I Was Pitted When Pregnant With My Third Child
Chapters. 8 Remembering the time to return home
"yes mother, thank you mother, already want to hear my curhatan, thank you for everything, thanks because you have kept my disgrace neatly" I said to mother Kinara and Shasha
"Same mam, kak "their answer is compact...
"mah, adek nangis ni "Call Akbar, the time has shown at 11.00 WIB noon, maybe because Attar was hungry so wept, I forgot that Attar had not eaten.
"yes, son, we go home again bang, I'm hungry" I replied, holding Attar.
"iya ma " Sahut Akbar while standing
"mother, I go home first yes, oo yes bund Shasha later please really bund, tell me "my word to mother Kinara and mother Shasha
"i need your opinion and input both of you, again thank you "so on
"yes, sister, I will tell ya sis" replied Shasha's mother and Kinara's mother nodded and smiled as she walked towards me with the package in plastic.
"this is mas, there is Lauk, earlier bang Akbar wanted, when I was cooking mam" said mother Kinara while putting it into my hands
"thank you, Bund, very good with us "I say thank you
"same mam, never feel alone mam, we are neighbors, we are the same women, we are the same as children, do not be ashamed if you want to tell a story , let's find the best way out. Think with a cool head mam, remember one thing mam, the decision you take will affect the mental child" said mother Kinara Long, I justify his words by nodding.
"remember the words of mam people, children are happier with their biological father, however the father of his womb than have a stepfather mam. But there are also sometimes his stepfather who is much better than the biological father but that's a small percentage of mam" continued mother Kinara while holding my hand.
"yes, my brother, be strong for the sake of your child" said mother Shasha
"yes mother, thank God you have neighbors like the two of you" answered me with a smile
Arriving at home, I opened the package from mother Kinara's house earlier. Thank God all the contents are complete, at least for today my children eat with enough side dishes today. There is fish sambal, chicken soup mixed with potatoes and carrots, and fried tofu tempeh. Mother Kinara is better known to excess people in this housing, I do not know how she manages finances, but I know indeed she is a scholar maybe because of that she is good at managing finances.
"Well, how did you cry at Kinara's house, mama why? bad papa ya ma" said bang Akbar while looking at me
" ha' abg heard the cheerful mama earlier "my answer, a bit worried because I was afraid Akbar heard his papa mistake, I did not want my son to know how his papa. I'm afraid I'll reduce the child's respect to his papa.
"no ma, I just heard you say your name but I don't know the story mah, so really mah, bad papa" asked my son with a serious look.
"no son, papa ngak bad really, mama just remember the late grandmother just son" I replied while stroking his head.
"yes, I went to the room first yes" Akbar said
Finished all the work today, the children had already taken a nap. Still heard the reason mas Arsya this morning, the error he did because I came home when my mother died.
Still remember clearly, when mom died we came home four. But because Arsya mas work can not be long in the village, only three can be in the village. But at that time I was still not strong enough to go home to the city, because I wanted to pray for my mother to finish on the seventh day. Until finally I asked for permission to stay four more days in the hometown and mas Arsya allowed on the grounds that I was also the first child of course I was obliged to guide my sister. Although three of my four sisters are already married.
Until four days later, I returned to the city, the state of our household, my relationship with Arsya is still harmonious. Two weeks later, I still remember that night how we were talking.
"Mas, how many more days 40 days his mother, father and sister asked me to go home mas, to prepare the mother's prayer" I said to mas Arsya while sitting relaxed
"yeah deck, you're the one who went home deck, like his mas ngak can go home for this time, work a lot of deck, if forced to go home later , mas afraid boss angry " answered Arsya at that time
"Yes mas, I understand, plus again because of another pandemic, more PHK yes mas, afraid we will be fired suddenly the same boss" I replied at that time. Because at that time I thought, if Arsya mas still desperate to go home, I was afraid to return from the village mas Arsya lost his job.
"yes deck, when will adek want to go home clay his plan "ask mas Arsya
" dad asked for one Sunday before praying mas, means Sunday tomorrow mas, how many days are mas" I replied
"yes come home, what will you wear?" ask my husband at that time
"picked up Roy, he's not busy" I replied. Roy's my youngest brother, now he's taking care of my father's and mother's estate. Coincidentally my mother's father had a car, it was for the family so he could pick us up.
"i'm the deck, what's it, it's better, I'm not worried if you go home with Roy, how long is the plan in the village" asked my husband at that time
"if two weeks can be ngak mas, but if ngak can and if the mas can not be enough a week aja mas, after his prayer finished adek home" answer me at that time without a word.
" it can be deck , I can do kok heheheh" he said with a laugh
"in any case if you return to the city of prayer , sapean adek later deck" continued mas Arsya at that time
"yes mas, if you do not feel objection yes already adek two weeks in the village yes mas "my answer, because after that prayer , a lot of work must be done. In addition, I want to accompany father, who must be more lonely than our son.
That was our conversation before I went home to pray for my mother. I didn't think you were the reason for your error. How wicked you are.
Ting, it looks like the sound of chat coming in, from the screen hp seen the name of sister Yuli, my chat is already in reply to sister Yuli like her.
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