My dear in-laws

Who is that woman?

This morning I accidentally woke up early, before dawn I was awake and immediately doing homework as usual. Cooking for breakfast, sweeping and mopping the whole room I finished. I looked into the bathroom, saw the bucket of dirty clothes that did not look mountainous, still safe, today I can wash off first. I headed to the living room to rest. Sitting on my mom's expensive couch she just bought yesterday. Ah mother, just heard the news that Esih's mom will buy a new chair soon she went along to buy first. I thought for a moment, it means that the mother actually has a lot of money, but if asked the answer must not have with various reasons issued. Huh basic nini-nini medit, my upat in heart. Instantly I felt my stomach shake, my baby kicking from the inside followed by the typical rumbling sound of hungry stomach. My son asked for food.

"You hungry, son? Do you want to eat early in the morning, baby?" I said to the baby, while stroking the stomach that still seems to move.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen to get some food. Mama cooked a lot, there's your favorite tomato sauce."

I went to the kitchen to get food. I had to eat this morning before my in-laws. Forgive us yes, the baby is thrashing with hunger. I also enjoy stir-fried kale and fried tempeh that I cooked myself, plus my favorite tomato sauce add to the pleasure of breakfast in this blind morning.

"Finally we're full too, son, aren't you?" I tried to talk to my son again. My stomach was shaking again, my son's sign in there was also confirming what I was feeling.

"Mommy's son is great, eat it until it was so yes, good yes dear mama's cooking. Now it's full trus bobok again, baby." I said to my son.

It seems he understood this command of his mother, my stomach was calm again sign he was in there sleeping. I looked towards the wall clock, at 04:15. Soon after dawn arrived, I intend to go to the room to see the Galih mas, whether it is awake or still stuck.

I walked slowly, then opened the room door slowly afraid that the sound of his voice rang out to Galih and woke him up. But how shocked it was when my eyes were fixed on the empty bed. Mas Galih is no longer there. Where's she? To the bathroom? It felt impossible, he should have passed me while I was in the living room earlier. Even when I was in the kitchen, I could still see that someone was going to the bathroom. But I didn't see him at all.

I looked at the table where my husband's prayer mat and holster were always folded there, no longer there. My husband left for the mosque early. But why didn't he say goodbye to me? Just walk away. He's really mad at me. Tega you mas, do I really look like a thief? My heartache is remembering it.

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This afternoon after Ashar I decided to go content control to the midwife alone. The weather looks cloudy like my heart which is currently also covered in sadness.

"Okay, son, we're used to it, so this time don't be sad. We leave alone." I said to the baby in there.

I came out of the room, approached the mother who was sitting enjoying the spectacle of her beloved soap opera.

"Mom, I'll take a minute, let's go check on the midwife." I'm letting you know.

"Yes" she replied briefly without looking at me.

I also immediately went out of the house, my subscription online ojeg that I ordered was waiting for me in front of the fence.

"Mari mbak Rania," he said kindly and then handed a black helmet bearing the name of a famous automotive company in this country.

"Yes, sorry to be waiting for him."

"Father, santuy hehehe."

Ojeppun headed to the place where the midwife Rahmi, the midwife who handled my pregnancy this time. This Rahmi Midwife is a very good person, full of patience in dealing with patients of diverse nature, as well as me.

All the way I was silent. Usually I'll chat with the mas ojolnya but this time I don't want to talk anything.

"Mbak e kok diem wae to from earlier. What's up e?" mas Roni, the taxi driver, started asking me questions.

"For thrush mas," I answered briefly.

"Owh again satiawan to, yes already hehe." said mas Roni.

He did not dare to talk to me again. Keep pushing the motorcycle slowly because it is carried by pregnant women.

It didn't take long to get to Rahmi's midwife's practice house. Already seen several queues of patients in the waiting room, just like me, oara pregnant women who want to check their content.

I immediately got off the motorcycle, then took 1 sheet of green money from the wallet to hand it to Roni's mas.

"It's a mas, thank you." I said to Mason Roni.

"Yes, I'm both Ran. Uh this is the change," said Roni while taking a wallet to take the change.

"Eh no need mas, just take the change, make ice tea hehe." I said.

"Walah mbak Ran thanks a lot you know, thank God wrestling." he cried happily.

I smile to see Roni's mas so happy through the fee from me that actually not much.

"Yes, I've continued the way, ma'am, excuse me." said Roni to me.

"Yes be careful."

Mas Roni had left the court of the house of the midwife Rahmi, I also walked to the reception room to pick up the queue number.

"Sore bu Rania, please take the queue number first!" mbak Nara, one of the assistant midwives who works in the place of Rahmi's midwife.

