I'm Not an Actor

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Today's schedule check the content. My gestational age has reached seven months. And my stomach is already huge. To the point that I have trouble walking.

Tumben Yoga can't take me. Usually he would take the time to drive. It will even lead me.

Dance apologized for not being able to drive. He said he had a schedule to meet his teacher today.

Dance lecture is about to be finished, just thesis he said. And he must be active pedekate with his guidance lecturer. Let it be easy on his business, he said.

Ah, I don't know. I never went to college. See most lecturers also if the neighbor who happens to be his profession as a lecturer again washing his car.

Want to invite my mother, Diamond will also come later. I feel sorry for you if you have to chase the Diamonds who are still busy on the road. It was no longer a road, but a run. Although they often fall.

Be me going alone. It doesn't matter, I can still do it myself.

By taking an online taxi I got to the hospital where I used to control. Nice here, the doctor is very friendly.

Even he once sneered at me to give one of my children to him. This is a doctor just there. My son's time is to be asked, is it food?

As the taxi I was riding passed by a shopping mall, I saw Yoga walking with a woman.

I didn't know who she was, but when she looked, I saw her face.

He's Lidya. Yoga friends who met me at his friend's shop who became a photographer.

What do they want to do this day and day? Lunch maybe. I try to think positively.

Arriving at the hospital, and completing the administrative process, I sat in the waiting chair.

My queue number is pretty big. I have to queue for twenty more. It's so boring. Waiting for that much queue.

While sitting I chat Yoga. Just a whim, I'm asking where he is again.

The answer to Yoga is quite surprising. He answered again in his office.

If he's in his office again, then who did I see? I regret that I did not take a photo or video so that Yoga can not be avoided.

After replying to my first chat, Yoga did not reply to my second chat.

Out of annoyance, I video-called him. I want to know where Yoga really is.

The first call was ignored. The second call was ignored.

I, who was already getting annoyed, looked for a rather quiet place. Then I made the third call. Stay ignored.

I feel like crying. How not, I who was struggling to bring two children in my stomach even in lying.

I try to stifle my emotions. Because of the shame also on other mothers who are waiting in line.

I almost fell asleep and waited for my number to arrive. At three o'clock in the afternoon my queue number was just called.

Thank God the condition of the children in my womb is all healthy. Yes definitely. I also have experience of pregnancy, so I can keep the children in my womb well.

After I finished checking and redeemed some vitamins, I again ordered an online taxi to go home.

I was so tired and sleepy. I pingin cepet-cepet get home and fall.

The taxi I was riding in passed by again in front of the shopping center earlier.

And either by chance or how, I came back to see Yoga walking again with Lidya.

This time they even joined hands. Looks like they're crossing the street.

The distance between me and them isn't really far. But because the road was smooth, the taxi I was riding in quickly passed them.

And there's no chance of me taking pictures of them. Because my phone is in the bag.

Arriving home, my new Siti ART bik opened the door for me. Bik Siti is a maid in the old Great mas house.

Because of the economic conditions of the Great mas are getting worse, making it no longer able to use the services of the bik Siti.

When I was looking for a maid a few days ago, I found her phone number.

Actually I don't intend to use his services, because I think he's got a job somewhere else. I just wanted to ask if she had any neighbors or relatives who would work for me.

Bik Siti greeted my phone with joy. He turned out to have been unemployed for a long time, since the Great mas dismissed him. Bik Siti no longer works.

Lucky for me too, because I got the ART I know well. Even Bik Siti was like her own parents.

My family knew him too, so they trusted him to take care of me.

"Capek, Miss Wid?" ask bik Siti. I really do not want to be called Mother again the same bik Siti. Let her call my mother if it's right again in my house.

"Such a shred, Bik. Look at my feet until it's sore and swollen." I showed my feet.

"Here sits what splints. I pinched his leg." I was happy to stretch myself and the Siti started massaging my legs.

It was so good, I fell asleep on the couch. I slept for almost two hours. When I woke up, it was five o'clock more.

Bik Siti, who saw me sound asleep, did not want to wake me up.

As soon as I wake up I go to the bathroom. The body feels sticky and lethargic too. The shower could be fresher.

"Bik, Yoga hasn't come home yet?" ask Siti's bik after I get out of the bathroom. I still only wear towels. Habits I still have trouble changing. But no problem anyway, anyway bik Siti is not someone else for me.

"Not yet, Ma'am," replied bik Siti.

I nodded and then entered my room. I wear a loose negligee to make it more comfortable.

I did deliberately buy some loose negligee, because of my twin pregnancy, enough to make my stomach grow bigger.

"Bik, would you please make me some milk? I want to wait for Yoga on the terrace" I asked.

"Don't on the porch, Ma'am. Already want maghrib, it's not good to sit alone outside."

Yes already, I just according to what bik Siti said. Usually, parents talk means good.

I sat in the living room. Soon Bik Siti came to bring me a glass of pregnant mother's milk and bread with my favorite chocolate jam.

"It was eaten first. Last afternoon Ms. Wid had not eaten, after all?" guess bik Siti.

"Kok you know, Bik?"

"That's. It looks fitting came his body limp. Usually if Ms. Wid is so sure because she hasn't eaten."

"Yes, Bik. Males ate," I replied.

"Eh, can't do that. Especially the one inside there are two." Bik Siti pointed at my stomach.

"Yes Bik. Eat with Yoga" I replied.

But unfortunately, until the evening Yoga did not go home. There are no reports either. The hape is inactive.

Bik Siti kept forcing me to eat, because she was worried that my children were starving.

At ten in the evening, Yoga did not come home. I tried to call Tari, but hape Tari was also inactive. I asked Andi why Cape Dance was inactive, he said he did not know.

Finally I can only sleep hugging the bolster while waiting for Yoga who somehow came home at what time.