Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Magical Day

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_23

At first glance, I heard things that clashed violently. Thumped-thumped. Maybe you want to signal that she's mad at me, caper.

I took off Marisa slowly, afraid she would wake up again let alone hear the noise Mother made. I tiptoed out of the room. Every now and then I turn to look at Marisa, safe. He slept well.

Mom is taking the furniture out of the kitchen set. Mixers, open, baking pans and all other baking equipment. "What are you doing?" my many.

"You think Suparti can make a cake? You can too!" acrimoniousness.

Yes, Allah ... Jealous's mother turned out. I tried to catch my breath, between wanting to laugh with Mom's childish attitude, but fear made her even more offended.

After taking a few breaths, I launched my mission to continue imaging in front of Mom. This is ko halal imaging, because the intention is also good.

"Well, Pinter's mom makes cookies too! Why Ning asked to be taught to make cakes with Suparti, if the in-laws themselves are good at making cakes!" I cried, suppressing the voice so as not to sound too much.

Mom's face calmed down. His hands were no longer as sharp as before. Mom turned to me, "What do you want to teach me to make?" challenge Mother.

I crouched down, aligned myself with Mother who was still busy tugging at the furniture under the stove table. "Ning never made a cake at all, Mom. So it's up to you to do what." With the smoothest intonation possible I spoke to Mom.

"You shop first to the front minimarket, let Marisa Mother take care of you," Mother pinta.

I nodded at the sign of support. I patiently waited for Mom to write down the materials I had to buy. I glanced, watching Mom's serious-looking face, the corner of my lips lifted. It seems, my imaging mission will be successful.

The sun began to roll westward, making the air quite friendly to me who had to walk to meet Mother's request. Arriving at the minimarket I went, all the ingredients I took swiftly.

I make sure all the ingredients on the grocery list are not missed, even though the distance from the house to the minimarket is only about three hundred meters, I do not want if later I have to return here because of my carelessness, he said, could fail to raise my selling point in Mom's eyes.

Be loved, ulam arrived. Once out of the minimarket, Bang Rafi's bike passed right in front of me. "Bang!" I called him out loud.

Bang Rafi stopped the bike, turned the steering wheel and came back to me who had been left quite far behind.

"Hey, the tumben came out on its own! Buy what?"

"Now!" I held up a white plastic bag containing the ingredients of Mother's order cake.

Bang Rafi's forehead folded a little. "I told you to buy ingredients to make cakes" I explained.

Bang Rafi looked astonished, but she ended up smiling as well. "Yes, yu!" take him, while grabbing the bag I hold and put it on the two-tax motorcycle tank he was driving. "Hold!" Bang Rafi pulled my arm to hold the grocery bag until my hand wrapped around her waist. "Mode!" my tease.

Ah, baby, the journey from the mini market to the house is only a few minutes. In fact, I still feel at home leaning my head on Bang Rafi's back. Enjoying a distinctive aroma that is very familiar in my smell, gives a sensation of relaxation and happiness.

Mother greeted us at the door, with Marisa on her lap.

"Honey Ayaaah ...." Bang Rafi was about to kiss Marisa but was rejected by Mom. "Dirty, take a shower!" Bang Rafi pretended to frown and immediately ran as Mom was about to pinch her.

"Just brush up on your husband first, Ning! We make the cake run out of maghrib," Mother ordered. Although still without a smile, his tone sounded softer, not as usual.

I approached Bang Rafi in the room, she immediately grabbed my waist and hugged tightly. I squirmed as he brought his face closer. "Ish, freelancing ...!"

Cups,

Her lips landed on my cheek. "You!" I rubbed my cheeks.

"Oh yeah, it's tonight!" abugn.

I smiled shyly, grabbed the towel and pushed towards Bang Rafi's chest. Bang Rafi passed to the bathroom, not forgetting to blink her eyes before closing the door.

After Maghrib, Bang Rafi was in charge of looking after Marisa. He rolled out a carpet in front of the TV, lying next to Marisa while watching the football match. Bang Rafi is a football lover, and I'm the other way around.

Mother took some ingredients, while I was in charge of shaking them with a mixer. Mother said, this time we'll make a cheesecake.

"You haven't been KB yet?" mother asked, when pouring the dough into the baking sheet.

Deg, man,

I felt like I just realized something. "No, ma'am," I replied with a sigh.

"KB is there! Now, just wait for the cake to ripen," Mother said.

I bite my lips in shame. Still remember what happened last night. I must be worried I'm headed, Marisa's not even two months, if positive again can be serious. Actually, I have similar concerns. Having a child that is too close is a great challenge.

Bang Rafi who has been wearing a sarong and motorcycle was already in the garage. The motor used by Bang Rafi was the Mother's motorbike, a display motor that was only occasionally used. Mom bought a big bike just for the sake of prestige, after all I can't drive it. His children were rarely allowed to touch. Today, Mom is magical!

Bang Rafi drove me to the house of Bu Midwife Isti, forced to leave the exciting football match, because he did not dare to go against Mother's orders.

Along the way, Bang Rafi's hand clasped tightly onto my hand. Bright sky studded with stars makes the night atmosphere more and more shahdu. Sometimes we glanced at each other and threw smiles. Sowing back the seeds of love that we had always held and had time to molt because of the impact of the burden. We forget to be happy, forgetting that getting married young is the path we choose to freely love each other, not even become old.