LOVE WINARSIH
111. Dirja and Uti
Since morning Winarsih looks more troublesome than usual. Dirja is a little fussy because it was immunized yesterday. Her slightly warmer body temperature than usual made the baby completely unwilling to be released.
Many times Winarsih had to breastfeed and carry it with a long cloth. Babysitter Dirja until looks uncomfortable because it feels can not do much for the plump baby.
"Call Her Mother Dirja" Amalia told her nurse.
Hearing the words of Ms. Amalia, the nurse went straight outside to the sound of crying babies on the first floor.
It looks Winarsih is swaying there and here trying to calm her baby who is in a brown batik tug.
As a new mother and still very young, Winarsih experience is still very minimal about caring for babies.
While in the village, he was occasionally visited by the grandson of one of the middlemen and earned a daily wage. That makes awinarsih not awkward if you have to hold or bathe the baby.
Later Winarsih diligently read about the science of child growth and development that he sought himself by browsing through mobile phones.
All this time he had never encountered any difficulties when it came to taking care of Dirja alone. But today when the baby's father was coming home from out of town, Dirja looks very fussy. His body is just warm.
It's almost noon, Dirja doesn't even want to be breastfed anymore. Maybe he could have been very full because since then Winarsih continued to give him a drink to fall asleep. Dirja's eyes look sleepy, but as if the baby is a pity to close his eyes.
Winarsih went into her mother-in-law's room still with Dirja who was in a sling.
"Yes Ma? Mama call me?" ask Winarsih.
"Why Dirja? I heard her crying" asked Amalia.
"Yesterday Dirja immunized, now his body warm so fussy continues. Everything's wrong." Winarsih rubbed the dirja's wriggling plan inside her sling.
"Try here first, open the cloth. Let's take my pocket for a minute." Ms. Amalia spread her hands towards Dirja.
Slightly alarmed by the power of Bu Amalia, Winarsih opened the sling that tied Dirja to his chest.
Slowly he placed the baby on the lap of his mother-in-law who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed.
"Who taught you to wear such a sling?" asked Ms. Amalia because she saw Winarsih who was so deft to open the knot of a long cloth behind her shoulder.
"When in the village, I once took care of a neighbor's baby" replied Winarsih.
Ms. Amalia just kept quiet and now understands why her daughter-in-law looks so adept at using a piece of rag each time she holds her baby.
"Dean's coming home today?" ask Amalia again.
"Yes Ma, maybe now it's on its way home."
"Call her Babysitter Dirja here, let Dirja Mama hold her while watching her. You're ready to have lunch for Dean. He just got home must be tired" said Amalia.
After thinking for a moment, Winarsih approached a phone plane and called Dirja Babysitter who was on the first floor. And after waiting for a moment, the young lady appeared in the doorway of the room.
"You're here first, Uti Dirja wants to hold him. Please diliatin. If the Utinya tired, you carried Dirja first. I'm going to go downstairs for Mr. Dean's lunch." Winarsih gave a little encouragement with a soft voice which was then greeted with a nod.
"Ma, I'm down first huh." Winarsih said goodbye to Ms. Amalia who then nodded.
Shortly before closing the door he saw Bu Amalia sitting leaning gently patting Dirja's thigh while kicking a Javanese nina bobo song.
Alo.lelo.lelo…
Cep menenga, aja nangis incandescent
My son sing ayu rupane
Yen nangis ndak ilang ayune
No gadhang can take mulya
Dadiyo the main woman
Asmane wong tuwo
Dadiyo shortsaring….
Wis cep…
Kae. mulatane.
Kaya ndas blind ngggegilani
Nggolekki cah nangis..
Tak lelo lelo ledhung
Cep menengo ojo pijer
No smban slendang batik kawung
Yen nangis romo mom confused...*
(Lello Building)
*Let me accept you, my son,
cup cup, .. Don't cry
my beautiful son apparently
I pray that I can live a noble life
Be the main person
raise the name of the parents
be the master of the nation
Dah, be quiet ..
