The Hugger Heart

SMALL SHOCKS

After my husband's return from the race in Azerbaijan, many guests came home. The average of the agencies that are under the Mayor.

Bazaar offers to fill in local events in the area often come. And products made from purun, so far only used as a place to wash rice and containers to catch fish and put the harvest of Oranges for sale marketed, now began to be used as souvenirs, now began to be widely used as souvenirs, used in everyday life and used as an icon of the City where we live.

The prestige became up because it was taken in a race abroad and much in demand outside Indonesia.

Often I have to leave the children at my in-laws' house because I have to attend the events of the Pemko that take all day.

In the midst of busy following various Pemko events, I still try to serve my customers in fulfilling their orders.

'Dad.later mother permission out to take orders from the rattan acil well. Let's get on the bike to hurry up. I'll have to pick up the kids and go straight to the Governor's office to catch the bazaar at tomorrow's event.'

'Ga to Acilnya together, Mom?' my husband offered me another option.

'The time is not enough, you have to all packing to send customer orders' said I refused the option offered.

'Later to pick up our children just left together to the Governorate'

'Cici Ayu is coming with Dad.... Mas also' I continued to give orders to my two children who were busy playing.

'Okeh.' answered Mas Isa while bringing his favorite cars to play in the car later.

I also quickly took the key of the motorbike and wore a jacket to dispel the wind while riding the motorcycle.

'Be careful, Mom. Do not speed.' my husband's message when I am going out of the house.

'Yes.. if 80km/h can still be yes.

'Ga keep going.pelan aja' my husband still forbid.

'75 deh..'sahutku while wearing a helmet.

'Be careful dede in the stomach you know.' my husband's message.

I am used to carrying motorcycles at speeds of up to 100km/h. The streets are quiet and wide in Kalimantan, very different from the streets in Jakarta that can barely speed often, because of the density of vehicles on the road.

Smooth roads, no 'jaglukan' or sleeping police, rarely vehicles passing, far from the homes of residents it is tempting to raise motor gas to full.

The first 10 minutes of carrying the motor, the speed is still standard. But back to thinking about the time, I also began to raise the motor gas and go faster.

I no longer pay attention to how fast it is, just look at the road and remember how many more turns must be taken to get to the house of rattan pickles and hasten to take my order handed down.

All roads are almost smooth, until at one corner there is a bridge under which flows a small river. This is the characteristic of Kalimantan, there are many bridges that are rather high with the river that is still active under it.

Jukung boats that use paddles and those that use machines, still often pass through these rivers for their activities.

'Bruk!!!'

'Astaghfirullah's.....'

'Yes Allah..forget that the bridge was asphalt down... astaghfirullah.de...dede fine inside yes.mom again rush.' I said softly when just passing the bridge with asphalt that descends at a fairly high speed.

It felt like a 'jugukan' earlier, because I had no preparation. And quite a shock.

My motorbike remains standing and running normally.not until it falls or loses balance. But passing through the 'jugukan' without preparing beforehand, was quite surprising and made the body somewhat jerked.

Just remembered that I was 7 months pregnant. Because my stomach is slowly hardening.

'Assalamu'alaikum.....'

'Wa'alaikumussalam, Come in, Mom..'

'Is it over, Cil?

'After Ms. ai...'

While waiting for the rattan pickle to pick up the finished rattan wicker, I felt the dede inside my stomach spinning to the extreme.

'Okay...feel very de..maafin mother yes...kamu arrange a comfortable position for you yes.' whispered me on dede in the stomach while rubbing it.

'Why, Mom? ask Acil rattan who saw me grimacing while rubbing the stomach.

'Ga papa, dede in the stomach again spinning like this, feeling really' I explained while smiling wryly considering the jaglukan on the bridge earlier.

'Oooh.iya klo children in the stomach like so' said soothing acil.

'So how many of them have already been accomplished, Cil?' many divert.

'It's 50 baskets of nih'

'Wah hopefully fit on the bike, because I no longer bring the car.'

'Tied up in the back, ma'am in part. So that it is not full in front of the sahut acil while helping to tie.

'Oiya also well.' I agree, still not focused because it still remembers the movement of the dede that is very different from before.

Before long, all the baskets had been stuck to my bike. In front and rear of the motor. Exactly the roving rattan trader became. Don't want to.

'Go straight, Cil. Thanks much. Assalamu'alaikum's'

'Wa'alaikumussalam'

I also drove back on the bike to go home. This time with a speed of half of the speed when departing earlier.

Back over the same bridge, it turns out that between the corner I now passed with the corner when I left earlier was indeed different.

On this corner of the way home, there is no jugukan, the road is flat. But at the other end, which I passed when leaving for the acil house earlier, it looks asphalt that decreases and makes a difference quite far between the bridge and the next road.

There's a drop in the contour of the ground seems to be in the corner there. And it is a bit difficult to see, especially when speeding. Absolutely invisible, but suddenly shocked by the motor that seemed to float for a moment and crashed hard when touching the asphalt of the next road.

I took a deep breath again, remembering the incident. There is a concern in the mind that dede in the stomach why-why.

While walking slowly, I remember when the next schedule to check on dede? It feels almost a month from the last examination to the midwife, who when examined dede very agile avoid the hands of the midwife and move on, continued, until his midwife laughed and quietly rubbed my stomach waiting for a silent dede first just continue the examination.

Yes.I just checked twice to the obstetrician. Early in pregnancy and on the eve of my husband leaving for Azerbaijan to take part in the webbing race. The rest every month I checked myself into the nearest midwife.

The main reason is to make it cheaper. Because the cost of checking with a Doctor to the Midwife is very much different. The prescription vitamins given and should be redeemed were relatively cheaper.

My plan is to go to the obstetrician only if there's anything. Throughout the usual examination, I chose to go to the midwife first.

'Next week God willing we check into the midwife yes, De' whispered me to the dede in the stomach.