Pasung Tuan Muda's

19. Ten Years Later

This morning, even the age of the fetus that I carry is at the age of maturity. It's time for him to come out and see the world, a baby I hope can raise his mother from the shackles of a cruel husband his father who could treat his wife like an animal.

The stomach has been nauseous for the past three days. With two legs still in my pasung, I could not move freely to bring my stomach contents to a comfortable position. Tilting to the left is very painful, as well as tilting to the right, all positions are the same.

At that time, I felt an unending pain. While Bi Ira came into the room very long. Unlike usual, maybe he has a lot of work in the house. Using both hands to feel things around the body, I looked for anything that could accompany this pain.

Instantly both eyes looked up at the dull chair, there was a small bottle and I swiftly grabbed it little by little. The initial estimate was not what I had originally imagined, both hands were still very far away from reaching for the bottle.

Shifting little by little in a sitting position, fresh blood came out of my stomach due to the many movements

From the verge of vision, the gazes of both eyeballs began to faint. Unable to see clearly who was walking towards me at this moment, even God seemed to have acted. With the remnants of energy, I shook the chair beside the body until finally the bottle fell on the floor without breaking.

With my left hand, I grabbed the bottle and suppressed my pain. It was my way of being able to give birth without a sound, so that later no one would hear that I had given birth in the room.

"Astaghfirullah ... Mistress ...!" yelled Bi Ira very hysterical, she ran and approached my body.

Just to the left, the middle-aged woman touching a fresh blood had come out and scattered on the floor. He also shed tears while stroking my hair, Bi Ira unceasingly hugged while touching the stomach that began to hurt very much.

I also cry. Yes, Allah .. The stomach of the servant is very sick. If indeed today will be born the people of Prophet Adam, please make it easy for the way to the world. Amin ..., my mind says.

"Bi, my stomach hurts so much, Bi ...." After saying very softly, I pulled the collar of the lady's shirt at the side.

Since the interlocutor was also unable to say anything, he tried to shake the pasung that tied my legs together. "Miss ... Are we going to the doctor, yuk? Let auntie call the hospital," she said, then the woman changed her half-body position.

"Bi ...!" I shouted with a soft tone of voice.

The middle-aged woman turned her head again, she did not proceed to go to the living room. "Yes, Yes ...."

"No need to call the doctor, I'm still strong enough to give birth normally."

"But, Nyah ...."

"Bi—"

With the refutation I said, finally the woman who always tied her hair with the raffia rope turned back. He again changed his position to sit cross-legged, using his right hand he also pressed the stomach that still feels very painful.

I put my mouth in the bottle hole, inhaling and pushing the baby out to normal. This is my way of making a noise not to enter the house, because the scream is only in the bottle. As time went on, the baby did not come out.

While the pain made me unable to endure, my strength began to run out. From the left side, Bi Ira read some Quranic verses and pressed down on my stomach slowly.

From the heart, I also read the surah to give birth normally and easily. Indeed all because of God, maybe some of his asthma was able to bring the baby born into the world safely.

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

وَاللَّهُ أَخْرَجَكُمْ مِنْ بُطُونِ أُمَّهَاتِكُمْ لا تَعْلَمُونَ شَيْئًا وَجَعَلَ لَكُمُ السَّمْعَ وَالأبْصَارَ وَالأفْئِدَةَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تَشْكُرُونَ

Latin :

Wallahu akhrajakum min buthuuni ummahaatikum laa ta'lamuuna syai-an waja'ala lakumussam'a wal abshaara wal af-idata la'allakum tasykuruun(a).

Means :

"And God brought you out of your mother's belly, knowing nothing, and He gave you hearing, sight and heart, that you might be thankful"

(QS. Nahl 16:78)

Waiting until a few minutes after reading, I pressed my stomach as hard as I could.

"God' huakbar ...."

"God' huakbar ...."

"Asyhadu Laa Ilaaha will Allah, wa asyhadu anna Muhammad Rasulullah."

"Asyhadu Laa Ilaaha will Allah, wa asyhadu anna Muhammad Rasulullah."

"Asyhadu Laa Ilaaha will Allah, wa asyhadu anna Muhammad Rasulullah."

I closed both eyes. Finally, the baby came out with a cry. However, the remnants of exhausted energy had been exhausted. Without being able to see, I fell asleep and could only hear the sound of a very hysterical baby crying.

