Marriage Dilemma

Baby Dara's

My ex-husband's family, his current life is like being shaken by a huge storm.

Starting from her child's messy household, one of her grandchildren became pregnant without a husband, even one of her children was the perpetrator who had impregnated her grandson.

Is that what you call karma?

But for sure, their lives will not be quiet.

What Tika said was apparently not a joke. Bang Angga and Linda also agreed with Tika's decision to send Mas Ilham to prison.

Only the queen would object to it. He felt unprepared to be the subject of gossip from neighbors and those who knew it.

Sure enough, one by one the neighbors began to know that Mas Ilham went to prison, only they did not know the problem which actually made them very curious. The condition of the queen who has improved it, will not stay silent of course.

"Mom, Come on, Ilham has a problem what the hell, what's wrong to get to that prison?" Ask Ms. RT to my former mother-in-law named Rohimah.

"Biasalah ma'am, Inspiration at work people are diligent, continue to be honest, because that he is a trusted person boss. But yes ma'am, the higher the tree grows the faster the wind also blew it, Ilham was slandered ma'am, accused of being not the same fellow coworkers. It's like this."

"O Allah, I am so sorry, ma'am. I hope there is a better path."

"Aamiin, ma'am RT."

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Brakes...

"Acts..Tika's..!"

"What the hell is Nek, don't yell dong, Tika hasn't budeg times."

"It's all because of you, Tika! If you do not enter Inspiration to prison, grandma will not always be asked about this problem as everyone. Grandma's shy Tika, shy!"

"Grandma's just embarrassed, but Tika? Tika is more than that grandma, not just a shame that Tika rasain, but Tika's life has been destroyed, Tika has no future anymore. And all of that happened because of Ilham sirde!"

"Here you are, if you are told to even volunteer."

***

The more time, the more frequent and strong the sense of mules that I experienced. Until in the end I could not stand it anymore and asked Mama to immediately drive me to the hospital.

"Ma.sakitt!"

"Patient Ra, take a breath and set as neutral as possible. Mama's sure you're strong Ra, you can, this isn't the first time you've given birth, so Mama's sure you're capable of Ra. Love, for the sake of the little one."

My mom kept encouraging me and helped me caress my waist with her occasional hands wiping away the sweat that had flooded my forehead.

"Ma, Dira is not strong!"

"Sttt, can't say that, must be strong, Mama sure Ra!"

An hour later, the doctor and two nurses helped me with my delivery.

Thankfully, Allah gave me the little angel that is now in my lap.

What a tremendous struggle can bring forth the baby into this world. The task that will never end is Mother.

I let out my tears, as Devan was pardoning the little baby I named Dara. I even just found out, that Devan turned out to have converted like me.

It's really sad to remember the father of the baby I just gave birth to.

Is it in the heart of Angga to think of children?

Not because there is no companion of the husband, but I think more about how to answer my son's questions later who will definitely ask about his father.

"Thank you Om Devan" I said in a voice I made like a child, taking Baby Dara out of his hand.

I saw Devan was just a mesem, "Ra, do you want to accept me as a connecting father for Dara and also Rama?"

Degs..