Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Holies

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_18

My mother's house is in sight. I got off the bike with my legs shaking, either because I was sitting sideways for too long or because of my fear of the atmosphere in this house.

Mom's ahead of my step to the door. Bang Rafi swiftly lowered the bag I was carrying also tightly holding my right hand. "Yu, come in" Bang Rafi asked.

In less than a month I left this house, the atmosphere has changed a lot. Almost all furniture changes position. Laying guest chairs, cabinets, even the position of the mattress in my room.

"Don't be surprised, Ning. This is all the neat Ratihin. He does have good taste, because his family background is also good" Mother said.

'Train, Train who? It's not the maid that Bang Rafi told me about. Then where is he now?' I just speak in my heart. Let me ask Bang Rafi. I don't have enough energy to argue, I feel like my waist is breaking. Not to mention the chest that feels hard, and pain. Marisa it's mimi time.

Me and Marisa in the room together, while Bang Rafi went out of nowhere. I fell asleep until I could not hear the sound of adhan maghrib and isya, so tired.

It was late when I left the room. The discomfort of not changing clothes, as well as the call of nature to pay the hajat to the bathroom keeps me awake.

"Rafi has complied with Mother's request to bring Ning and Marisa back, don't match Rafi again with Ratih!" Bang Rafi's voice clearly caught my sense of hearing.

I was stunned, the urge to urinate did not remain, changing the curiosity that led me closer to the source of the sound.

Bang Rafi and Mother were sitting opposite at the dining table. The lights of the living room that were extinguished made my shadow behind the wall disguised.

"Train it more everything than your wife, Fi. You really can't tell the difference between a gem and a pebble" said Mother.

I held tightness in the chest. Still holding on to listening to their chatter. It was only fitting that Bang Rafi called me in a sad voice. Apparently he's under Mother's pressure. I don't know what else I don't know. I'm getting my hearing sharpened.

"Please, Mom, Rafi's blessing and Ning. Make peace with your daughter-in-law. Rafi loved Ning and Marisa very much," said Bang Rafi. My tears are shed. I squeezed my collar, holding it back from sobbing.

Mother no longer answered, she moved from her seat and passed leaving Bang Rafi who was now bowed, holding her face with her palm, she looked frustrated.

A few minutes I pegged, then ventured into the bathroom, which meant having to pass Bang Rafi who was still sitting alone on the dining table chair.

"You're awake?" Bang Rafi flinched as I had stood in front of her.

"Kebelet," I replied as I hurriedly stepped into the bathroom.

That night I did not sleep well. What should I do with a household situation like this? I don't have a handle.

The forty days after giving birth, I felt that I had been truly holy from the puerperium. I took a big shower like the teacher taught me.

Hand washing and********, ablution, three times restoring hair, then flushing the head with the intention, "Nawaitu rof'al hadasil akbari, anjami'il body, aninnifasi fardhu lillahi ta'ala. I intend to remove hadas from all my body, because of niphas, fardhu because of Allah ta'ala."

Byrrs ....

The cold water touches the tip of the head to the tip of the foot. I washed all parts of the body, may this water bring with it all wounds, all sorrows and replace them with joy and happiness.

After all my mandatory showering is done. I hurried and went back to my room, afraid that Marisa would wake up while in this house there was no one. Bang Rafi has left for work, and so has Mom.

Marisa the sholeh child was still a henchman, sound in her sleep. Occasionally on the back of a smile on his tiny lips, I don't know what he was looking at.

Satisfied at the peaceful face of my little princess, I began to peck myself in the mirror. I am only twenty years old now. White skin, nose that is not so sharp, eyes round with a mole on the right chin. Eyelashes are short but pliable, eyebrows are dense, with thick hair and a little curl. "I'm beautiful."

I combed my hair, put on powder while continuing to say in my heart, 'I'm beautiful, I deserve to be happy.'

The beauty of the small clock on the nightstand, has passed the time of dzuhur. I took the face I had not touched for a long time, wearing it with a bad feeling. I don't know, there's a longing in the heart. Longing to spill grievances on the prayer mat. Whispering to the earth, hoping to be heard by the owner of the heavens.

All this time I was weak, because I felt I had no grip. I forget there is a God above all else. No matter how many people disobey me, there is a God who will overshadow me.

Rakaat by rakaat I went through with shahdu. I nodded, shedding many tears. To invoke strength in the power that my heart may always be steadfast in the face of trials.

"God ... Allah ..," I said His name.

I cried again, when I remembered Bang Rafi's story about Ratih. Turns out she wasn't a maid, as I thought. He was Bang Rafi's distant brother who Mom brought to this house when I came home to Mamah. I'm going to betrothed Ratih to Bang Rafi.

Bang Rafi insisted on rejecting Mom's wishes and brought me and Marisa back to this house. Ratih had come home before I arrived, I had no idea what kind of face the woman Mother had chosen to replace me was.

"Yes muqolibal qulub, o almighty, heart-throbbing. Soften Mother's heart. Grow love in her heart."

I closed the prayer after hearing Marisa's voice. I hurriedly opened my door, hooking it up to the nail behind the bedroom door.

I am the jewel of my heart and kiss him. I breathed air from the crowns and cheeks. Fragrant.

"Mother will be happy, mother will be strong, for your sake, dear."