Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

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My body feels light, very light. There were loud screams and cries of Mamah. I realized I could still hear. I just don't have enough energy to open my eyes.

"God, Ning .. huuu huu." Mamah's voice is now percis near my right ear.

I felt my body floating, I was lifted up by someone then landed on a soft surface. I could no longer understand the words of those around me, just like the buzzing of a flock of bees that made my head even more dizzy.

I don't know how long I've enjoyed the silence. Sleep but not soundly, awake but can not open the eyes until the smell of telon oil pierced the nose. The pain stings between the index and thumb due to the intense pressure, forcing my eyes open.

"Ning, you're fucking human!" peekik Mamah's. Mamah hugged me, still stunned, her sobs sounded bitter.

"Drink first, son." Mom pulled my shoulder so I could sit back. Warm sweet tea drains the esophagus, feels warm to the stomach.

"Ning eat yes, Mamah bring your favorite chicken together." Mamah took out a black bag from a red bag with a variation of brown, a bag that I bought first while still working.

Timbel rice wrapped in banana leaves as big as an arm, smell a distinctive aroma that is appetizing. The piece of chicken in a clear plastic joint was removed Mamah, making the worms in my stomach cheer.

I eat fed Mamah, very delicious. Every now and then Mamah wiped away the corner of her watery eyes, she fed me with tears. I couldn't help but cry, the rice that went into my mouth was salty.

More than half of the lead rice has moved into my stomach. You came with Marisa on her lap. I grabbed and kissed her hand with reverence.

"We're going home, Ning." He spoke in a cold tone. Her jaw hardened with teary eyes. You don't talk much but anyone who sees his face now will know very well that he is sad.

"You come here with Mang Jael, deliberately want to pick you up. Last night Mamah Ning's nightmare, you Mamah found on the street in tattered clothes," said Mamah still with tears streaming down her cheeks.

If I stay here, maybe Mamah's dream will come true, my sanity will disappear until I am stuck in the street. Naudzubillah.

"But Mom and Bang Rafi haven't come home yet."

"We'll wait until your mother-in-law gets home, but don't wait for Rafi. If he loves his son and his wife he'll come to see you." There is still anger in my words.

I don't need to tell stories, my condition has described everything. My body is thin, my face is thin, the bones under my neck are prominent, my eyes are black and sunken with pale blue lips, how am I going to tell Mamah and Dad that I'm okay?

"We started packing. Bring as necessary, especially Marisa's equipment," ordered the Father.

I let out a breath. Worrying over the heart. I want to go home to Mamah, out of my misery but, what is the fate of my marriage after this? Whether Bang Rafi will meet me or release me.

I took a shower and prepared after nursing Marisa. Mama came down from the stairs with a pile of clothes that had dried. He rubbed his watery eyes again. "Mom why?" my many.

"If it were in our house, you wouldn't let Mamah wash this much, Ning. Get down the stairs.... You have just given birth, there are no wounds on your body does not mean you are healthy. Huuu huu...." Mom is crying again. He hugged his newly-appointed clothes.

"Your regrets, entrust you to Bu Sukma, mamah lament!" Mamah was still sobbing. I also sat by his side. Lean on Mamah's shoulders and then hug each other.

Marisa's clothes and gear I put in a big bag. I just brought the clothes as necessary. At Mamah's house, there were still some clothes I left behind. Clothes when I was a girl. With my body now, those clothes will I be able to put back on.

All corners of the house have been mamah tidied up, there are no dirty dishes and glasses left. My room was neat, unfolded sheets, pillows piled up, Marisa's pink mattress was ready for us to leave. My eyes swept across the room. Let it be, whatever happens after this I give up.

I took out a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a message for Bang Rafi. If only the phone I have does not sell for the preparation of the cost of labor first, communication with him would be easier. But, it's okay, at home later I can borrow Wening's phone.

Me, Mamah, Mr and Mang Jael have been preparing on the porch of the house when Mother came down from the ojeg she was riding. He looked shocked, and walked hurriedly towards us.

"What the fuck?"

We gasped at the high pitch of Mom's voice.

"Sorry Mrs Sukma, Ning wants me to take her home" said Mamah.

"Bring it up, but don't take Marisa, my granddaughter!" hatch Mother.

You look angry. Talking to Mom wasn't as easy as we thought.

"I'm not here to ask permission, ma'am. Just saying goodbye. I appreciate Mom as a besan even though I've treated my son so cruelly." Mom started getting fierce.

"Who is cruel? It's a good thing I got them here, not having to live on the streets. Comfortable house, eat stay eat, washing machine, what else?"

Mom was about to answer but you held her hand. "Thank you Mother for taking care of my children and grandchildren all this time, it's our turn now. Mom and Rafi can meet them at any time." I tried to mediate.

I carried Marisa, covered her body with a thick blanket, she will be making her first trip today. I said goodbye, shook Mom's hand but she snatched it.

Mom's eyes were staring at Marisa, her ego was withered. Mother took Marisa from my lap and kissed her, she cried. I don't think you have any tears, but she can cry too.

That day Marisa and I left Mom's house. Relieved, sad, naughty, worried mixed into one. One thing I believe in, this is the best choice for my mental and physical health. Marisa needs a happy mother.