The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 21

The following days, my relationship with Aak's mas got better. I can say what I want without fear anymore, because in fact my husband is not a yipe man who can understand the code, so inevitably I have to say that I like or dislike something, or say what I want.

"Mas, tomorrow is Sunday night, we're going to stay at my dad's house, yuk!" I took my husband, we haven't stayed at my parents' house all this time. Also now I rarely stop by there after school. Given the work at home that might be abandoned.

"Yes, I can." Mas Aak answered briefly, but still a relief for me.

"I'm going to school, or you go there with me, Mas?" I asked again, afraid of missteps.

"Bareng aja, it's not good to go there alone, later we think there's a problem again, right?"

"Yes too, Mas. Yaudah, I'll go home tomorrow." I nodded in agreement with my husband's answer, making perfect sense.

Be it Sunday night, my husband and I are staying at your house. It feels good to be back at my birthplace. Here I feel free to be myself, no need to behave too politely for fear of bad judgment from in-laws. The most comfortable home is the home of the parents themselves.

But it was not so with Aak. Even though he likes to be rude, but it turns out to be very stiff when dealing with the father. Same my younger brother also can not immediately familiar because it is my quiet brother.

"Tomorrow malem Sunday nginep father's house again huh, Mas?" I got off the bike and took off my helmet after my father's house on Sunday afternoon.

"Don't every Sunday night there. I'm not comfortable there." Mas Aak bent his face, it seemed like he was indeed feeling depressed.

"Why indeed? That's your parents' house, too, Mom?" I raised my eyebrows, asking further.

"You are not free. You know for yourself, after dawn I like to sleep again. At my father's house, I can't. Semalem cannot sleep. It's so sleepy. Not good, either. Eating too much is not good either. Good in your own home."

It turns out that's the reason.

"Yes the same, Mas. I'm not happy here either. Want to relax watch drakor, play HP, not delicious. Going, not good. Take a nap, not good. Serba did not enjoy the point. But I don't refuse to stay here. I'm trying to stay here." I replied to Mas Aak's excuse which I thought was childish.

"Yes, yeah. Yaudah is up to you. I'm going to sleep first. Sleepy." Mas Aak stepped gontai, went first leaving me who was still on the bike. Even he did not bring the vegetables my mother loved from her own harvest.

"Hhh. Come back again." I took a heavy breath. I had to bring one cardboard instant noodles filled with vegetables from home. It feels heavy, but I'm still strong.

I have to be extra patient and always be ready to face all conditions. My husband is kind and caring sometimes, helpful, but sometimes annoying. It is true that people say, we should never rely on others, because in fact only ourselves are the most understanding and most reliable.

I feel like I'm stronger now and more patient with everything I'm dealing with. Until one morning, suddenly my stomach felt nauseous. I ran to the bathroom, but no one came out at all.

"Why are you, Dek?" Cook might have heard my voice trying to get my stomach out.

"Yaudah, take a break. I want kerokin? You will not have to go to school first. We'll check into the puskesmas." Cook helped me walk into the room. Every now and then I glanced at Mas Aak's face.

"Tumben," I thought. But thank God, this is better.

"Want me to get you a hot drink? Let her stomach eat?" Aak offered me, after taking me to bed.

"Byeah, Mas. Don't be long, yeah! I want to get scooped up. I want to know, what red is not. Let's get her body too." I lay my body down slowly. Sometimes the nausea still hit. As I recall, I have no history of magh pain. Why does my stomach taste so bad.

"Okay, wait a minute!" Cook Aak immediately walked out of the room. After a while, he returned with a glass of hot water.

"Old kok, Mom?" I wake up, I can't wait to drink hot water.

"So I was asked why, you why, I'm like vomiting that." Cook helped me drink the water he brought.

"That means whack to Mom's room, Mas? Though from the bathroom to Mother's room is quite far, huh?" I feel bad. It must have made Mom uncomfortable.

"So Mom was in the kitchen again, so you were vomiting." Cook Aak put the drink to the dressing table next to the mattress.

"Oh, just panties." I'm mangosteen. The kitchen was beside the bathroom, so it was natural to hear, because I had also turned on the faucet to disguise the sound of vomit that must have sounded disgusting.

"Trus Mommy commented what else, Mas?" I asked again, wanting to know what my in-laws thought.

"Tell me to check, don't take the medicine, fear you're pregnant. So that's vomiting." Cook replied with his flat face.

"Why didn't I think there? I'm two weeks late, Mas. Or maybe I'm pregnant? How do you get pregnant, Mom?" I suddenly panicked. I don't know why, I don't think I'm ready to get pregnant right now. There will be a lot of things disturbed if I get pregnant.

"Well, you're not pregnant, do you have a husband? If you do not have a husband, it is natural to panic. Pregnant because you have a husband, is it natural? After all, if people get married, is it one of them to get offspring?" Cook Aak sitting on the edge of the mattress. I know he has a lot of thoughts, too. Considering he works is also uncertain, especially the need will increase if you have children.

"I don't think I'm ready yet, Mom. What if we can't be good parents for our kids?" I covered my face with both hands.

"Let's check it out first. We'll think about how ahead, if it's clear how it really is."

I nodded in agreement. This time I felt salute to my husband, his words sounded very wise. Hopefully next can be like that. Especially if I am really pregnant, it means that he will soon become a father who should be an example for his son, right?