Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

The Mamah House

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#part11

I was hugged by the Father, while Marisa carried mamah, riding Mang Jael's motorbike. I sat sideways with tight thighs. The corset worn by Mamah was quite powerful enough to hold the abdomen up to my pelvis so that it did not hurt too much when passing through the damaged and hollow road.

We stopped a few times to rest. Sitting sideways for long periods of time is an incredible struggle. "Prophey yes, Ning. Later at home, Mamah call Yayu to obey you," said Mamah as I sat straightening my legs on the terrace of the mosque.

"Well, can you do it, Mah?"

"could. Now he's the one who used to obey the people, Mak Nah is not strong."

Yayu was a classmate of mine back in elementary school, she was a beautiful and simple woman. With him I used to tell him about my ideals for school in the city, work and marry rich men. The desire to improve fate was what kept me and Yayu apart for quite a while. Ah, I don't know what Yayu said later, when I see me like this.

Mr. and Mang Jael have finished the Asar prayer, we are preparing to continue the journey of fear of the night on the road. I took Marisa off my lap, gave her back to Mamah.

Arriving at the terminal Cimuncang, Mr. warned me to fix the sitting position, from here to the house the road has not been paved, yet, only coated gravel that has been partially lifted from the ground make large holes in the middle of the road. Lucky today is not raining so that the coral road is not slippery when passed by motorcycle tires Mr. who began to bald.

Along the way my mind drifted to a time a few years ago when you drove me to continue school in the city. So great is your hope for me, his eldest son. But, as if all were far roasted from the fire, I now return with defeat. Not as a Ayuning who prides the family but comes home with the pain of inner birth.

The twilight bed had markedly covered the sky in golden color, when I arrived at the house of Mamah, my little unchanging childhood home. Walled room with a blackened tiled roof. I scooped up the air, filling up my breathing organs which were all along the way feeling congested.

"Sister, Ning!" Wening exclaimed and burst into my arms. I returned his embrace tighter.

"Let your brother enter first De, don't be disturbed" Mamah suggested.

Wening my sister throbbed, she turned to Marisa held by Mamah.

"Masiah Allah ... Marisa was beautiful, percis really her aunt," Wening always confidently made all smile. I pinched Wening's waist, whispering in his ear. "Narsisss!" Wening pouted her cute bubbling cheeks.

Mamah seemed tireless, the long journey did not make him want to rest, finished Maghrib Mamah prayer prepare food for dinner. Warm rice one basket, chicken village with condiments together, vegetable leaves of pumpkin with coconut milk sauce make dinner so special. I feel like I haven't eaten this wisdom in a long time.

I occupied Wening's room, making him forced to sleep on a thin floor mattress because his bed could only fit me and Marisa. I felt at ease, being in the midst of a family that sincerely loved me, but suddenly I remembered Bang Rafi, at this moment he must have arrived at Mother's house.

"De, any messages or calls from your brother, no?" I asked Wening to check his phone. My message must have been read by Bang Rafi, I wrote down Wening's number so he could easily contact me.

"Nothing, Brother."

"Oh...." I only answered at a glance, hiding a heart-scratching disappointment.

'Maybe Bang Rafi cape and went straight to sleep, she hasn't had time to read my message, ' I thought, trying to be prejudiced, deciding to put the blanket together and sleep.

Just a few minutes my eyes closed, Marisa woke up and cried, given ASI could not relieve her crying. Maybe he wasn't feeling well because he'd traveled a long way. Luckily I'm not alone tonight. Mamah moved to Wening's room, massaging Marisa's entire body with real coconut oil, my little daughter finally slept well, so did I.

In the morning Mamah had prepared warm water for Marisa's bath, I was only asked to be a spectator, not to do any work. Wening was kind enough to wash my clothes and Marisa's before she left for school, my sister was still in the eighth grade.

I thought back to Bang Rafi, picked up Wening's phone and wished there was news from Bang Rafi, but again I had to swallow the disappointment.

I pressed Bang Rafi's number that I had memorized out of my head. Just the private dial tone of his phone I heard, Bang Rafi didn't pick up the phone. I tried again a few times.

"Hello...." There was a familiar voice in my ear, it was my voice.

I immediately disconnected the phone. I dare not talk to Mom.

Ting!

A message came in from Bang Rafi's number.

[It's you swinging right?]

I was about to type a reply, but a message from the next Mother had appeared on the screen.

[No need to call here again! You're the one who left here, it means that you've cut ties with my son]

I flinched, why did the problem become this complicated....