"Nara is also in the afternoon, thanks."

I also pushed the machine to take the queue number. Number 17, I saw the queue receipt I just took from the machine. Still 3 more, this is only until number 13.

"Please wait a long time, ma'am, please find an empty seat." said mbak Nara kindly.

"Ah this mother can," replied Nara with her trademark friendly smile.

I also found an empty seat. I looked around the waiting room. Seeing pregnant women who are always accompanied by their husbands every time they check. So lucky they have husbands on standby, not like me who have to check for myself because my husband is busy working. It's okay because it's also for the sake of supporting me and this child. I also tried to raise my own heart.

Suddenly the baby kicked hard. I was shocked by the feeling of a kick that was getting tighter and tighter. Do you know you're sad now, son? You protest and don't want to be sad? Good boy makes mamak's heart melt. I went back to rubbing my belly.

The day grew cloudy, black clouds covered the sky above. Is it going to rain? Please raining it later, yes Alloh, nantinkalau I have reached home. I forgot to bring an umbrella or a mantle. My heart started to worry.

"Mother Rania, please come in!" exclaim mbak Nara who guards in front of the check room.

I also walked to the check room.

Check Room

"Please Miss Rania, stay here first, yes" the midwife gently and kindly asked me to go up to the bed to check.

I immediately went up to the bed and stretched myself, supine. The midwife's assistant took a device to check my blood pressure.

"Okay we check first the blood tension is yes ma'am," said mbak Meta, a budan assistant in charge of helping the midwife in the examination room.

"Yes, ma'am" I answered briefly.

I saw Meta's midwife sitting at her desk doodling my KIA book.

"Mother have a lot of thoughts? Or is there a problem, Mom? This tension includes the height of yes ma'am, 150/100," the Meta assistant explained.

"Owh high yes mbak. Yes this is again the thought for the future mbak, it's the first time so much is overshadowed hehe," I'm a little lying.

"What relaxes aja ma'am, later dede the baby in the middle of the stress," said Rahmi's midwife who was still sitting at her desk while observing her assistant in serving her patients.

"Now we measure the circumference of his arm first yes ma'am," said mbak Meta.

"Yes please," I slightly stretched my arm so that Meta could freely measure my arm with the meter already in his hand. I call that measuring device by the name of hehe meter.

"Good arm loop. Please ma!" pinta mbak Meta in the midwife to check my stomach.

The midwife walked up to me. Then he told me to reveal my shirt so that he could check my baby's development by tearing it.

"Mother hold for a while, dear, mother first borrow her mother's stomach" said the midwife trying to communicate with the baby in there. It seems like this is the ritual of every midwife when she wants to check on other pregnant women.

After that the midwife takes a dopler to check the baby's heart rate. He applied a kind of lubricant on the tip of the tool that was shaped like a thread but small and then attached it to my stomach.

"Thank God, everything is good, mom, the baby is very active in this, only what must be taken care of is his mind, mom, do not think that makes the heart so unsettled. Because everything we think about the baby feels too. Therefore, pregnant women should be happy whatever the reason, so that the positive energy is also transmitted to the baby."

"Mom's been USG yet?" ask the midwife.

"Not yet ma'am" I shook my head.

"If you can later Ultrasound yes Miss Rania. Not to know the sex of the baby, but more to his development in there. So if there are any indications that are out of our reach we can immediately overcome," explained the midwife to me.

"Is my content having problems mom?" manyworry.

"Owh no ma'am, this is great. But it's like I said just now. For the sake of the good is also ma'am, so later if there is any obstacle immediately can be overcome." explained the midwife back.

"Yes ma'am I'll be USG."

"Then constrained by the problem of costs later can be made to the health center can be made a letter of reference USG by the officer. Okay, you're done, ma'am."

I also woke up helped by an assistant midwife who is still on standby in here.

"Be careful, ma'am" said Meta, helping me get out of bed.

"Thank you Meta." I said.

I walked to the midwife's table and picked up the recipe that had been prepared there. Suddenly lightning struck, it rained heavily. I immediately went out because the examination was over. Set out far out there. There was not much I could see because the fog also covered the scene in front of me.

How can I go home, while time goes on. Pake ojek mas Roni kaya not possible, heavy rain gini. Taxi online.

I immediately opened the online ojek application on my phone, I chose the crebcar menu. With the car I thought it would be safer to get home. Unfortunately, none of the drivers were involved. Because of the rain, it is full.

Maghrib's time has come, I haven't got the driver yet. I was still sitting staring at the quiet streets. I accidentally saw a motorcycle belonging to my husband, walking down the swift rain that flushed the streets with a rush, but this time behind there was a woman who was piggybacking on him, who was he?

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