My dear in-laws
Plan to Doctor
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After a short fall, I remember this baby. I haven't seen him again. I saw beside me that Galih was fast asleep. Looks like he's exhausted. Parjalan 13 hours, riding a motorcycle without alternating, you can imagine the feeling of crumbling the owner of the body. I looked at his face fixedly at the man beside me, looking at him closely, a face so shady, white was also clean. So fascinating. I should have been amazed by this guy. A faint smile expands on my lips. But until now I still do not think, why can he seem to not care about my current situation, ignoring my pregnancy.
Soon I woke up, taking the test that I had stored in my light brown backpack. The old backpack that I always carry everywhere, his age is about 4 years, the color has somewhat faded, but I am reluctant to take it off. Too many memories with this backpack. Back to the test, even though it was written to use it in the morning, but I don't care. I want to know the situation of my baby soon. Immediately I entered the bathroom and performed ritual steps using this sensitive guy.
1 Second, 30 seconds, 60 seconds. The red line numbering 1 was so real, followed by the other red line which was vague, slowly began to thicken clearly. I took a deep breath, a sign that you were still in your stomach, I was very relieved. I am unceasingly grateful, Allohu akbar, Allohu Akbar, Allohu Akbar, that came out of my lips. So terrible is your power, O Rabb. You keep letting her in my womb. You are strong my son. Later when you are born, Insya Alloh will be a strong child, like mama, no.... You'll be stronger than your mama, son.
"Haiii unfortunately mama, it turns out that mama's son is strong yes, invited to walk on a motorbike for hours g why-why do you want, you are really great". While stroking my stomach I spoke to myself. Slowly the tears began to drip from the end of my eyes, I was moved, so happy.
I went back to the room with a lot of sparkling, wanted me to wake up Galih mas, tell him this good news, but the feeling was unnecessary, anyway Galih also g so care about all this. I went back to bed, got into the blanket and fell asleep with my beloved husband, hoping tomorrow would be much better than today.
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I have been in the house of in-laws for 7 days now. I'm used to actually being here, because when I was dating I used to come here several times. Certainly without my parents' knowledge. But don't copy yes, not good. Hehehee. So more or less I have memorized the habits that exist in this house. No need to adapt for too long.
I was sitting back and forth on the front porch, looking at the passing vehicle that went back and forth non-stop. Suddenly he patted me on the back, startling me.
"Ran, how are you?". My father's voice greeted me.
"Eh father, thank God good sir. Semalem pas we come g father is at home, said the mother si to the rice field of grasshopper hehe. Father how are you too?". Welcome me to father.
"Alhamdullah is healthy too Ran. Yes, my father to the rice fields, the trunk is very buanyak, while the father of the same le Pardi nyuluh until dapet 4 bottles of the big aq*a".
"Trus dumped where are his trunk, sir?". Askaqua.
"Yes brought home the same lek Pardi, want to fry, really good it tastes Ran, have you ever eaten fried grasshopper?". Ask father.
"Huh? Fried sir? Fried grasshoppers? Rich what's it feel like?" I was surprised to hear my father's statement. I began to imagine the shape of a grasshopper like that, then put in a frying pan filled with hot oil, fried dry. As soon as my stomach thrashed, I felt a very severe nausea. But I did not feel good that there was a father beside me, while the stomach continued to wriggle.
"Yes Ran, that high protein. Savory kriuk kriuk. But if the one that I can bear allergies later". Father said explain.
This time I've been able to hold this unfriendly stomach. Finally I asked my father's permission to go back for a moment.
"Sir, Rania wants to go back for a while yes, it was Galih mas told to fry yam, Rania forgot hehe". My reasons to father.
"Yes Ran, there in the friedin first to be mutung kiddu". Mr. chuckles.
It seems that the father has already memorized the habits of his only child. Yes, it was his own son. I immediately left, walking quickly towards the bathroom. It feels no longer able to hold all the contents of the stomach that thrashed want to come out immediately.
