Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

225. The Self That Always Suudzon

Mom was so happy to hear the news from me that she had been sitting not far from me. His hands that had started to wrinkle stroked the stomach very gently. Unceasingly his smile expanded so widely, many times he shrank the tears that did not stop flowing. Sayings of gratitude continue to come out of the mother's mouth occasionally also mention the father and say if eventually the mother and father will become a grandmother and grandfather. Although the father is not there, but as if the mother is talking like the father is beside her.

"You're sure what's the same Mom?" ask my mother enthusiastically. "Mom bought shrimp, you want me to make a capcay?" My mother has started to stand.

I was confused not to know if I would eat or not. However, seeing the face of such a happy mother I don't feel the heart if I reject her enthusiasm. I just shook my head.

Mom then went towards the kitchen with a spirited move, she also called Mbak Yani to help her. The girl who was sweeping outside immediately ran towards the kitchen approaching mother.

"I helped my mother in the kitchen" I said to Arga. My husband just nods his head, because he doesn't stop playing water in the aquarium. He tried to catch a small fish that was in there.

"Be careful not to spill the water, it will flood!" Arga's sweat to her son as I was about to step towards the kitchen. Because he was a little pouty, because he was very happy with his aquarium. Yes indeed, this is Gara's aquarium. Initially this aquarium glass is stored at home, but Gara always just play it like that and make the floor wet. So that Arga can not stand it and want to throw it away. Because of crying and begging, I did not have the heart and proposed to keep it here. Every week we would come to see Gara's fish.

In the kitchen mom was preparing the ingredients, all she almost did on her own while Mbak Yani just took what mom told her to.

"Why are you here? Just sit up ahead with Gara. Let the mother cook," said the mother. The movement is still agile to the right and to the left also cutting the materials that have been available.

"It's okay, Mom. Let's help you?"

"Don't, don't have to. This is a mom who wants to cook. Did you crave something? Rujak? Later I will get a young mango," said my mother to me.

I just shook my head and didn't want food like that. There is no desire at all to eat sour and spicy rujak.

"When in the past when pregnant women you crave every day eating rujak continue to loh. Your father until dizzy looking for young mango, kedondong, the same star fruit. The funny thing is Yu, mother also wants rambutan fruit to be mixed with rujak. Your father got dizzy to where the problem is indeed rambutan and young mango no longer in season, hihi." Mom laughed in remembrance of her past. I also laughed at the difficulties of my father when he wanted to give what I wanted.

I sat at the dinner table because my mother wouldn't allow me to help her, my mother finished her work while continuing to tell me about her cravings. Not only do you want food and food sour, but at midnight you always want to be carried.

I imagined myself, imagining the difficulties of my father in the past, hopefully for myself, I did not have strange cravings and did not make my husband or anyone near me difficult. It hasn't happened yet, but just by imagining it I've been thinking if they'll bother once.

Some of the cooking is finished, all of them are on the dining table. I called Gara and Arga to join me at the dinner table with Mbak Yani. However, Mbak Yani refused to have lunch with us on the grounds that the work outside the house had not been completed. We just ate four.

I guess I can't eat all of this, if usually at home everything I eat is tasteless, but here I can eat very voraciously. Mom's cooking was so good, that I didn't realize I had taken rice a second time.

"Lately Ayu is not good to eat Mom, all the food at home he said feels tasteless tasteless, but here Ayu can eat a lot," said Arga representing me. She smiled happily while confirming my sagging hijab.

"Alhamdulillah then, let's eat a lot." Mother thrust a container of rice and vegetables near me, making me more eager to eat them. If I could I would like to spend it all. Am I starting to get greedy now?

"Then later mom cook again to take home, yes, for dinner," said mother again I nodded my head with a happy spirit because it will eat well later tonight. I will not go hungry in the middle of the night.

"It's so troublesome for Mom" said Arga sounding in an unkind tone.

"No problem, the most important thing is that Ayu and her future baby are healthy" said the mother with a happy smile. I glanced at the smiling Arga while nodding her head, a little scared actually. Maybe it's just my bad thinking, but I'm afraid that after I get pregnant I'm no longer so dear to Gara.

"Why too, would you not Grandma Masakin?" mother asked Gara with a smile, I let out a sigh of relief, indeed the human thought was more suudzon than husnudzon, that is how I am today. Grateful after hearing my mother's question so relieved because mother also turned out to care for Gara.

"You! Shrimp is still there isn't Grandma?" ask Gara.

"There's still a lot. Because you want Granny Masakin what to use shrimp?"

"Towder flour," replied Gara. Mother responded by raising one thumb of her hand.

Thank God, I'm glad my thinking was wrong. In fact, my mother is very dear to Gara.

Unexpectedly, under the dining table Arga grasped my left hand tightly. He also smiled, moving his mouth. At first glance I can read the mouth movement. Thank ye.

We finished our lunch to go home. Actually mom looks very sad and wants me to stay at home, but tomorrow Arga and Gara have to work and school will be very troublesome if staying here. The journey to go home and go to their place of activity is quite far, the time will not be enough if early in the morning departing from this house.

"Promise you'll sleep here tonight. Let me also play with you because" mother asked us.

"Yes of course, Mom. Later on Sunday night we will stay here. or, Mother who occasionally stay there. Don't you want to stay with us just so we can be together?" ask Arga to mom. Mother shook her head.she remained with her desire to stay in this house. We often invite mothers to move home, but mothers still do not want and do not want to leave all the memories in this house.

Finally we said goodbye even though I felt hard leaving mom.