Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Khitan Marisa's

#Birth_in_Home_Life

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Midwife Isti was sitting down writing something in her ledger when I arrived at the open doorway of the clinic.

The friendly smile of Bu Isti was on her lips while answering the greeting I said. "Yuning huh? Come on in here!" bring him.

I sat right in front of Bu Isti, apparently his full name is Istiqomah with the title S.Keb behind his name.

"Can I help you, Miss Ning?" he asked, looking at me attentively with his head tilted forward. I feel very cared for. It seemed, a sick patient would be 80% healed just by looking at the smile on Bu Isti's face.

"Call Ning, Mom."

"Yes, I'm a mother now" she said with a teasing smile. "Why is the baby sick?" coined.

I said I meant to circumcise Marisa. Madam Midwife Isti welcomed my wishes. He explained about the benefits of circumcision for girls and its primacy in the view of Islam.

"If in the west, the female circumcision is considered to be in violation of Human Rights, yes, ma'am?"

"Yes, because they dealt with the practice of circumcision in certain tribes which was very detrimental to women. For example, in Africa. Many tribes there who circumcise women by cutting one part that causes women to be lacking sexual desire and pleasure. It is considered a form of human rights violation. But, in the rules of Islam, it is not like that," said Bu Isti.

"Later Marisa just scratched a little without, cut off any parts. Now every midwife and doctor is equipped with the knowledge to do circumcision in girls who are shar'i and scientific," he said.

I'm getting steadily stronger to carry out one of my obligations to Marisa. Although some scholars say it is not mandatory, but still affirm that there is a priority in circumcising girls.

Marisa was brought into the room, Madam Midwife Isti carried out her duties carefully and attentively. My little girl cried, but soon subsided after I hugged her and gave her ASI.

"Alhamdulillah ..," lirihku.

I paid my respects to Bu Isti after making the payment and thanked him.

My right hand held an umbrella, while the other held Marisa's neck to keep her comfortable in a sling. It looks like I'm home because the door is no longer locked.

"Where are you from?" sergeant Mom, when I'm tidying up the umbrella I just closed.

"From Bu Bidan Isti's place, Mom. Nodding Marisa," I said.

"Yes, Marisa is your daughter! Like you want to be flanked too, this mother is not important!"

Loh, is there something wrong with my words? I grimaced, aware of Mother's intercession because I didn't involve Mom for Marisa's important events.

"Sorry, Mom. Ning was just thinking and spontaneously went to the house of Midwife. Had to go to Wak Piyah's house, but said Bu Suparti is better in the midwife, more reliable."

"What are you talking about with that baker? Speaking of Mom, huh?" terka Mom's. His tone is still cynical.

"Chatter cake recipe, Mom. Later Ning wants to learn to make cakes with Miss Suparti."

"Don't, don't you hang out with him. She's a pretty pretentious, so artist! What a delicious cake made him, eat also make his own," concluded the mother sambol walk towards the room.

I rubbed my chest. Mother's life is so complicated, why is everyone always wrong in her eyes?

Apparently did not ask permission me when going to circumcise Marisa long-tailed. Mother didn't say hello to Marisa all day. I was having a hard time cooking while Marisa was being fussy, probably due to the pain of her scar.

I finally chose to accompany Maris and forget the work I used to do. I still hear Mom's voice as she passes through my door.

"Have a son-in-law, a slacker."