1 Hour Later ...

In the faint, I tried to open both eyeballs. Around the body, there is still fresh blood that begins to dry up. While the baby's cry was no longer there, apparently Bi Ira was holding my son back and forth on the left.

"Auntie ..," I called the middle-aged woman, then she turned to the left side.

"Mrs, thank God ... have realized."

He immediately sat on the left side and showed the cute baby to me, his face was so bright.

"Dad ... baby girl," said Bi Ira, then she put the baby in my left hand.

With the remnants of energy that still exist, I also hug and hold my baby girl—anak. While kissing the first princess' forehead all the time I've lived in this world, the baby smiles all the time.

"Dad ... the baby is pretty big, healthy again."

"Yes, Bi. Beautiful too," my sambar. Then, the baby girl moved her right hand touching this right cheek.

I also thought for a moment, because before I had no plans to give a name, I finally chose the best name that just appeared.

"Anissa."

"Anissa, Nyah?"

"Yes, Anissa Cantika Almahera," I continued excitedly.

"Well, good name, Nyah. Hopefully that name will make him have a nature like his mother. Kind, gentle, and patient."

"Amand ...."

We also talked together, while paying attention to the behavior of a cute baby who had just been present in the world as my spirit lived longer.

"Dad ... how about now I tell Mr. Revan, how long he can accept the presence of the Madam with this baby."

"No!" kangasku brief.

The opponent raised his chin instantly, then he turned his head towards the floor.

"Why, Nyah?" tanyanya while lowering the tone of voice.

"I don't want that—Revan and his new wife know Anissa's presence. Just let this kid grow up, maybe in doing so, he can avenge all the grudges I now feel."

"OK, Nyah. If that's the best way, auntie will be in full support of our original plan."

"You'll feel Revan's incredible bitterness! Look at it later, seventeen years to come. Anissa is going to expose your rot, and get rid of you both in my own house," I said firmly, glaring sharply at the shackles that shackled both legs.

***

10 Years later ...

As time went on, Anissa grew very rapidly. He also accompanied my days in the room with both legs pasung. In this life, I don't want to explain who his father is. Because he also went to school to access the door from the left of the basement. With Bi Ira delivered every day, Revan did not know that Anissa was my biological child.

One morning, after Bi Ira drove Anissa to school, she entered the basement and brought delicious food. Unlike usual, this time the middle-aged woman carrying a bag that seemed to contain something.

"Food is ready .. let's eat together." From the doorway, Bi Ira came while throwing away a faint smile.

"Wah ... What's the menu, Bi, this morning?" my many. Then, I took the red bandana on the left side and immediately tied up the hair.

The middle-aged woman placed two pizza plates on the right side, and she cut some very neat pizza pieces.

"Nih, Nyah, eat a warm pizza," he made a right hand, I took a slice of that pizza.

Without further ado, I immediately ate some sodoran pizza from Bi Ira. It feels so good and can make me addicted. With great voracity, three pieces ran out with just a few minutes.

"Bi, where did the pizza go, anyway?" I asked, then with my right hand I took it again.

"It's a pizza aunt bought by Non Anissa's school, on purpose" she responded, then stood up and walked up to the stairs.

"Bi, thank you ...!" my screams slashed the tone of voice.

The middle-aged woman did not reply, she just rounded the right finger as a sign that she answered my words. The style is exactly the same as today's children.

"Sip!" he said he went back into the house to continue the pending work.

I also spent time in this very shabby room, had ten years living in a shackle and pasung cruel husband.

From the wall to the left, the watch shows at 12:00 p.m. Anissa never came home from school, feeling very anxious ambushed the soul. Throwing away prejudice, I still pray the best for my beloved son.

At this hour, my son is not coming home? Are there any extra activities at school, huh? batinku says.

After the watch shows at 14:00 p.m. The sound of screaming sounded very loud from the doorway.

"Mrs ... Nisa's home ...."

Looking to the right, I took a deep breath and threw it out of my mouth. Finally, now I can be relieved, because the baby has arrived with a state of unharmed.

From the left side, Anissa looked at my face sharply. "Ma .. earlier at school there was a new friend," he said, then he approached me more closely.

"Oh, huh? What's name?" l asked.

"The name is Refal."

"Gee, what a great name," I responded.

"Yes, Ma, the house is up there too." After saying that, Anissa pointed towards the road leading to the house.

I looked at her hand, then looked back at Anissa on the left.

"Here?" I also pointed to follow what he said earlier.

Anissa nodded twice.

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