That .... the moon is full round
Like a scary head of engineering
Looking for a crying child
Let me accept you, my son
Be quiet and don't cry too much
Kugendong with batik kawung shawl
When I cry, my mother is confused
When he heard Ms. Amalia who was kicking for Dirja, Winarsih's heart was filled. Instantly he remembered Bu Sumi who often sang the song every Yanto woke up because of nightmares.
He misses Bu Sumi and Yanto. After giving birth to Dirja, she only had to call a few times to report the state of her small family and the health development of her mother-in-law.
Winarsih never told her mother about the problems that were ensnaring the Dean family. To him, the matter had to do with Dean's self-esteem in his mother's eyes.
Winarsih who is currently not having lunch, became very hungry because she remembered Bu Sumi. Since Yanto was discharged from the hospital, he has never again met his family. He misses the cuisine of Sumi.
After Dean's problems are over, Winarsih plans to invite her husband to return to Jambi. The king must meet his mbah.
A black sedan is seen stopping on the porch of the home lobby. Winarsih who realized that it was Mr. Noto who was back with Dean, immediately greeted her husband to the terrace.
"Duh, I miss you, Miss Winar." Dean hugged his wife as tightly as possible with a slightly swaying body while kissing her head time and time again.
"I think this is the longest I've left you, usually only 3 days, right?" keep Dean on.
"Yes. And at the shortest it was one night when Mr. Dean stepped in at the police station." Vick reminded her husband.
"Bu Winar Pinter really lessons his history. Where's dirja? I'd like to kiss you too." Dean grabbed his wife's shoulder into the house.
"The same in the room. Being put to bed using Javanese tembang," replied Winarsih.
"Can't you?" dean asked surprised.
"I am also surprised Utinya Dirja can chat," said Winarsih innocently.
"How do you mean you can be in your mom's room? When the nembang was already long ago if Mama had nemenin I slept. Bu Win does not focus, but just hugged for a moment." Dean laughed.
"Oooo.." Winarsih laughed amusedly while burying her face in Dean's chest.
Dean, who finds Winarsih spoiled, is happier to imagine his plans for the night.
"But Dirja again fussy, immunization yesterday his body became warmer. From the morning I carried on, nyusu continued but whined not want to sleep. His eyes looked sleepy." Winarsih was complaining to her husband.
"Kasian Bu Winar is tired of taking care of my son. His shoulder must be pegel." Dean massaged Winarsih's shoulders.
"Eat first yes, that's the rice I've cooled. Let the cepet can be eaten," said Winarsih who now memorizes the habit of her husband. Dean never blew his food. The rice he eats is always in a state of really warm nails.
"Have you eaten?" dean asked as they arrived at the dinner table. Winarsih.
"Let's sit down for lunch with me. Mumped Dirja again am Mama." Dean pulled a chair for his wife.
"Now I'll take your rice. You sit quietly, eat relaxed. Don't rush. There is also a babysitter. I don't want my wife to be so stressed. If you're stressed, my performance must also be down, ma'am" Dean said, adding a side dish to his wife's plate.
"Eat, I want to make a gift for you."
Winarsih said and then continued his lunch casually and unhurriedly like all this time.
"We go to Mama Yuk's room, I'll take Dirja. Worry Mama's tired of taking care of her." Winarsih held Dean's hand towards the second floor.
Upon arrival in Amalia's room, Dean and Winarsih are stunned by a sweet sight that melts the heart.
Dirja was sleeping soundly in the arms of her also sleeping Utinya. Babysitter Dirja sat in a chair and was watching television.
"Yes, I took Dirja first." Winarsih rushed into the room but the voice of Dirja's babysitter restrained her steps.
"Mom, the message from Dirja Utinya, he should not be taken first. The debt is still playing together. It was sungiin continued Dirja directly sleep." The young lady smiled widely.
"Oh Mama, is that it?" ask Dean again to the Babysitter. The young lady in the light blue uniform nodded. "You're the Mama who said that, I can't do anything Win. Let's go sleep to the room too." Dean embraced his wife and outside closed the bedroom door.
"It's still afternoon" Winarsih said with a smile.
"By noon, why do I have to wait for the malem?" dean answered quickly. "Malem's part is different." Dean kissed his wife's head while opening the door to their room.
The To Be Continued.....
