Me And My Man

39. Two Lines

One afternoon Reyna accompanied mbok Sri picking bay leaves in the backyard, her steps stopped when she saw the mangoes hanging on her head.

"Call yuk mbok"

Mbok Sri said he immediately called Mr. Min to climb the mango tree

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"Asem mbakkkk.." exclaimed Mr. Min while closing his eyes when biting a young mango with chocolates sambal rujak made by mbok Sri

"Yep... Mr. Min mbok milihin who matengan little, this is not just asemmm, asemm bangetttt" followed by Mbok Sri who until wriggled the rich wriggling caterpillar

Reyna just bengong see the behavior of 2 people in front of him. For him this rujak is delicious and friendly in his mouth.apes only they can mango asem inner.

In the evening Reyna woke up, her stomach twisted but not because of the effects of delicious sambel rujak but hunger. Though she had had enough to eat this afternoon, Reyna inched into the kitchen but there was no food, she returned to the room to open her desk drawer who knew there was a snack.

Worried when he saw 3 packs of sanitary napkins on the table, 2 packs were still intact and the other was only reduced by 2 pieces. Reyna sat at the table, she remembers a month ago only 2 days ago she got monthly guests even just pink patches. The corner of his eyes glanced at the desk calendar.and this month should be the time for him to have a monthly guest.

Reyna went back to her bed, she had forgotten her hungry stomach. His brain was now thinking with a healthy mind, weaving a series of oddities on his body.

Starting from morning sickness, the smells of stinging dishes, the opor that he hated but loved Bimo, a young mango that tasted delicious and the last monthly guest who shifted away from his time. The logic no longer has the power to reject the signs and conclude on a word "JANIN"

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The dry clothes were only Reyna back and forth when accompanying mbok Sri to clean the clothes, they were both in a narrow room where ironing clothes as well as where mbok Sri rested.

Mbok Sri was telling me about Mbak May who had come all the way only because Adam who was still in the stomach wanted a young mango that yesterday was made rujak and must be Mas Aris who picked himself.

"Sir Rey, what do you think?" mbok Sri took over the shirt from Reyna's hand

My gaze he directed to the middle-aged woman in front of him, as if understanding Mbok Sri standing towards the door and closing it tightly. After turning off the iron, Mbok Sri sat down next to Reyna. His hand that was beginning to wrinkle gently stroked Reyna's back

"Mbak Reyna can tell any story if you believe in the same symbol"

Reyna took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, only Mbok Sri could believe it for now.

"Reyna can't say anything yet, can Reyna ask for something?"

"What's Rey's mother?"

"Please buyin test pack mbok but do not let anyone know" replied Reyna cirih

''What food is mbak?'' a look of confusion appeared on the old face

''Tools for ngetes pregnant women what not!'' bright Reyna

The woman just smiled "Ohhh, she knows. Now?"

"Yes, but Reyna does not have money, Reyna mintain first to Mas Gandhi, then symbok say just want to go to the same pharmacy Mr. Min buy stomach pain medicine for me"

Before long the order came, Reyna moved to wear it but was prevented by mbok Sri

"The word mbak mbak in the pharmacy, good to wear it early in the morning when you wake up"

The night felt so long, Reyna could not wait for the morning with a million flavors whipped in the chest. Reyna woke up before the rooster crowed, she rushed to the bathroom, her eyes pounding waiting second by second until 2 lines read clearly there. Anxious, happy, sad Reyna felt at that time.