Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Rehearsed

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Bug_24

For the second time today, I went to see Midwife Isti. His appearance was much more understated compared to last afternoon, probably because it was now past his service hours. Daster batik with a headscarf directly black contrasts with the white color of his skin.

"Sorry, Ning's bothering Midwife's night."

Midwife smiled kindly, still as sweet as this afternoon. "You want a KB?" the canal. "After you came home earlier, I just thought, it's not like KB has not. Duh, understand, invoice U," he said.

Bang Rafi waited on the front bench of the clinic, while I spoke at length with Midwife Isti. He mentioned several alternative contraceptives ranging from KB with pills, sunti, susuk and IUD. Each has its own weaknesses and strengths. Because I'm still breastfeeding, Ms. Midwife gives advice for KB with injections per three months. "There's one once a month, Ning. This one can still menstruate smoothly but has an effect on ASI production," he explained.

"Don't Ma. It's okay if the menstruation is not smooth, as long as you can continue to breastfeed Marisa calmly," I replied.

After being injected so many times, only this time, I did not feel any pain. Apparently Bu Isti has qualified skills in this field, the syringe is only left attached to my body until the medicine in it runs out without pressing the injection tool.

"Already," concluded Bu Isti, while pulling out a syringe and rubbing my body with a cotton swab that was wet and felt cold.

Bang Rafi came in to pay the cost and we decided to go home.

"Well, how many kids do you want?" I was asking.

"Five, enough," he replied.

I pinched his arm that I was holding. He complained, I laughed.

"Whatever our son is, the important thing is that his mother is still me!"

"Raise?"

"Not to talk about him, not important. Your relationship with Mom seems to be better. Thanks ...." Bang Rafi pulled my shoulder until we walked with shoulders touching each other

My mother and I cheesecake was on the table when we arrived. Mom has entered the room with the lights out, Marisa is not there, maybe you brought her to her room.

After enjoying a few pieces of cake, I asked Bang Rafi to take Marisa from Mom's room and get some rest. While I, tidying up the used equipment to make cakes. Wash it, and save it back to where it came from.

For me, physical fatigue is common. Maybe it will feel linu when you wake up, then it will come back fresh once splashed with water. The important thing is not to eat the heart, if the feeling happy, homework as heavy as anything for me does not matter.

Some days I can respond to Mom's attitude casually. Mother rules, I follow. Mother was angry, I was spoiled, Mother Nyerocos, I listened with reverence so that no violence meant until one afternoon, we had an uninvited guest.

"Mother ...!" A woman of Bang Rafi's age barged in from the doorway and immediately hugged Mom.

I who was attacking the water for the afternoon bath Marisa just watched it from a distance. A plain brown woman clad in a long moka cardigan with a matching veil looked very familiar to Mother.

"This is Ratih bring souvenirs, Mother." The girl gave the package to Mom.

What did he say? Trainer? Oh, this is Ratih the future daughter-in-law of Mom's dreams? Die me! I thought she was a tacky, flirtatious, fun-loving girl in #Kampung_Pelakor. It turned out that she was a beautiful girl, polite but elegant looking. True said Mother, she has a caste far above me.

My chest was pounding, I saw my appearance from the tip of my foot to all the parts I could see. Sleeveless batik negligee with greasy face. Original tied hair. Ah, minimal selling point! Miner me! I intended to wash my face in the bathroom, to make my face a little fresh but Mom called me.

"Ning!"

Huhhhh ....