My Sacrifice is worthless

My mother Pov 16

A baby with a length of 50cm and a BB of 3kg was born safely. We call it M. Adji was born in the same month as the people performing the Hajj. May goodness always accompany him, be a son of Sholeh and always be a coolant of our hearts.

The presence of baby Adji in the middle of the family has been the greatest miracle for me. I can make the happiness of my husband and mother-in-law complete. Mom was so happy that she even stayed home to take care of me and Adji's needs.

I never saw him so happy. A smile is always on his face. The granddaughter he had been waiting for.

Tomorrow we will give thanks for the birth of my son. My husband and I originally wanted a simple one because the cost was nothing, just inviting close neighbors and family. But I disagree about that. He wanted the thanksgiving to be carried out in a big way because this was his first grandson. He bought his grandson a 100kg cut chicken and we couldn't refuse.

During the event Adji was always in the sling mother. I understand with the affection that you have, hopefully the treatment does not make my child will be high-hearted.

The show is over and running smoothly. I feel good helping the mothers in the kitchen. They've banned me, but I'm still trying to help them.

As I was about to step into the kitchen after I finished washing the dishes, my foot stumbled into the door and I fell there. The people around me were helping to stand up. My husband ran inside and carried me.

In my husband's family habit, a person who gives birth before 40 days should not stumble, let alone the thumb will cause bruising or bleeding. Everyone panicked to see me fall and regretted my actions. "Anna's okay, just calm down," comfort me.

"Anna, we've seen something like, son," lamented my neighbor.

"If this is His way, Anna accepts Bi," I replied smilingly.

My husband seems very worried. His face was gloomy, probably thinking about the consequences of that incident. While he had to go back to work, my dead and the children.

A week later, I suddenly couldn't walk. Swollen feet. Mother and several other masseuses have been called but have not shown results. Mantri, midwife, Singsang my husband has presented for my recovery. He seemed frustrated let alone seeing my body getting thinner.

I can no longer take care of Adji and my other children. Fitri, Nur, and Adji have moved into the mother's house. It's only Ita left to take care of me. I don't know why every time I see my other children I get emotional and even threaten them with a broomstick.

Fitri and Nur cried to hug me but I couldn't hold it all. Finally they left me with their sedu sedan.

"Mom, why are you like sisters? Pity them, Mom? Mother's kangen sisters who are like before," said ita sad while bribing me to eat lunch.

"Mom don't know, Ta. I miss your sisters too. Ta, if Mom is not there, take care of yourself and your sisters well? Never part, follow the words of your grandmother and father. They're your only family" I said softly.

"Where are you going? Ita can follow? If it's your own mother, who's taking care of you there?" ask Ita don't understand.

"That can't come with me, son. Ita keep it here huh? Can you help me?"

Ita nodded then fell silent, probably still digesting my words.

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The more sick I get the worse. It's been four months, but there's no sign I'm going to recover. Our valuables such as tvs, guest chairs and others have been sold out my husband for my treatment.

From the beginning of my illness, I have asked my husband to remarry. " Bang, it looks like adek won't be able to heal. If you have found a replacement for adek, you can marry in front of adek. But please, find someone who loves our children." I said.

"What the hell, Dek? I am sure it will heal. And will accompany brother until aging. Seeing our children succeed and have a funny grandson," comforted my husband with a smile.

We both smiled. He stroked my hair. I have to enjoy these moments. I feel like these are my last moments with the people I care about.

"Bang, if you can send a message to bang Sifa and bang Fran to come here. Adek wants to meet them bang." I asked.

My husband looked at me in wonder. "Are they the same?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding.

"Abang will ask you to catch up with them tomorrow. Hopefully they can come huh, Dek?" entertain husband. I smiled happily at it.

That day, I felt something different about me. My husband is not home. I asked Ita to call her grandmother.

"What's up, Na? Is anyone sick, son?" ask in-laws.

I looked at him inside. I don't know why to talk I'm powerless. My tears flowed without answering my questions. As if understanding, I look surprised. Checking me. He shook. I understand what Mom meant.

"Yes, call grandfather Grace huh, cu?" pinta Mother's. Ita ran out calling uncle Rahmat and Bi Ria. You haven't come back to visit my brothers.

My uncle came with my aunt to them. I don't know what they're talking about, I see them wiping the corners of their eyes.

I tried to talk, but no sound came out, just a groan. They moved me to the living room to make it easier. Mother advised her friend Bang Adi to follow her to go home soon.

I saw my kids playing soap bubbles outside the house. They look happy, I smile to see them happy. I touched the hands of his mother and sister bi Neneng.

"B...lbl? An.na.y..ti..p an..nak.annak."



O Allah, those are the words that come out of their mouths. Bi Neneng led me to speak two words of God. I saw, Ita and Fitri ran up to me, but were being held back by the people. They cry, and so do I.

My breaths. Is this my end? It's been all my life's journey and struggle all this time. It was as if I was being shown a flashback of my life. I cried without a sound.

"Mother. mother.." the sound of my children crying called out to me.

Where's husband? Didn't he promise to accompany me to the end? Where is he now?

I felt my feet cold, rising slowly upwards. Up and up again. My breath was blocked, I felt like someone was standing on my head, but who? I don't recognize him at all. The cold froze my heart. The cold stopped my blood. The cold asked me to stop breathing. My vision was dark, dark and silent.