Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law
Bright Point



#Birth_in_Home_Life


#Part_46


"There's greetings for Mom" I said as Mom and I sat side by side on the porch. The dry season makes the sun feel at home for a long time to give its rays, at four in the afternoon still looks very bright.


"From who?" mother asked as she continued to feed Marisa.


"The Customer, just now" I replied with a troubled heart, afraid of the reaction Mom would show.


"Did she know Mom?"


"He said so," I said diplomacy.


"This is what you make porridge, Ning? Amis like this." Mom smelled the baby porridge she was holding. Apparently he was interested in the customer I mentioned.


"Ning pake pile tuna fish, happened to be in the minimarket."


"Marisa likes it, she eats it so much." Mother looked bright because her granddaughter was eating voraciously.


I made a four-star MPASI with carbohydrates from rice, animal ptotein from fish, vegetable protein from boiled red beans and carrots as vegetable intake.


Actually making MPASI is difficult. Easy because it can set aside the food we will cook as an adult menu and make it once for several meals. It is difficult because it adds new work and requires great determination so as not to be tempted by the ease of providing instant food. But the results are amazing, there is satisfaction felt when children eat it greedily.


Kak Lisna said, MPASI that forms the character and diet of the little one. He learned discipline and regularity because of the usual eating schedule he did. Being a child who is accustomed to healthy foods such as fruits and vegetables that are generally not liked by children. Also make children can eat various types of food, not choosy.


"Look at this, Mother's grandchild cheeks, the more rich bunder bakpao," said Mother. I just smiled in response. If she'd say "mother's granddaughter", it's a matter of saying, "your son, Ning". Usually my heart stuck with the words Mother who was so, but now no longer, it is common.


I failed to extract information about Mr. Rahardian from Mother. Later I will try again from Bang Rafi or ... Ratih, seems to know a lot about Mom's past, I'll try to contact her later.


The routine of the day was finished when Bang Rafi and I had been lying on the bed. Bang Rafi was still holding her gadget with her right, while her left hand was supporting her head.


"Bang ...." I pushed his shoulder a little tight.


Bang Rafi was still busy playing her fingers over the phone screen making upward and downward movements.


"Abang, um!" I started to shake her shoulders harder.


"Who did you meet?" Bang Rafi looked at me sharply after a few seconds she was pinning the screen. I glanced at what he saw on the phone. Gawat, apparently from earlier he was stalking my facebook account. I took my hands off her body, my guts shrieked.


"Father Brother" I replied timidly.


"Well, are you the same person?" Bang Rafi got out of bed. I also took a seat at his side.


All the events that I went through this afternoon I told Bang Rafi without reducing or exaggerating them in the least.


"It seems like he misses Brother and all." I looked down, feeling guilty for having dared to meet Mr. Rahardian without Bang Rafi's permission. I accepted his anger.


Bang Rafi went out of the room. He'd rather silence me without explaining the reason for his hatred for Mr. Rahardian. I failed to get any information.


That night, for the first time I stayed one roof with Bang Rafi but did not sleep with her in one room. Apparently he's really angry.


The silence of Bang Rafi continued until morning, he only answered my question in front of Mom, even with short sentences. He didn't talk to me that morning, even forgetting to kiss me on the forehead before I left for work. His childishness came again.


That's Bang Rafi, choosing to silence me when I'm angry. While I can't stand to keep the problem until it drags on. I want him to talk from his heart and we are both looking for solutions so that there is no longer any discomfort in the heart. But, it looks like I won't get what I expected and today will be very long.


[Assalamualaikum Ratih] I sent a message to Ratih. Slightly reluctant to invite him to talk by phone, afraid of disturbing.


A few minutes without a reply. I occasionally look at the cell phone when sweeping the house. Checking for a reply from Ratih.


Ting, uh,


One message came into my phone.


[Waalaikumsalam Ning, how are you?]


[Alhamdulillah good. How you?]


[I just finished the surgery, now recovery]


[What is your condition now? Sorry to disturb]


[It's better. I'm excited to follow the advice of Puji, your friend. The possibility of growing up again was great, but the surgery became the best effort I could do, I wanted to have a child like you]


I read Ratih's message with bad feelings. How I should thank God for being a beautiful and healthy child so easily, while other women have to fight so hard to get the same favor.


[Spirit yes, Train 🤗🤗🤗]


[Thank you, Ning 😊 I want an opration because Mas Han came and asked to come back. He promised to stay with me]


My mouth was round reading a message from Ratih about Hanjaya, her ex-husband who was the fabric manager.


[Alhamdulillah .. congratulations, Ratih. I'm happy.]


[Sometimes, we are completely convinced of our love for someone after a long separation. Mas Han said, he can't feel love for another woman like he loves me 😅]


[Maybe it's called true love 😇]


[Yes, like Rafi's love for you] Retaliates, making me smile to myself.


[Maybe like Mr. Rahardian's love for Mom?] my reply again tried to refocus on my initial intention of contacting Ratih.


[Lho ... Do you know Om Husein?]


And the ringtone of the phone instantly rang, Ratih's curiosity made him switch our chat on live chat over the phone.


"It seems I missed some interesting news." Ratih enthusiastically initiated the conversation.


I also told the beginning I knew Mr. Rahardian Huesin until finally able to meet him yesterday afternoon.


"Looks like he's good" I said.


"Indeed. When I was a child, I was always given lots of toys with Om Hussein. He also likes to carry me, I am in the right hand and Rafi is in the left hand. We are the same age."


My conversation and Ratih getting more exciting, it seems like this time I did not choose the wrong source.


I was more excited to talk to Ratih, when he told Mr. Rahardian based on his point of view. Mr. Rahardian is a loving, hardworking man and a concern for the family.


So why is he cheating?