Hoekkk hoekkk, I don't stop vomiting, all the food that I ate this morning all out. Sweat pouring, felt this body lemes. It turns out that Galih mas who was in the middle room watching tv heard my vomit from this bathroom. The sound of hasty footsteps. The footsteps of Galih who immediately approached me.
"Ran, Ran, Rania why? Why are you Ran? Rich in vomiting. You catch a cold or what? Open the door Ran".
Mas Galih's voice that seems to worry me why-why. My husband has a care for me too, my inner self. I immediately opened the bathroom doorknob, seen the face of Galih mas who showed worry. True also it turns out he was worried, very ugly your face mas if rich gini, my mind again.
"No papa mas, I just threw up, I have something to worry about". Answer weak.
I immediately came out of the bathroom, Galih quickly pushed me to the room. His attention was Galih mas, I became melted made. If every day you were like this. Arriving at the chamber Galih sat me at the end of the bed.
"Have you rest in the room, until the body is good". Pinta mas Galih's.
"Here we need to be that, rich whatever. I'm still strong if I just cook or do nyuci mah". My legow
"It's time for Ran. What do you want? Would you like some hot tea? So that it's better for her stomach?"
"G need mas, I'm not papa, it's just because I heard the father was the story of the grasshopper who hunted him". I explained to Mas Galih.
"Guard? Why the hell is the trunk?". Mas Galih asked curiously.
"The words of the father of his trunk in fried trus in eating gold, kan amused". I shudder.
Hearing the words of this belly grasshopper thrashed again. Hoekk hoekk, soon I walk quickly to the bathroom. This time Galih wasn't as worried as before, he let me go.
"God Ran, Ran. Just because the grasshoppers to be so rich, the basic woman is just there. As long as you know, it's the best food after Ran's jengkol".
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Honestly I'm bored, my job is just round, the kitchen, help mom cook, wash clothes, mopping, nyapu, every day like that. No other activities. So is the case with Mas Galih, instead of trying to find work, but this is even worse. I want to live with her parents. Eat, sleep has borne, no need to think too hard.
Since the beginning of my pregnancy until this moment I have not checked it to the doctor. There's always a reason for Galih every time I take him to the doctor. Which g there is money, which g needs first, who is busy helping father dry rice. There's just kilahnya. Until I was upset. But this time I couldn't help but go to the doctor. I tried once again to take Galih mas away to take me, who knows this time he again burles his udel, so willing to take me to the obstetrician.
I approached him who was sitting relaxed on the back porch, with his distinctive style of smoking a cigarette accompanied by a black coffee beside him. Very nice life yes, the important thing can be immune to rokokan, without thinking about his responsibilities as a husband should.
"Galih Galih, what's that guy in your brain, got a mind g anyway? Until this moment boro-boro thinking about work, the intention to look for it I believe g exists". I murmured softly, as I walked up to him and sat down on the teak wood chair beside him. Without further ado, I expressed my intentions.
"Mas, later in the afternoon we check with the doctor. Yesterday when I went to the market, I saw an obstetrician who opened a practice on Jl. That independence, before the market was mas, huh mas?".
"How many times do I have to say, I need to hurry. That's still young, Ran. Not too need extra handling as well. You think I use money also po to the doctor, where does the money come from". Reject mas Galih.
"Yes already if g want mas, or to midwives only mas, g up to 50,000 costs if to midwives, cheaper mas. Hemmm if g yes tomorrow morning we go to the puskesmas, it's even free mas, how? Want it mas? Please". I'm still trying, trying to persuade him.
"Roman.... ". Mas Galih looked at me, his eyes so sharp, as if reaffirming, that he refused my request.
"Well, if you want to". I reply to you. I am very disappointed in your attitude. You don't care about your son at all. Your flesh-blood.
I just keep quiet this time I'm not demanding much, indeed from the beginning Galih g mas want to see a doctor. Until Pangandaran beach moved to Jogjapun also he will still change what he had decided at the beginning. That's my husband. Well, if that's what you want, what can I do.
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