Pregnancy I Didn't Want

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Part 1's

I just weaned my eight-month-old son.

Actually recommended weaning process should be done when the child is two years old. I thought, the sooner the better.

"Mas, Dilan is already great,..! He is also rarely the same as us, if he is a sister how is it...?

My canda to Ardan's mas.

"Emmm... Yes Ara."

Reply Mas Ardan who may just agree with my words.

Indeed, my son is often invited to visit his Grandpa Grandmother, because he is the first grandson of my parents. That's why I weaned my son before the recommended age.

Sometimes one week I meet him.

that's it if I go pick him up, his grandfather will surely digress.

In the afternoon I visited my parents' house which was just next to the village.

I found Dilan playing in front of his grandfather's house.

"Dylan,... Mama kangen." I screamed as I ran and hugged and kissed her.

"Ngapain is also his son looked at, it's fun" he played here." The father then carried Dilan from his playground.

"Father, Dara is Kangen with Dilan." I showed a sad face.

"Dilan went home yuk..!" Take me while holding his hand which is still in his grandfather's sling.

"She wants to play with Grandpa mah."

Words that disappointed me.

"Home home, dear child, mama at home there are no playmates, no one heard your chatty chatter. Mama miss Loh..!" I seduced him gently.

"Emmm Mama." Dilan grimaced the sign did not want to come along.

"Later if you don't want to go home Dilan was a sister loh.." I tried to persuade him.

"Ide... Iye.. Ian punas Ade...!" Excited excitement.

The talk that is still a straw that makes Dara very long when her son is no longer home.

****

"Because you're so good, his son is rarely home. So relax-free." Said the Goddess of my neighbor whose son is the age of Dilan.

"How else, later if it is the new rice harvest season we are busy there is work. Well if Dilan and his grandfather are good, we can focus on work." I'm explaining.

"Yes too. When did he have a sister. Dilan is his son, a henchman,. He's the same who he wants, rarely look for you." Ideally, my investigation is curious.

"Ouch... My son is a kid, though,. Later." While I smile forcefully.

***

Season of rice harvest..

A happy season for all of us, because the majority in the farmer's village.

Dilan was comfortable in his grandfather's house, me and his father were focused on the rice field.

We choose to stay in the fields so that the work is quickly completed.

Actually my husband does not agree that Dilan continues to be brought by his grandfather, because it is not good with his wife Father. She's been my regular mom since eight years ago, ever since my parents divorced.

Mas Ardan also forbade me to go to the rice field because there are friends who can help in the rice field. But I'm not happy, I do light work. Tau right if so farmers is heavy work in the hot sun too.

"I miss the same Dilan." muttered Bang Ardan interrupted by the rest of our activities.

We stayed one week in the rice fields.

The work is done. We have already sold part of the rice crop.

***

Mas Ardan who had missed Dilan too much immediately went to pick him up.

While I clean the house we've been living in for a long time.

"Uh... Mom's Son...!" Welcome me while hugging Dilan.

"Mama... Mama, yesterday Ian pelgi angling same tatek get itan banak." The story is boring because the speech is not clear.

"Great Dad's son is already big, can go fishing. Later in the afternoon we take Mama for a walk to the city ya.."

"Daddy's Swallow?" Ask delight.

"Yes dear."

Every harvest we always set aside income from the sale of rice to entertain ourselves.

"Here is Ara, there are many games that Dilan can enjoy." Mas Ardan stops at one of the amusement parks in the city.

"Mas accompany Dilan on odong-odong first deh. I'm gonna take a break and order some food first." I rushed towards one of the tongkrongan places in the Park.

I ordered Dilan's favorite grilled sausage and two glasses of avocado juice for me and Mas Ardan.

"Why is my head so dizzy, maybe because I'm too tired." Mumbles.

"Mama..." The cry of Dilan stopped my daydream.

"Mommy's son done playing?"

"Udah mah."

"Ashik ya son..?

"Yes, um."

"Will you eat grilled sausage?" I offered her favorite food.

"Now... Want Mah...!! Excited excitement.

Dilan ate his favorite food very greedily. I just sipped my favorite avocado juice.

But there was a strange taste in my tongue, which made me feel good. What juice is not good.

"Hw...!!" It feels unbearable again. I feel nauseous.

"Darling why?" Mas Ardan asked worriedly,

"It's like this juice doesn't taste good. Try it out."

As I thrust the juice in front of Mas Ardan.

"No. It's like always." He frowned looking astonished.

"Maybe I catch a cold, huh..?" I asked myself.

"Yes, we don't have to go long, if Dilan has finished eating we go home." Take Mas Ardan.

"Yes, it's." I comply.

On the way home, I was constantly thinking. This nausea is getting worse.

"Or don't-don't...?? It's impossible." I rubbed my face awake from the reverie.