Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Meeting Old Friends

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_12

My hands were shaking reading a message from Mom. 'Could Bang Rafi let me go?' I asked in my heart.

"Ning, this is your beautiful baby finished bathing." I hurriedly rubbed my eyes when I heard Mom's voice.

Marisa was still wrapped in a towel, the soft fragrance of baby soap was pouring out of her body. "This, you give mimi first, before being stepped on, then let Mamah do the dancing," said Mamah. I nodded and grabbed Marisa's body.

The two-week-old baby was so sweet, her delicate skin wrinkled, it felt soft when I touched it. Once he sucks, maybe this time ASI is delicious and nutritious, much different from the ASI he drank while at home Mother, only the essence of instant noodles.

Marisa released her own suction, a sign that her stomach was full. I gave it to Mamah to wear clothes. Intentionally I breastfeed Marisa before she dresses, skin to skin between Mom and baby is very effective in building bonding. That said Midwife in posyandu.

"Assynolt...." I heard someone say hello at the front door. I walked out of the room to see who was coming.

"Just ...!"

"Ning!" Yayu squandered my arms. Three years I didn't meet her, Yayu now looks so beautiful.

Proportional, high and full body posture. Plisket skirt with long shirt tops rolled neatly part of the arm makes Yayu look sweet. Yayu was now hijab, her oval face was framed beautifully.

"Let's go in," asked me while pulling his hand. Yayu complied and followed my steps.

After greeting Mamah and Marisa, Yayu asked me to prepare for the massage. "Let's talk while being sorted, let's not bad luck. You haven't eaten yet, Ning," said Yayu.

I agree to Yayu's suggestion, change clothes with a sarong. And sit back to Yayu.

I heard him recite prayers, Bismillah, Istigfar, shahadah, and sholawat and began massaging my shoulders. The nerves in my body feel stretched, a little sore and sore in some parts, said Yayu because there are stiff body parts and blood circulation is not smooth.

"I'm so skinny, Yu?"

"Eat a lot, Ning, let my fat rich," continued Yayu.

"You're not fat ko, you're crazy, contain, ginul-ginul if people say now. You take care of your body, Yu. Your son is two, right?"

Yayu smiled as she continued to do her job. Yayu told me about her habit of drinking the recommended ingredients, Mak Nah, Ibu Yayu.

"The woman must indeed pinter take care of Ning, let alone give birth. If not good can break its beauty. There is a woman who immediately looks old after giving birth when she is still in her twenties." I'm getting excited to hear Yayu's story.

"Although there is already modern science, the old saying of old people also should not be abandoned. Eating turmeric, ginger or key findings are efficacious to make wounds in the uterus quickly heal. Washing*********with betel leaf is also good. Because it contains natural antiseptics."

"I used to be cut, Yu. Sewn too, "I see.

"It's okay, it's ordinary. The cut wound even heals faster than natural tears that are irregular," said Yayu.

"No problem?" manya curious.

Yayu glanced at me while pursing her lips, understanding the direction of my conversation.

"Nothing, instead he said there are more delicious after giving birth because it is sewn. There are also those who insist not to be sewn and her husband is satisfied." I must have heard Yayu's explanation.

"Mother of the furnace, make you sit." I looked at Mamah in wonder, then turned to Yayu. Yayu nodded.

"Later done in the massage you sit on this ash, delicious, warm. Let 'it'nya dry quickly," said Yayu. I just follow those who have experience.

This is the second time I have been in postpartum. With Yayu not only my body feels relaxed, but also my mind. Curious about my experience of giving birth at home in-laws Yayu responded carefully, she was a good listener, fun to confide in.

"I'm wrong, Yu?"

"So. You really have to make a decision. Staying at your in-laws' house is not good for your health and Marisa's, "said Yayu.

"Bang Rafi?"

"Let's call him, talk from heart to heart. Communication is essential to the survival of the household."

"If what Mom said was true, Bang Rafi chose to divorce me how?"

Yayu seemed to think. "Praying Allah, asking for the best, for you also for Marisa," Yayu concluded.

Yayu pamit returned home after his duties as a masseuse as well as a place to vent finished. He promised to come back tomorrow.

****

I looked back at the screen of the phone that Wening had not brought to school, hoping for some good news from Bang Rafi. If she feels like she's lost me and Marisa, she should have called me last night.

I pressed another twelve digit number on the screen. I saw the clock on the wall, exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon, until now Bang Rafi was resting and could take a call.

"Hello .. Who is this?" Again there was a voice other than Bang Rafi on the phone, but this time it was not Mom's voice.

"Who is this?" my many.

"Loh, that's the one who called ko situ."

"I am Ayuning Rafi's wife. I want to talk to my husband" I started to get emotional.

"Well, doesn't Rafi have no wife?" get the woman. My chest rumbles.

"You who? Why is my husband's HP the same as yours, heh?" I tried to suppress my voice so as not to sound Mamah.

"I'm Rafi's future wife." Click on the disconnected phone.

I rubbed my face rough. Breathe a few times. Then sit on a mattress with Wening's phone still held. From the bottom of my heart, I can't believe Bang Rafi cheated on me, there's no way she's got another woman, I just left Mom's house for no more than 24 hours and Bang Rafi has always been nice to me.

But, if what the woman said earlier was true, how?

I felt a throbbing pain in my head, my palm felt wet. Do I have to go back to Mom's house to save my house?

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