I'm Not Taking It Again

Not my Will

Every midnight, Niar would spit out everything he had eaten. Make Dirga sometimes can not bear to see his wife with a body that is getting thinner.

"Well, if your condition continues like this. Better, you're on the infusion, yeah. I'm afraid you and our baby are okay." Niar nodded. His body was very weak. And no food entered his body. It was as if everything was rejected by the baby.

"Well, I want a fruit salad."

Dirga quickly made it. His wife's request will always follow. No matter midnight or morning. Dirga will follow Niar's wishes.

Niar will continue to stick to Dirga's body when Dirga makes something for him. The more days, Niar is increasingly reluctant to part with Dirga. He would cry, if Dirga was not by his side

What a very spoiled pregnant woman.

"It's over." Dirga showed Niar his work and the smile arch was engraved on Niar's face.

"Where do you eat?"

"There?" point Niar at the dining table.

For almost a month Niar has never accompanied her husband to eat at the dinner table. Not without reason, Niar can not smell any cooking. Instantly, his stomach instantly nauseated.

Patiently Dirga fed Niar. Niar will only eat when even day. It was a meal made by Dirga, her husband. Fortunately, Dirga had an incredible level of patience. Able to face the spoiled attitude at once crybaby Niar.

"Ay, I want some fried rice. Four of them." Dirga smiled towards Niar because it felt funny when he saw his wife spoiled like this.

Tired, tired that Dirga felt, turned into happiness when he saw his wife smiling happily. After all Dirga, he would never refuse Niar's request. To him, making his wife happy was his main responsibility.

Dirga can't cook. Because of the request from his wife, he finally tried to cook. Salty, tasteless, always wild cuisine. For Niar, all Dirga cuisine is delicious. In fact, on Dirga tongue it feels very strange and makes nausea. Dirga once told Niar to throw away his food. But Niar was crying.

"His elors ripen what half-baked, Yang."

"Two ripe, two half-baked," said Niar who was busy chewing strawberries.

Fifteen minutes later, Dirga-style fried rice was already in front of Niar's eyes. Niar ate fried rice made by Dirga. Not until ten minutes, fried rice four eggs completely devoured by Niar. Makes Dirga shake in disbelief.

It was so nice to see Niar like this. However, the state of Niar changes when morning approaches. His body will be weak and his smell will be very sensitive. There is no food that Niar can eat. Drinking water should not be arbitrary. Dirga has replaced several brands of gallon water that he consumes. But, Niar still spewed it out. And after finding mineral water that doesn't make his wife nauseous. Finally, Dirga replaced the mineral water that he usually consumed with other brands.

"You want to sleep?" bargain Dirga. Niar nodded.

Slowly Dirga brought Niar's body to his room. Now, their room is downstairs. So, more freely Niar do its activities. Although, Niar never likes to go out of the room.

The days changed, Niar's condition was still the same as that. And by any chance tonight, Dirga comes home tonight. Makes Niar miss half to death. In fact, there was his mother-in-law who accompanied him. But, Niar still felt reluctant. Especially considering how her in-laws behaved five years ago. Deliberately separating him from Dirga. But they love each other.

"Bok, every day Niar is like that?" mama Septi asked Mbok Sum.

"Yes, Mom. The lady rarely went out of the room. He prefers to spend his time in the room. After all, even if he's out there aren't any friends to chat with."

"When was she pregnant?" ask Mamah Septi again.

"Mrs can't eat ma'am yet. Just smelling the aroma of cooking she can't. Hence, every day you always eat alone."

"Kok is getting worse, yeah. Supposedly, no matter what Niar's condition, she should still serve her husband. Don't act like a princess in this house" exasperated Mamah Septi.

"Harp Ma'am, this is the first pregnancy for Madam. And you look like you're having fun too. Never protest," said Mbok Sum.

"He's not really a mabok. But, it's basically spoiled."

Niar who was about to leave the room also abandoned his intentions. From earlier, he heard the babble for the sake of the ravings that Mamah-in-law lay. A drop of clear grain, slid from his eyes.

"It's not my wish like this" he murmured.

It's ten in the night, Dirga hasn't come home yet. Dirga did say if, will come home late. Because there was an impromptu meeting.

In the kitchen, Mbok Sum was astonished because it was not usual for Niar not to come out. Usually, after Maghrib, Niar will take strawberries or grapes to bring into the room.

"Is Madam okay?"

Before long, Dirga arrived at his house. Previously, he cleaned himself in the kitchen bathroom. Because, he said pamali if from the outside did not clean first. Moreover, his wife was pregnant.

"Not sleeping, Mbok?" ask Dirga.

"No, Mister. I still have to clear this up," Mbok Sum replied as he pointed towards the kitchen furniture.

"Well, when you're done getting to bed, yeah."

"Yes, Sir."

Dirga also away from Mbok Sum, then Mbok Sum remembered something. He took strawberries and wine from the fridge. And chasing his master.

"Master, sorry." Dirga's steps stopped when he heard Mbok Sum's voice.

"This, sir, the lady did not leave the room. Usually the madam would take this fruit and then, take it to the room." Dirga was silent for a moment hearing Sum's words. Dirga also received a fruit box from the hands of Mbok Sum.

When Dirga was about to open the door of his room, the mother made Dirga sculpt for a moment.

"What's that?" point Mamah Septi at the hand of Dirga carrying the lunchbox.

"Fruit for Niar."

"Why do you have to bring it? Is she the queen of this house? Nothing should be served," recounted Mamah Septi.

"From that moment your wife never left the room. I don't like it with Mamah because Mamah is here" she told Dirga.

"Udah? I'm tired, I want to rest." Dirga went into his room. He did not heed Mamah Nina's words at all.

Seen, the wife was asleep. She smiled, then approached him. However, Dirga noticed there was a trace of tears at the end of Niar's eyes. Makes Dirga guess what makes his wife cry. And it was clear, Niar's stomach was ringing. Marking Niar doesn't eat anything. Dirga looked towards the nightstand. There's no food there. Just an empty glass.

"Are you crying because of Mama?"

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