Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Mom Says I'm Poor

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part5

Not wanting to be an ungodly child, that was Bang Rafi's reason for forcing me to stay in Mom's house. But, she was not afraid of being a dzolim husband.

"Mother is very dear to Marisa, Ning," said Bang Rafi.

I admit Mom was very considerate of our daughter, Marisa. All her needs Mother provides. But, as in-laws and fellow women, I have no empathy, no heart.

I asked Bang Rafi to be a masseuse. To reduce my pain. Habits in my village, the mother who gave birth was ordered paraji (duk beranak) so that tense muscles and nerves can relax again.

Mom allowed it because she had no choice, she got tired of seeing me almost all day in bed because my body was hot.

The big wall clock in Mother's house had just chimed six times when a middle-aged woman came along with Bang Rafi. His posture is similar to the cast of Atun in the film Si Doel. Her face was sweet with a warm smile that adorned her.

Yellow kebaya patterned flowers, matching with the sarong cloth he wore. The long veil of the old fashioned pasmina model is attached to cover the hair of the woman who has the mole on her forehead.

Marisa I fell asleep, and I left it to Mom. I started to get ready by wearing a sarong. Massage usually takes a long time.

Mak Piyah, as he called himself. Start massaging me from the back, head, hands to feet.

"First child huh, Neng?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. I'm Swinging, Mak. Just call Ning," I explained.

During his work, Mak Piyah told me about himself who had learned massage massage since he was a girl, Mak Piyah's mother used to work as a child shaman as well.

"With the birth, can't work hard first Ning. By the way, you can't go on a date. On the outside it looks healthy, well inside it is still injured," he said

I'm ingrained. If only I could, I would have chosen to be silent and become the queen of this postpartum. But who is willing to serve me? I don't eat if I don't take it myself. There are no clean clothes if I don't wash them, and my Maris would run out of diapers and trinkets if I didn't wash them as soon as she peed or peed. It's nice to be able to wear disposable diapers, but I don't allow it.

"Ning's stomach is bloated, Mak. Rich mules catch wind. Keep on hurting until it gets creepy. Ning Meriang," I complained. It was like I was talking to Mom. Mak Piyah's gentle massage made my heart and body feel comfortable.

"The role is still that swollen, Ning. Later Mak make godogan leaf spray same betel leaf, let the wound dry spout," he added.

Mak Piyah said, now she rarely handles labor. There are already more professional village midwives with modern health sciences. But, Mak Piyah still called people to massage on the third, seventh, fifteen, thirty and forty days, after giving birth.

"You are two weeks" I replied.

"New co sorted?" search Mak Piyah. "This role is also still swollen, not healed rich new birth three days," said Mak Piyah when he massaged my stomach.

"Ning doesn't know yet, who used to massage here, Mak, don't know." I reasoned. Don't want to tell too much, anyway the good name of Bang Rafi's family must be taken care of.

"How does it feel to be in the house of in-laws, Seneng huh? if you don't want to, be afraid. It is better at home or at home parents. That must be because Bu Sukma really loves you?" the Terka Mak Piyah.

"Hehe ... " I just laughed blandly. "House of Mamah Ning far away Mak, in the village. Poor Bang Rafi will be difficult if you want to meet his son," I replied.

I was honest about my answer. I feel sorry for Bang Rafi if I have to go back and forth to visit us. Three hours of travel on steep terrain is not something that is easy to get through. I also thought about the conditions in Mamah's house. House walled cubicle with bathroom outside. Also the room space is limited, pity my sister Wening, definitely not go to the room if I live in Mamah's house. Although I'm sure, there Mom will take care of me wholeheartedly.

There was a sense of regret when I recalled Mamah's advice first. Mamah did not agree that I was married to Bang Rafi. Our age is the same age, Bang Rafi's lifestyle is too concerned with outward appearance, also because Bu Sukma, Bang Rafi's mother who is considered Mamah is very arrogant. One look, people can already guess that Mom has a hard disposition. The veil on his forehead was prominent, his eyes were sharp and his lips were never symmetrical when he smiled.

According to Mamah, I would be happier if I married Bang Hendra, the son of Mamah's friend who openly expressed his love for me. But I love Bang Rafi. I was too confident that love would make me accept everything about her, including her mother.

"Ning, even daydream." Mak Piyah's pat on my thighs made me go back to the real world. Regret is useless.

Nearly two hours of massage took place. Feels light. Headaches and aches all over the body I no longer feel even though the whole body feels sticky with coconut oil that Mak Piyah rubbed all over my body.

"Thank you, Mom" I said sincerely.

"Together, Ning. Later water godogan sembung and betihnya Mak tell the child Mak to bring here yes, must be drunk!" he said with a threatening look.

"Ready!" I lifted the thumb of the sign.

I slipped the envelope I had prepared as we shook hands. Mak Piyah thanked him and said goodbye to go home.

The cloth I was wearing was wet, my ASI dripped. People say it's a sign that the baby is hungry. I'm back in my clothes. Let it stick like this until noon, Mak Piyah message I can not immediately take a shower after being sorted.

I caught up with Mom who was babysitting Marisa in the yard. He seemed to be chatting with someone.

"Si Ning is a poor fellow Tin, lucky I brought you here. If you're eating at her parents' house, you might not eat her!"

"Astagfirulloh ... Mommy ...."