ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 112: NOT THE WILDERNESS

Less than three months married, and only realized in the third month did not get menstruation . Of course Gita is already confident if she's pregnant. So, he was very enthusiastic when invited by his husband to go for a walk to buy a tespack. Although there is a little regret, why not be sensitive before they leave for Cikoneng, they should take the time to check himself to the obstetrician. Just to make sure whether in the stomach has grown prospective fruit of their heart, or not. And if not, maybe asking for vitamins and fertilizers is also not a bad reason for them to surrender themselves to people who are competent in the field.

Gilang hugged Gita while stroking his wife's zinc head, to calm and relieve the tears that never receded out of the eye Gita.

Gilang finally sat crouching in front of Gita, right in front of his wife's stomach. Gluing with a slow stomach that he expected soon distended. “Sorry... haven't had time to check on you. Whenever you are present to perfect the life of your father and mother, we are always ready.” Said Gilang speaking to Gita's stomach and kissing her.

“Neng. At least we keep going for a walk to buy pads. You didn't bring it, did you?” ask Gilang slowly.

Gita shook her head, wiping the tears that had made her cheeks wet.

“Ayo... already shower right?” bring Gilang again.

Gita is still shaking.

Gilang stood up and wanted to pull Gita's body to slightly stand up.

“AGi aja the road looking for pads. Want to sleep a’.” Answer Gita slowly.

Geck…

Geck…

Geck…

“Om Lang .. old cali. Ay already ciap walk cama om and aunty.” Whose voice again if not Aydan who had been almost kinky waiting for Gilang who promised only to pick up Gita from the room.

“Oh.. yes sorry long ago Ay. Come on, Ay just the same. Aunty again not feeling well.” Obviously Gilang gave a reason.

Aydan immediately climbed onto Gita's bed and brought the aunt's body closer, then placed the back of his hand on Gita's forehead.

“No... aunty not cakit.” Said sok tau.

“Hah...who said?” ask Gilang.

“This nutmeg aunty not hot.” He answered as if he was a good doctor.

“Almost everyone hurts, his head should be hot?” ask Gilang with a slight smile.

“Iya. Ay bicanya in the hands of mamam that's the man. Then mamam said.. Ay cakit, take medicine yes, gitu.” Definitely serious.

“OK. Aunty's not sick, just sauces and needs plenty of rest. So, Ay the streets are just the same om. But..”

“Tapia pa om..?”

“Only sightseeing, not snacks. Last afternoon om saw Ay had bought a lot of maianan same papap.” Said Gilang who from a distance saw what his brother-in-law did in terms of pampering his eldest son. Indeed it is his right, but still for Gilang it is included in the act of nyang no, fear of becoming a habit too alay in pampering the child.

“Oh. Om ciap. Omes om... Just a walk up motoy.” His words raised his little finger a promise sign on Gilang.

“God jobs. Let’s go.” Gilang carried the boy out of the room. Do not forget to kiss Gita's forehead which actually still needs friends in the room. In order to calm the mood of Gita after seeing brownish patches on her inner pants.

After Gilang and Aydan, Gita laid her body on the pretty mattress emouk. Flash back any activities that are approximately too heavy he did during the delay of his menstruation.

There aren't.

Nothing heavy actually. He just works normally. At home just cooking, light cooking that may take 30 minutes to stand in the kitchen. Washing clothes and ironing, bi Inah. Some houses sometimes Gilang also sometimes done by bi Inah.

In the office, just a lot of sitting. To meet clients, it is rare.

“Nak... You really ghosting?” The gita speaks for itself while stroking her lower abdomen.

“Sorry mother who is not aware of your presence yes. But that doesn't mean you can go so far from mom and dad. We really want you son.” Isak Gita comes again inviting tears and lumps of soft liquid in Gita's nose.

Tok

Tok

Tok

“Assalamualaikum..” Say a sound from outside the room.

“Walaikumsallam.” Answer Gita resigned only if the one who came later knew if he was crying.

“Elu cry Git…? Ngape?” Nyak Time, apparently the one that entered was delicious.

“Ga anything nyak.” Answer Gita remove the remaining tears that had come down earlier.

“Gita. But, nyak keep feeling if you tuh tuh already like a sassy child himself. Same Kayak Torment is getting married today. I really feel so happy. But, nyak kaga can be full happy, if you see one child sagging again sad gini, the same story deh, times can reduce the burden that you again sdandang.” Papar sage sage.

Gita sat down and hugged Time.

“Gita licked, just now.” It's without a stale base.

“Yes sallam. Is it too late to take a month anyway?” ask Enyak Time.

“Ga is clear too.  This month is definitely 14 days late. Gita thought maybe pregnant.” Reply Gita thought.

“Maybe pregnant…? You kaga perika?” ask Time again.

Gita shakes.

“Ngape..?”

“Ga has continued. Hunt here aja.”

“Waduh.. pegimane yes Git. You are very serious, Curious about this problem ame barren people, poor experience.” Answer Time without filter.

“Astagafirullahaladzim..nyak do not say that ah.” Dzikr Gita's.

“Lah... married a long time, since the virgin ampe monopos gini, never got pregnant and worry? Ape try namenye if not barren?” Said Time bluntly.

“Menopause new.” Fix the Gita on Time's nyak language that is always pretentious but awkward.

“Iye... pkoknye who already can menstruate again that ah.” He said a bit keki, it could be that Time is always so.

Makes Gita a little smile and comforted by her sister-in-law's adoptive mother.

“Sabar Git, Moist Just spotting pan. Not blood as fast as biasenye. The experience of the people, the people, the artinye of the crowd. If it's late, then it's spotting. That doesn't mean you're pregnant. Bise aje entuh even a sign that you are still pregnant young. Entuh could be the code, if you need a lot of rest. Kaga useh bnyak motion first aje. Ngedekem is in mari.” It was clear that Time had suggested to Gita.

“Hah... really nyak?" ask Gita.

“Kate person , Git. Usually that's. The real thing, yes mending you check aje to the obstetrician.”

“But we are again in the village. No doctor.”

“Free in Git village, not wilderness. Pan ade health care worker, walo is not an obstetrician. Than you mewek kaga clear that, mending check.” Firmly Nyak Time who really can bring a smile of spirit on the face of Gita back.

Seriate…