Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Imaging

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_19

Marisa has been beautiful, I deliberately wiped her face and body, dressed her in the best clothes. A lace-shaped bando with a baby pink tinged on Marisa's head.

"God's beauty is the Mother's daughter ...."

In the past, I rebuked Yayu when praising my son without preceding him with the words of Masya Allah, Tabarokalloh. Pamali, said. It can cause other diseases. I myself do not understand what other diseases are like, at that time Yayu explained too quickly, I had difficulty digesting them. In essence, if you want to praise, then praise the creator first.

I intentionally beautify Marisa for the sake of welcoming Mom. I love Marisa so much, I'd rather try to take Mom's heart through Marisa, than continue to lament fate without finding a solution.

From the past, I was famous for being deft. Can do the job quickly, neatly, and satisfactorily. I was educated by Mamah since childhood to get used to doing homework. Now that my body is healthy, it doesn't matter with the pile of homework Mom left behind.

The laundry has been in order since morning. Conclong and perfumed floor, now I want to cook, prepare lunch for me. Yes, if my cooking is good, maybe Mom will change her habit of eating lunch outside.

Mamah turned me around with a lot of food. Rice from the rice fields themselves, various types of vegetables, as well as a variety of village pastries. Mamah was so afraid that I would starve again especially until I fainted like that. Suddenly my tears fell, I remembered Mamah.

The sacrifice of a new mother I realized after I was now a mother. Giving birth by betting lives, breastfeeding with all its challenges, ***** blisters, back pain, baby biting. Taking care of and loving her is never ending. In my mama's eyes, I am still the little swing she will always protect.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. While chopping onions and occasionally checking on Marisa who was lying on the bouncher, my mind wandered far away. I should still be working at this time, sending Mamah every month from the salary I set aside as a little recompense from all the sacrifices of Mamah and Bapak, if only I did not insist on marrying Bang Rafi.

But, the rice had already become porridge. I am now a wife, a mother, and a daughter-in-law. I have to play this role to the best of my ability. I believe there is a gap in Mom's heart. Hopefully someday, you can sincerely accept and love me.

Rice is ripe, mustard stir-fry, sambal and kolak pumpkin has been successfully executed and held beautiful at the dining table when Mother arrived home.

As usual, I refused to say hello. He approached Marisa and kissed her. "Beautiful Grandma's granddaughter, fragrant again" said Mother.

I watched him in the kitchen smiling, 'good start, ' I said in my heart.

Mom held Marisa and approached me. He looked around the kitchen, all neat and nothing bad he could comment on. I smiled in my heart.

"Eat some yu, Mom," I'll take you.

"No, I've eaten" he replied.

"Ning, eat first."

"Yes, your people are cooking. Eat yes eat, let Marisa I'll take her to the room."

Mom left me. I heaved a sigh of relief, and began to eat with a carefree feeling.

Today is safe, I have no reason to insult or scold me.

Bang Rafi came home with a tired face and messy hair due to the helmet she had just removed. I greeted with a smile, Bang Rafi replied with a smile that was no less sweet.

"Beautiful" whispered Bang Rafi in my ear as I kissed her hand. Make my heart flower and forget my weary today.

I followed Bang Rafi to the room. "Where's marisa, Ning?"

"In Mom's room," I replied as I handed Bang Rafi a towel.

"Since Maghrib Abang wants to play futsal, there is a promise with friends."

I nodded without refuting. Usually I would protest, advise him at length. But this time I hold it. I have to change the old ways of dealing with Bang Rafi's vices.

"Tumben didn't protest?" cetus Bang Rafi poking my nose. I just nodded without any intention of answering.

Adzan Maghrib reverberated, I rushed to take the wudhu mumpung Marisa is still a henchman with Mom and Bang Rafi in the TV room. I used three rakaats solemnly.

Bang Rafi came in as I opened my face, she approached me with a meaningful smile.

"You're praying?"

"Hu um."

Bang Rafi put back the bag containing futsal equipment that he had carried.

"Why is it saved again?"

"Tonight you didn't play, you want to break your fast" Bang Rafi said, winking one eye at me. I chuckle.

"Sholat, Bang," I asked Bang Rafi.

"Ready, go!" he said, holding his right hand, like an army ready for war. Bang Rafi kissed my cheek before going out to take ablution.

My cheeks are heating up, there's a strange gelenyar that I haven't felt for a long time. I miss Bang Rafi's sweet attitude, I miss sleeping comfortably in her arms.

Looks like tonight's gonna be long.