Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

The Arrival of Mamah

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part9

It was only a few minutes before the sound of Kak Lisna's motor engine disappeared from my hearing, when Mom entered the house, again without greeting. Maybe you forgot that there is blessing in every greeting. Let alone me as a resident in this house, even if there is no one, we must still say hello if entering the house with the reading Assalamu alainaa wa alaa 'ibadillahisshooliin. Never mind, I can't possibly criticize Mom. Maybe I'll tell Bang Rafi later, let her tell Mom.

"Yes aampuun, this messy house, rich no inhabitants!" I shouted in a satirical tone.

Dug dug, dug,

My heart was beating unusually. It's always like this every time you hear Mom's scream. I could have a heart attack for a long time.

I hurried off Marisa who was breastfeeding and met Mom in the living room. TV is still on, crumbs of biscuits former snacking Gio with the lid of a jar lying on the floor, just like Mom nagging. I haven't had time to tidy it up because Marisa's been fussy asking for mimi.

"Sorry, Mom. There was Sister Lisna with Gio, Ning has not had time to clean up," I said with a heart rhythm that was still not because.

"Yes, get it done! Where's Marisa?" Mom passed me and went into the room looking for Marisa. I'm chasing after Mom.

"Mom, wash your hands first" I asked Mom. Mother looked at me sharply, but she did not stop following my will.

I cleaned the house, while Mom carried Marisa while watching my work. Percis' employer doesn't want his aides to make a mistake.

"Ning, don't hold Lisna together, you'll catch her ungodly." Mother spoke without seeing me.

"Why Lisna's sister, Mom?" manya curious.

"Because of him, Rizal is not fond of Mom. He wants his wife more. Though beautiful also not, spoiled and troublesome, yes. It's a waste of money, a waste of money!" cynical Mom.

I can only be silent. Don't know how to respond to Mom's babble. I think anything that comes out of my mouth will be bad. I better shut up.

"Rizal is not obedient, different from Rafi. Rafi must have been with Mom. If I told him to leave you too, he would, '" Mother said.

The dug dug dug dug

The rumbling in my chest became more and more crazy, I pressed the chest that felt tight. Mother, why are your words so sharp?

I couldn't stand it, I quickly swept the dirt on the floor and left Mom. I went to the kitchen to hide the tears that were about to spill. I crumpled the dishwasher sponge until the bus filled my fingers.

"What if it's true? Mother asked Bang Rafi to divorce me and Bang Rafi to obey" I said.

I washed the dishes with emotion until there was a noise when the plates clashed against each other. Sometimes I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. It's up to Bang Rafi to choose me or her mother, which I'll definitely talk to Bang Rafi tonight to go back to my contract, for my sanity. Being close to you is not good for my mental and physical health.

Even in the afternoon, the roar of the motor machine I had memorized stopped in the courtyard. Bang Rafi's home. Kugendong Marisa who has been beautiful and fragrant, I have taken a bath and a little dress up to welcome her home.

"Assynolt...." Bang Rafi said hello when she saw me at the door.

"Getishalight." I answered with the sweetest smile I could give.

Netraku caught the unusual. Bang Rafi's motor is filled with dus-dus that are stacked together, tied to a rope made of rubber tires.

"What is a Bang?" I approached Bang Rafi who was opening the rope.

"Problems from the contract. Only some of you are transporting, the rest of tomorrow will also take Bang Somad with a tub car," he said.

I was already anxious, trying to calm myself down by breathing the air a few times.

"Why do you have to move there again?" my pedicabs. Bang Rafi brought a cardboard box into the house and I followed her from behind.

"Our contract is up, Ning. Brother doesn't extend, there's no money. I've done your birth and some brother love to Mom. It's not good that we stay here if we don't help."

I sat down weak. Helpless. The salary of Bang Rafi is not much, heavy indeed if you have to pay a contract worth a quarter of his salary. Before I gave birth, I was in charge of paying the rent from the salary as a minimatket guard. But, after I became pregnant and gave birth I stopped and automatically had no income.

"What I don't feel right here, I want to move on," I complained with tears breaking.

Bang Rafi took a seat by my side and gently rubbed my head.

"Patience to Ning. I hope you can be at peace with Mother, can love each other. For Brother's sake" he asked.

I dropped a tear on his shoulder. Don't know what to say. I've repeatedly said it's not hard to stay here, not strong with Mom's attitude. But, Bang Rafi always denied, asking me to give up and not get too carried away. Bang Rafi forgot, I just gave birth, made peace with my new status as a mother only I was still teetering, let alone being told to make peace with all of Mother's treatment on me, I was sick of it.

My days are getting empty. The Bang Rafi that I was hoping to become a protective shield, was in fact not to be expected. I began to learn to accept fate despite often waking up in the middle of the night and nursing Marisa while crying. Fortunately, I was able to control myself, think and keep remembering God made my heart strong. 'It's a test, and I have to be strong, ' my mind.

Day by day I was getting thinner, losing twenty kilos of weight while pregnant. When posyandu Bu Midwife always asked me to eat nutritious food for the health of me and my baby. How else, can eat full I am grateful. Instant noodles are a stomach-boosting food when the rice runs out in the afternoon or wakes up hungry at night. No wonder, my stomach often hurts and feels bloated.

That morning I was not feeling well but my daily routine could not be abandoned. Bang Rafi's old dirty clothes played ball yesterday Sunday had piled up in the laundry, not to mention my clothes and Marisa. Last night Marisa gumoh littered the bedsheets, the more the mountains my laundry.

I chose not to accompany Mom and Bang Rafi for breakfast, the discomfort in my stomach made me feel free to eat, especially that day Mother fried shrimp, food that I could never eat.

My feet trembled as I went down the stairs after drying my clothes. The stomach starts to feel sore until cold sweat pours out on the forehead. My view is blurred. With my hands clutching the handle of the stairs I reached the kitchen floor safely. I caught a loud voice in front of the house. With almost no body movement I could control I walked towards the living room. At the door I saw Mamah and Bapak but it was not so clear and everything suddenly went dark.