Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Miss Sok-sial-ita

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_35

Like a buffalo that had its nose poked, I carried a tote bag that I thought contained Miss Sok-sial-ita's clothes.

Sintia and Bang Risman and Mother walked ahead of me who tried to balance the body by holding Marisa and a big tentengan.

I put Innate Sintia on the front desk and re-joined the people in the kitchen. No matter the first impression of meeting Sintia who was so annoying. With Bang Risman, I met a few times when Bang Risman visited Mom's house. I always avoided Bang Risman because I was uncomfortable with the way he looked at me. Charming spreader!

The day that awaited arrived, I wore a white robe matching the cocoa worn by Bang Rafi. Marisa was dressed so pretty. White dres with a bando of flowers on head. The knitting shoes I made covered her tiny feet which now began to move nimblely kicking around.

The series of events ranging from alawasul readings, prayers, sholawat marhaba to surround Marisa to pray and her hair cut went smoothly. The event closed with a friendly banquet for every guest who came.

Supposedly, the main star today is Marisa, but the dominant ones appearing are Mother and Sintia.

"This is Loh Jeng, my daughter-in-law who is the director of the Bank," said Mother almost to every guest who came.

Me and Sister Lisna just looked at each other then threw a knotty smile. After putting Marisa to sleep I joined the logistics team again to just make sure every bowl served is full of food. Mother's garage is decorated in such a way with a gold background, where we entertain each guest with a variety of dishes.

I passed by Bang Risman who was holding an empty glass. "You want some water, Bang?" my many.

"Yes, Sintia's thirsty. I want iced oranges, he said."

Yaasalaaammm .. so very dear daughter-in-law Mother.

"Here, let Ning make it," I said as I grabbed a glass from Bang Risman's hand. I can't bear to see the man in the suit having to bother going to the kitchen.

"Aren't they here?" bang Risman asked as he pointed at the buffet table.

I shook my head and immediately went to the kitchen to make the orange ice that was asked for syntax. A few oranges squeezed me in half, squeezing the water into the glass I had placed the filter on top of. Two spoons of sugar I added before pouring water and ice cubes. Stirring until late. "Sarr ...." Want me to drink it if I don't remember who this orange ice is for.

I went back to the garage but didn't find Bang Risman there. Sintia msih is engrossed in being the center of attention surrounded by Mother and her friends.

"Sister, this is the orange ice" I said as I was only two steps away from where Sintia was standing.

Sintia grabbed the glass in my hand with a suspicious look. Mom just took a quick glance at me without intending to introduce me to her friends.

"This is Rafi's wife?" ask a friend of Mom.

I nodded and smiled and grabbed Mom's hand for me to experience. Since childhood it has been so common.

"Beautiful, polite. So sweet of you ..." praise the mothers with the broad veil while rubbing my shoulders.

Sintia who was gulping her orange ice choked, she coughed a few times. "It's so sweet! Intentionally, you want to make me diabetic!" hardik Sintia while pushing the glass into my chest until the splash of water left a yellow stain on my shirt.

"What the hell!" Sister Lisna threw my hand violently. "You don't be weak to be people, Ning. Can be continuously colonized!"

"So don't you want Ning to make orange ice?" I tried to distract him.

"Ah, you. Not fun!" Sister Lisna passed by leaving me with a mouthful.

The show finished at about four in the afternoon. Everyone behind the stage is busy. I tidied up the remaining food, poured it on a big pot to warm up and it would be shared with the family and all who helped this event. Bang Rafi was busy pulling out the holster on the plastic chair and piling it up. Mamah accompanied Marisa in the room with Gio.

Mr. permission to go home first after the core event is completed, tomorrow Monday will be the Regent visit to our village, Mr. BPD chairman is responsible for preparing the event.

"Any help?"

I glanced at the person next to me. The shirt's been rolled up to the elbow. The coat he was wearing had already come off.

"No need, Bang. Ning can be alone."

Bang Risman paid no heed to my refusal, he was busy pouring rendang on the empty pot I had prepared. I was worried about his gaze and his grin.

"Bus ... Miss Suparti!" I called Miss Suparti who happened to pass by. "Please help Bang Risman's friend settle this, Ning want to make coffee first for Bang Rafi." I soon passed leaving Bang Risman without saying goodbye. It's scary to be near him.

"Ning!" Bang Risman called me.

"Yes, Bang."

"Bikinin coffee is also for you. Black coffee yes" he asked. This time with a symmetrical smile.

"OK!" I raised my thumb, supported.

By the Maghrib the house had returned clean as before. That night my mother's house was so crowded. Baby, Bang Risman's twin sons didn't get together.

Sintia did not join, since he was busy complaining with hot air without AC, asked to get an anti-mosquito lotion, I gave telon oil plus anti-mosquito had marisa rejected, she said, until Bang Rafi had to go to the minimarket to buy all the goods requested by the palace princess. I just prepared coffee and snacks and went to the room to put Marisa to bed. I don't know what they're talking about because sometimes I hear them whispering, laughing and then getting back late with serious conversations.

Actually I'm a minder. Out of my three daughters-in-law, I was the lowest in education and economic level. Bang Rafi as the youngest child can not be proud. He was only a factory worker, losing away from Bang Rizal who was a branch head of a company let alone Bang Risman who was a contractor with the support of Sintia a Bank official.

I'm not demanding much on Bang Rafi. Simple living habits made me accept whatever condition Bang Rafi was in. But, after chatting with Sister Lisna, it turned out that my attitude was not entirely right. Lisna said, the woman must demand a lot that men are motivated to succeed. I didn't agree at first, but Lisna's explanation was completely logical.

Men will have more power when challenged, but in good ways, of course, it is not precisely demanding a partner beyond his ability.

I was still fiddling with the new toy that Lisna gave when Bang Rafi walked into the room with a smile.

"What the hell is it?" many wonder.

"Bare proud of you."