The Father's Choice Husband
Chapter 26
"Mom!" I hugged my mother's body tighter, unable to speak anymore. I just want to be like this, let my tears speak.
My mother seemed to know what I was feeling, she just returned a hug, rubbing my back. Mom didn't ask any more, she seemed to understand, I couldn't tell her. My mother was not as educated as my mother-in-law, but still, mother was the most comfortable place for me.
After I felt better, I began to let go of my embrace.
"Come, come in first, Mel! It's not good that a neighbor sees." My mom used to walk me into the living room. I just according.
"Don't you stay home, Mom?" I made sure, afraid that you would hear my story later. I intend to tell all my complaints to my mother.
"Father is still in the fields, Mel. At most it will be noon, continue to leave again," replied my mother.
"Where to go with Sigit, Mom?" I also asked my two sisters, so as not to be too seen hiding from the Father.
"Obdomain, go play."
"Mother not going to the rice field?" I asked again, afraid that the time would not be right.
"If you're here, yes, I'm not going to the rice field first, Mel. When are you going to play here?" My mother smiled soothingly.
"If I may, Mela will stay over too, Mom." For some reason, now in this house I also feel like a guest.
"Of course you can, Mel. But, you're not having any problems with Aak, are you? How come it's like this all of a sudden?"
"Emm, no, Mom. Mela is just tired, bored and a lot of thoughts. So want to find some entertainment here, ma'am." I smiled, although it must have been seen that my smile was forced.
"Thank God then, but if there's anything, you don't mention the story with Mom, Mel. Who knows, you can help find a solution. Although it may not be good to interfere in your household affairs, but who knows you can help." Mother said carefully, actually I also want to tell all my complaints. But I'm still thinking about the norm, is telling the story of family matters a good decision? Or just muddy the mood? But I decided to just tell the story, hoping that my feelings would be a little relieved.
"Mom, it turns out getting married feels like this, huh. Mela feels still not ready to face all the problems of marriage, ma'am." I started to open up my story.
"It's like that, Mel. All marriages will face their own problems. But you have to remember, Mel. Marriage is a worship, if you can be patient, then everything will be worth the reward." I nodded, Mother's answer was correct.
"That's the problem, Mom. Cook Aak can never be invited to discussion, negotiate a solution together, Mom. So Mela who has to do nothing herself, looking for her own solution. It feels really tired, Mom. Tired of body and soul. Cook Aak still can't be mature, ma'am. He wants to be understood, but he never wants to understand Mela, ma'am." I look back on Mas Aak's treatment of me, most of it was like that.
"Just like this, Mom. Cook Aak choose a walk with his Vespa friends, he said tired of work, bosen at home, want refreshing. What about Mela, Mom? Mela is also tired of work, even the work of Mela not only at school, but also at home. But Mas Aak doesn't understand that, Mom. Boro-boro bantuin, understand. Sometimes it makes a big splash, Mom. Plus Mela's condition is now pregnant, her stamina and emotions are unstable. But Mas Aak instead of pampering Mela, help with homework or whatever, even irritated even more usual." I vented all my complaints that I had been holding myself.
"No papa, Mel. You have been educated to be a strong child, I am sure you can, even though you are pregnant. Doing homework will make you able to give birth normally and smoothly, Mel. The important thing is not to lift too heavy a load. If for example lifting a lot of laundry, do not lift at once. You better divide it into several parts, continue to take turns. A lot of walking will also make the labor process easier, Mel." I was stunned for a moment, and it was also true what Mother had said. All this time I only focus on my own emotions, but I never see the positive side, what benefits I will get if I keep working even though I am pregnant.
"Was that mother?" I asked about my mother's experience first.
"Of course, Mel. Any mother ever spoiled, despite being pregnant. Pregnant young while vomiting Mother remains to the rice field, Mel. Help yourfather. Because I hope that if you are strong, your children will also be strong. And it proved, right? You and your sisters are all strong children and independent." Mom smiled, I saw pride in the look in her eyes.
I asked myself, Am I really as strong as what you say? I'm not sure. Because in fact I still often complain about the severity of the work I do every day.
"That means I have to be like that too, if I want my son to be a strong child huh, Mom?"
"Yes, of course. Just do what you can, Mel. If you feel tired, rest, later connected again. But don't malesan, not good for you and your fetus." Mom gave me some very touching advice.
All this time maybe I was the one who was too hoping to relax, lazing, so I did not sincerely do my job. Though come to think of it, in fact I was able to get through it all this time, right? I steadied my heart, to become even more energetic, to do all my work.
"Oh yes, Mom. I want to work on the rice fields part Mas Aak, lumayab for savings if giving birth. But how is it? Same mom want to help Mela, right? Looks like Mela hasn't been able to farm by herself." I switched the conversation, asking for help more precisely.
"Well, no problem, Mel. When do you start?" Mom replied with enthusiasm, she seemed to be very supportive of me.
"What is next Sunday, Mom? Mela is off that day." I decide alone, whether Mas Aak wants to help or not, the important thing is that I have other help. Although it seems troublesome.
"Well, I'll tell you later." Mom smiled back.
"Thank you very much, Mom. Sorry to always bother Mom and Dad. I shouldn't have been the responsibility of Mom and Dad." I bowed listlessly. I was so confused, was my decision to ask for help the right decision?
