Lightly Longing

Yellow Pulse

I saw his face whimpering, obviously I panicked. He just got a stab wound. Whether it's a knife or whatever it is, he's obviously hurt.

Mr. Arbi pulled my body, he hugged me tightly. I was obviously cengo with his treatment.

"I'm fine, Ta." Suddenly I pushed his body to release his embrace. Hit his upper arm in a row.

"Aw, it hurts, Ta," he said, and I replied with an annoyed face.

"Thankiratin!" I said, the nurse I called came.

"Excuse me, do I have anything to help?"

"Not so, Ma'am. There are only fraudsters!" I growled at his random behavior. Mr. Arbi seemed to smile by rubbing his back nape.

The girl in the hospital uniform also resigned. I'm still lazy to see Mr. Arbi. Maybe he was joking about the pain. He doesn't know what, I almost got a heart removed because of him.

"Ta," he called out, I still hold my hand behind him. "Ta, I'm sick again. How do you keep sinking, anyway?"

"Or, uh!"

I landed my ass in the blue plastic chair next to the gurney. Still don't want to see it. I only glanced at him, he seemed to be trying to get up.

His hand was trying to grab my shoulder. I took a deep breath, then finally changed my sitting position to face him.

"What do you want?"

"Here, Ta," he said, patting the hospital bed beside him. He asked me to sit next to him. I did it too, I couldn't bear to see it.

He rubbed my cheek gently, he did not blink for a long time. I took his hand into my grasp.

"What's up, Mom? Why do you see me like that?"

"I love you, Ta" he said, then kissed me for a long time. I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch.

"If you love me, promise not to get hurt again because of me" I said after he let go of his kiss. He closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.

His hand stroked my flat stomach, our attention fixed there simultaneously. Then smile happily, even though still flat and small. But, she will grow and continue to be the fetus we are looking forward to.

Right now he is still a lump of blood perched in my womb. Hopefully he will be there until the time comes to meet us all.

"Ta, I'm getting yellow pulp, huh?"

"Huh? Yellow tart?" I was confused and stared fixedly at Mr. Arbi's face. He nodded, pulling the lip line inward.

"Where's the sound, Mas? Yellow pulp can not be made haphazardly, you know!"

"Well, that. How's it? I really want to, Ta."

"You're the one who's cravings anyway, Mas?" He just sniffed his shoulders, yes maybe he didn't know why.

I rubbed my stomach and said, "Son, you're trying to trouble Papa. Don't ask for anything weird, yeah. Poor thing, Papa."

Mr. Arbi just carved a smile to hear me talking to our baby-to-be. I remember in the pesantren, usually if someone rides the Koran, then there will be yellow pulp.

"Mas, try to call me" I asked Mr. Arbi to put his eyebrows together.

"Well?"

"Yellow mouth. Usually they go up in the Koran. Who knows if it is still our good fortune, some ascend the Koran."

He turned his head around looking for something. I'm sure I'm confused about where to put the phone. I reached into the bag and thrust it at Mr. Arbi. Before he came to his senses, the nurse gave the flat object to me.

He immediately took it with a smile, probably aware that he was tiddled when it came to small items. He seemed to sweep the screen, then put it on the earlobe.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," he said that I was still faithfully sitting on a plastic chair. Actually, I'm tired but I'm the only one he's got here. Maybe it is also a pregnancy that makes me easily tired.

I swept the back of his hand, our gazes met. It seems like he got disappointed from there.

"Ananta's pregnant, Mom. I don't know why, I want the yellow pulp that has that core."

Mr. Arbi made a loudspeaker on his phone, I could hear clearly every sentence that was thrown from my mother-in-law.

"Ta, take care of your health, yeah. Don't be tired, honey."

"Yes, Mom."

"Let's ask Daddy, yeah. If it's sustenance, God willing, yes."

"Yes, Mom."

***

The yellow pulp is already in the mica and in the hands of Mr. Arbi. My in-laws came with family, including Kiyai Abdul Samad. They filled the hospital room.

I kissed the reverence of the backs of their hands earlier, certainly warmly welcoming the arrival of all of them. Aisyah immediately hugged me, even until now.

Mr. Arbi has been eating his request for the past few hours. Surprisingly, he did not want to share with me at all. Peels, right?

"Sister, I didn't expect that I would have a nephew this soon," said Aisyah who still hugged my arm.

"God give her fast sustenance, Shah. Thank goodness."

Now my mother-in-law, who joined us, is sitting in the front seat of Mr. Arbi's room. He rubbed my head, suddenly I looked up at him who seemed sincere to do that.

"Good look after Mom's granddaughter huh, Ta."

"Yes, Mom."

"Mother is so enthusiastic to hear you are pregnant, Mother is also immediately busy walking to the boarding school looking for children who ride the Koran. That's why I'm bothered to follow."

"Huh? Dad's bothered, Mom?" I just don't believe it. Kiyai Samad who looks calm follow the hassle of yellow matter. Amazing you, son, my inner.

"But Arbi's fine, right, Ta?"

"Good, Mom. Just stitched a few centimeters. I'm also very happy about his behavior. Not careful, even pretentious," I said with grumbling lips in light of the incident.

"Arbi is so, Ta. Hence, I was not surprised and blamed anyone. I understand how she is."

"Yes, Brother. Bang Arbi is like that. Ayesha, I do not like the same nature of that one."

Aisyah followed an angry with the nature of Arbi who was never careful. It's true, he has to protect us all. But not with him, either.

It's late, Kiyai Abdul Samad is out. He stood in the doorway.

"You better get home, Ananta."

"But, Kiyai?"

"Let me take care of Arbi."

I looked at everything. Why am I being told to go home? Mr. Arbi is my husband, I should have taken care of him.

My mother-in-law rubbed my shoulders gently. "Yes, Ta. You're still pregnant young, so don't be too tired. We're resting at home, yeah."

I finally resigned, they said. If I'm exhausted, what about my son. I love Mr. Arbi, as well as the fruit of our love.

"All right, Kiyai."