Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Dilemmas

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_13

The days at Mamah's house made me feel like I was connecting with a life that was almost gone. Every day there was just the absurd behavior of my sister Wening who invited laughter, the child was an installment but always attentive.

My mom and dad are also very sincere. Want to accommodate his eldest son who should no longer be a burden on the family. Every day Mamah cooks a lot even with makeshift side dishes, but feels so good on the tongue.

Father always sumringah when me and Marisa welcome him home from the rice field. It slightly treated my guilt to her, for it had failed to become pride.

My weight went up, the bones were slightly camouflaged because there was more fat under my skin. One thing that stuck in my mind was about Bang Rafi. I've been in this house for almost a week and haven't heard from Bang Rafi yet.

From that day on I decided to stop calling Bang Rafi's number, afraid of heartache. Let Bang Rafi decide everything, I will wait.

"Well," I said. Align yourself with Mamah who is sitting facing the furnace.

"What's wrong?" Mamah was still busy crafting firewood in the furnace.

"If Bang Rafi doesn't come, what?" I finally put it on my heart.

Mom turned her body around to face me. "Ning, that old man is where you came home. After marriage you do not stop being a son of Mama and Father. It is our duty to ensure your happiness and safety. If Rafi comes, Alhamdulillah. If not, you still have us, your family. You will never be alone" said Mamah.

I can't hold haru. I held onto Mamah's two hands, and I touched those rough, dusty hands. Mamah rubbed my shoulders, then we both noticed the fire that started to burn. Soluble in each other's minds. We continued the cooking activity that day with more silence.

Mamah attacked the water in the furnace, while I made a clear vegetable on the stove which was located on a small table lined with firewood stoves. Here, Mamah prefers to cook with firewood. In addition to the abundant wood, can be taken for free, also because of the distinctive taste of food cooked with

"Sir, what was last night's dream?" tanya Wening who just entered with Marisa in her carrier.

"Dream nothing" I replied as I shifted his body blocking the plate rack.

"Kirain dreams of meeting the prince, the prince came," said Wening.

I put back the plate I had taken, rubbing the oily face due to the heat of the air in the kitchen with a pounding heart. I'll take a step outside the house immediately. Bang Rafi .. He's coming!

I can't hold back the tears that keep running down the river on my cheeks. I greeted him with tears, as an expression of all the flavors that could no longer be spoken with words. I was too afraid to just hope for him to come, but today, the man I missed was in sight.

"Abang think, you will welcome Brother while angry, because it can only come today?" said Bang Rafi while rubbing my head.

"It's like that, but I'm afraid you're coming home again" I told you. I took her hand and invited her into the house.

Bang Rafi greeted Mamah, then grabbed Marisa from Wening's sling. She stared fixedly at Marisa, stroking and kissing her. "Girls are more beautiful" said Bang Rafi.

While giving up longing, Bang Rafi said that her phone was held by Mom. He never read the messages I left. "Abang knows you were picked up by Mamah from the neighbors, because I did not want to give an explanation at all" said Bang Rafi.

"Sorry we didn't wait for you to go home Fi, that day Ning fainted, your wife got sick from exhaustion. Mom and Dad were just thinking of saving Ning as soon as possible, that's all." Mamah who sat with me and Bang Rafi also gave an explanation.

Bang Rafi seemed to take a long breath. "Rafi didn't know Ning was that bad, Mah. Rafi thought Ning was just tired of having a baby."

Our conversation is getting longer. Mamah let out all her disappointment to Bang Rafi, blaming the insensitive and neglectful Bang Rafi as husband. Bang Rafi could only bow in.

"Look, here Ning can have meat again. No longer like the undead who live bone wrapped in skin," said Mamah.

"Yes, thank you for taking care of Rafi's wife and son. Rafi misses them so much but just got here because of the holiday."

All the explanations Bang Rafi can accept, I understand the condition of Bang Rafi. While we were still chatting, Father came home from the rice field dressed in mud and hoe pliers on his shoulders.

You took a quick look at Bang Rafi, then just passed by us, without saying hello. Maybe he's still mad at Bang Rafi.

I patted Bang Rafi on the shoulder, cheering her on with a look in the eye. Bang Rafi smiled, a smile that fascinated me, from the past to the present.

Our family met again when we gathered for lunch. Father's face is more friendly, maybe Mamah has explained everything.

Finished eating and punctuated with small talk, Bang Rafi spoke up. "Rafi please permission to take Ning home, Sir, Mah."

I was shocked, not expecting Bang Rafi to take me home. I looked at Father. His jaw seemed to harden, the look of the face that had been friendly is now back grim. It seemed that he did not agree with Bang Rafi's invitation.

Which should I choose, Bang Rafi or Mamah and my Father?