Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

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#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_15

"The best place for a wife is next to her husband, Ning," Yayu said.

"Even if I have to die?" my sergeant.

"It's not. I understand your condition. But, find a solution so that you can be together again in a better situation. Contract again for example," added Yayu.

The sparks of Yayu and I this afternoon were still ringing in my ears. Yayu indeed has a point, how will this household be fine, if our bodies are separated and there is a communication that connects it?

After the return of Bang Rafi a few days ago. Father and Mother were increasingly unsympathetic to him. They considered Bang Rafi disrespectful, and as arrogant as Mother.

I was confused, Bang Rafi promised to call me every day, in fact he did not keep it. Just a few times on the phone, it was after dozens of texts I sent him.

"Well, Ning wants to go back to Mom's house" I told Mamah.

Mamah who was shelling corn seeds for seeds stopped its activity.

"Wait until you're healthy and Rafi picks you up. You must have self-esteem, if you go back there without them asking, they'll be more arbitrary." Mamah stared intently at me, her eyes implying pain. I know all my pain, it hurts for him too.

I was crying, a heavy burden seemed to keep squeezing. At Mother's house I was tormented, at Mamah's house I always remembered Bang Rafi.

"Patience, Ning. Mamah held you here for your good. Your health and Marisa's the main thing. Once you've stabilized, without being asked, Mamah must have told you to go back to see your husband." Mom rubbed my shoulder.

****

Marisa is one month old. Her round cheeks are getting adorable. She is a solace, the feeling of sadness will disappear when together with the tiny baby.

My body is healthy, the postpartum wound has completely healed. Mamah routinely makes a decoction of betel leaves, tubers and leaves of the cotok jawer. The leaves of the dingy purple jawed jawer are blackish with serrated edges. Very good for wound healing. The boiled water is good for healing deep wounds. If sliced by a knife or a tin of leaves of this cotok jawer can be used as medicine by squeezing it until it withers and comes out of the water, then stick it on the wound. The wound becomes dry quickly and heals.

I also like to eat raw young turmeric for lalaban. It is delicious eaten with salted fish and anchovies. Making my appetite increase. My weight is normal now, 45 pounds.

I can already control my heart and mind more, not worry about Bang Rafi too much. No longer bulldozing it with dozens of sms or mised calls. If he loves you, he'll come.

"Sir .. there's a phone!" exclaim Wening. I was taking Marisa for a walk in front of the house immediately approached her.

"Who?" my whiskey.

"Bang Rafi, here!" Wening gave me his gift. I grabbed the wening device with my right hand, and my left hand supported Marisa's head, in a sling, afraid that her cloth suddenly loosened.

"Assalamualaikum, Bang ...."

"Girishalam, Ning. Are you and Marisa healthy?" Bang Rafi's voice sounded sad.

"Alhamdulillah" I replied.

After a long time, I could feel the attention of Bang Rafi again.

"Sunday, Mom and Brother will pick you up. We meet again at yes," said Bang Rafi.

I bit my lip holding back so that Bang Rafi would not hear my sobs.

"You want to, right?" ask Bang Rafi.

I nodded, forgetting that Bang Rafi was far away and could not see my expression.

"Ning?"

"Yes, Bang. Ning wants to come home."

My heart's blossoming. The destruction of the household that I thought before my eyes, in fact did not happen. I'm going to rebuild my little family into a happy family.

But, I feel strange with Bang Rafi's sad voice. What the hell is going on? Is Bang Rafi really sincere or is there something behind it?