Not the Bride of Choice

Farewell

I woke up feeling nauseous and very sick in my stomach.

I vomited many times in the sinkhole.

Mas Ali woke up and followed me into the WC, kneaded and poured telon oil on the nape of my back.

Smelling the scent of telon oil my stomach was getting sicker and my nausea was growing.

I went back to vomiting.

"Mas I don't like the smell of that elon oil, it smells too pungent!" me telling him.

Then slowly towards the bed while holding my aching stomach.

Mas Ali took me to the nearest clinic from the hotel where we were staying.

After a urine test, I tested positive for pregnancy.

I saw the look of a very happy face clearly on Mas Ali's face.

Repeatedly said his gratitude for the grace given by ALLAH SWT to us.

"I Love You dear. " while being kissed on my forehead.

At 14:05 we checked out from the hotel to the airport to fly to Kuala Lumpur.

Arriving in the mud we went straight to the Mas Ali family apartment.

There are Papa and Mama and Oma who since yesterday vacationed in KL.

After dinner, Mas Ali announced to the whole family about my pregnancy.

Everyone is happy and congratulates us.

We stayed for two days and visited several tourist attractions in KL, including Twin Tower which became one of the famous attractions in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia.

We arrived in Indonesia at exactly 13.45wib Indonesia time.

By taxi we headed to Dad's house.

My mom and dad welcomed us happily.

From inside the kitchen came Aisyah who immediately hugged me while apologizing.

The hands of Mas Ali.

"I'm sorry Mas" he told Mas Ali who welcomed his hand with a smile.

"Have it been let's forget it all, where maybe I hate my own sister-in-law" Mas Ali told her.

We smiled with relief.

I saw Dad and Mom smiling happily at us who finally got along.

Their happiness increased again when Mas Ali told them about my four-week pregnancy.

At 11:20 Mas jalal came to pick us up home to the plantation.

Along the way I just slept without caring about the conversation between Mas Ali and Mas Jalal.

It was late at night and we had a rest.

I had morning sickness, the doctor said it was a natural symptom in young pregnant mothers.

Every morning I vomited until I felt very weak, and I would vomit again every time I smelled the aroma of cooking from the kitchen.

Since I was pregnant, Mas Ali has been very protective of me.

He even forbade me to follow the PKK activities that I routinely follow every week.

It made me a little upset with him. For me, the routine activities of PKK mothers are entertainment that can refresh a little of my mind that sometimes often feels lonely.

But Mas Ali said my activities were too dangerous for the fetus I was carrying.

He no longer allowed me to take an afternoon walk with Bik Sumi to just greet the farmers who finished working in the afternoon.

I really feel very bored just sitting at home without doing any work.

Even to relate husband and wife Mas Ali does not want to do it, he is afraid something is not good on our fetus later he said.

It is not uncommon for me to cry alone because I feel annoyed at Mas Ali.

I really feel bored which is very.

Even so I have to be strong for the sake of our baby candidate. I said in my heart.