Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

My son was asked by Mother

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#part6

Mother looked stifled as her tail caught my shadow standing nearby. But, it's not Mother's name if she feels guilty let alone apologise.

I ventured to look into Mom's eyes, demanding an explanation from her words just now. Enough of me to feel insulted here but if you insult my family too, I don't accept it.

"Well, you see Mom like that, Ning? The persambet?" cetus Mother.

I'm about to open my mouth. But, Mom hurriedly gave Marisa to my lap. "Your son, love ASI. If you don't want to breastfeed me!"

The deg!

What did Mom mean? Does he think Marisa's a chick that can be given away. Does she feel more entitled to Marisa than I gave birth to her? Mom left me. My chest rumbled, tight. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. I bit my lips and clenched my hands, hoping that this anger would go away and not be the poison that killed my body.

I don't care about Ma'am Titin looking at me pity. I swung a quick step towards the room to breastfeed Marisa. My baby whines he refuses when I kiss him. "It's mimi!" Roughly I approached Marisa, I stuffed the ASI in her little mouth so she would stop crying. Marisa was uncomfortable, many times she stopped her suction.

"Mimi Marisa's! Don't cry! If you cry, Mama love you to Grandma drop by, heh!" That eleven-day baby was the target of my emotions.

Marisa began to suck, asiku rushing filled her tiny mouth that looked overwhelmed swallowing. The pain of full ASI slowly disappears, alternating with the indescribable pleasure of the word. Only Mom knows what it's like.

"Astagfirulloh...." I scooped my face rough. My consciousness returned as my eyes looked into the eyes of Beautiful Marisa. "Excuse Your Mama, Son ... I'm sorry.." I put my lips on Marisa's cheek. I breathed air from all over his face, the tightness in my chest slowly dissipated.

Marisa let go of the suction from my right chest that felt empty, then I moved it to the left. He seemed comfortable with ASI this time out heavily, probably the effect of the Mak Piyah sequence, because the days before ASIKu drag, Marisa will long suckle to make put*ngku blisters and sore.

I put my little baby on a pretty pink mattress that Mom gave me. I pulled the mosquito net on the top of the mattress so that my baby was safe and comfortable, hunger made me want to eat immediately. It's almost nine o'clock and not a single grain of rice has entered my stomach. I deliberately delayed breakfast because I wanted to be sorted.

I'm out of the room. The house looks empty. Maybe you've gone to the kiosk. He never said anything when he left, didn't even greet me when he came home. He would signal me with a leg-banging sound in front of my bedroom door when I was home. Ah, Mother. Why is our relationship so bad? What wrong?

Two pieces of tempeh and a small bowl of spinach, served on the table, but I knew this morning the mother was frying chicken. Ah, that's what I can eat. I saw the rice on the magicom, Alhamdulillah full. I did ask Bang Rafi to buy rice and cook it myself at dawn until the portion of rice in this house did not worry me. Let there be no side dishes, rice is enough as solace. Because being hungry is such an unbearable pain.

Mother lived alone in this house after Bang Rafi's parents divorced. If only Mom's attitude could be softer, I wouldn't mind staying here. Mom's not lonely and we don't have to contract. But, with her cynical attitude, I would rather stay in a narrow stone slit than continue eating my heart every day.

Satisfied stomach and fresh body make my mood better. I heard a knock on the door when I rubbed Marisa's pee. In this house there is a washing machine, but for all Marisa's clothes I was told to wash her by hand, afraid the baby is sore. I don't know if it's a myth or a fact. I'm more willing to argue with Mom.

I put my laundry in a blue bucket still filled with soapy water, then walked towards the door. A thick-bodied young man stood with a black pouch in his hand.

"Sister Ning huh?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding.

"It's from Mom" said the boy, handing over his luggage.

I gladly accepted and thanked him. Do not forget to send greetings to Mak Piyah.

The package contained one plastic bag of deep green water. Maybe it was the boiled water of the leaves and betel that Mak Piyah said this morning. One more bag containing wajit cake ijo beans are perfect for snacks nursing mothers like me. I am grateful to meet Mak Piyah so that she is always healthy and given an abundance of sustenance.

I poured the liquid on a big glass. It smells so bad, I don't like it. But, imagining Mak Piyah who had bothered to make it, I forced myself to drink it.

I held the glass with my right hand while my left hand pressed my nose.

Glek, one gulp goes into the esophagus. Hoek .. almost out again. My eyes water.

I tried drinking it again. This time with a deep breath first. And .. success. One full glass is not left, hopefully a cure.

Forgive .. I don't want any more. It is better to eat tablets, capsules and such than to take a concoction like this. I can't afford.

After struggling to finish the drink, I continued washing and drying it in the attic. Why do I have to be in the attic? My legs were shaking and I had to be very careful when I went up and down the stairs.

Just wanted to cook the room when again there was a knock on the door. Suddenly the door opened, a five-year-old boy appeared from behind the door followed by Kak Lisna, Bang Rafi's sister-in-law.

Trouble again