri gets the best mate. To be honest, I never thought about getting married. I just want to spend time with my son.

This morning as usual, my activity was just watering the flowers in the back garden and helping with light work.

While cleaning the room, my stomach ached. I don't feel able to hold it. I sat back in bed and adjusted my breath.

The longer the pain gets stronger. I grimaced while creeping the bed. Feeling unable to anymore, I called Buk Era to ask for his help.

"Mbak Zahira why? Do you want to give birth?" ask Buk Era so worried.

"No idea, no, my stomach hurts a lot. Please take me to the hospital, Buk."

"Come on Ma'am. Then Ibuk contact Mr. Adri first yes," said Buk Era who already wants to press Mas Adri number.

"No need, Buk. Book a taxi online. I don't want to disturb Mas Adri at work" I refused.

"But, Ma'am, Mr. Adri has advised to immediately give news if something happens."

"I'm okay, Buk. Just give me some news later."

Finally Buk Era relented, she immediately booked a taxi online. I forced to prepare baby clothes, I packed them into a medium-sized tote bag.

Not long ago the taxi came, Buk Era immediately helped and brought a bag of baby clothes that I had prepared.

Upon arrival at the Hospital I was immediately helped by the nurse into the maternity ward. After checking, it was open seven.

"Mother let's lay down, we put the infusion first huh. Soon the opening is complete," explained the Midwife who handles.

I tried to stay calm, as much as possible to endure the pain that was getting whackier. Wanting to find a place to lean and complain about this pain I can't describe. But I realized I didn't have that place.

I have to be strong to go through all of this. I can definitely get through it. Yes, soon I'll meet my baby. I can't be whiny and weak.

I can only pronounce all the words of God in order to alleviate this pain a little. I strengthen my heart by encouraging myself.

"Astaghfirullah, it hurts, Buk!" I complained on the Buk Era. Only he was faithful to accompany me.

"Patience, Ma'am. Insha Allah will soon be born," said Buk Era while rubbing my stomach.

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