Pregnancy I Didn't Want

part 7's

"Oh, does this in my stomach seem to be a movement." I hold my stomach.

If you say parents in my village if the fetus already has movement means that the pregnancy has entered the age of five months.

"Mas... Here hold my stomach. Someone's moving." I guided Mas Ardan's hand to my stomach.

"This is Dede. Thank God he is active, hopefully always healthy. Don't make mama tired. Don't upset Mama either." Mas Ardan gently stroked my stomach while leaving a message.

"Mas. I don't want to get pregnant." I started to shed tears.

"Darling it's not good to say that. Thank goodness her son was born a girl." Ardan cheers me on.

"Not Mas. This boy is a boy. It was the same when I was pregnant with Dilan." I belied his words.

"The woman's men are not important, the important thing is that my wife and son survived. There are still many people out there who pray without ceasing to expect the presence of a child. Why don't we be grateful for the boy's presence." Ardan convinced me.

"If this child is born you love Irfan, I don't have to look at him." Irfan his friend Mas Ardan who has been married for seven years has not been blessed with a baby.

"Conscious... Tare. This is our son. My son and you.

What's the reason you refused his presence?" His face was angry with me.

"I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed of getting pregnant in this fast time." I cried in Ardan's arms.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the clinic so you have a KIA book." Take Ardan.

"Not really good." I-i refused.

"Why not keep going. Tomorrow we pick up Dilan we stop by the clinic."

"E.m." I'm nodding.

***

At 8am we headed to my father's house.

"Dilan's... Dylan." Ardan called Dilan.

"There are no Mas. But the door is open. We're going in." My love to Mas Ardan.

"Maybe take a shower. Look back." Mas Ardan told me to find Dilan.

"Eh... Take a shower." More." I found Dilan in the bathroom being bathed by Bi Ita.

"Will go to Ma's town." Excite me.

"Dad is in front of Nak. We go home." I took her home softly.

"So I want to go with grandma." Shoot again.

"Bi Ita I can take Dilan home first. I'm not good with his dad."

"Dad..." Dilan interrupted Mas Ardan who was waiting for him.

"We go home, son." Bring Mas Ardan gently.

"So, I want to go with grandma to town."

"Darling, go to the city later with Dad and Mama ya." Bi Ita persuaded Dilan.

"No." Dilan shook his head.

"The grandfather is old. Probably still busy taking care of the cow. Dilan went with his father first huh." Bi Ita tried hard to persuade Dilan.

Dilan was forced to come home with us.

"It's a shame we'll check Ade out." Mas Ardan invited Dilan to chat on the bike.

"Aian Swallow puna Ade?" Ask delight.

"Not a fuss first." Mungkas Ku's.

"It's wrong he knows. Let him get used to being a brother." Mas Ardan gave me understanding.

Mas Ardan stopped his motorbike in front of a clinic in my subdistrict.

"Down first." His orders.

"Not really good." My feelings became ungodly.

"We've arrived here we just check to let our child know our health."

"Not really good." I kept on riddling with my answers.

"Last night I promised."

"I'm not ready yet. Please understand me." I started crying.

"Until when. From yesterday I have always tried to understand and understand you.

I care. I care about Dara." Ardan raised his voice. He looks very emotional.

"Mama don't cry." He hugged me tight. I heard Dilan's voice. It seemed that he was afraid of hearing his father's rude voice.

"OKs.. Ok. we're home. I'm following all your will now." Mas Ardan rode back on his bike.

I was afraid to be behind him.

The mood became quiet. I tried to wipe my tears.