The Love of ROBBKU

POV SATRIA DESPERATE

Day after day I went through patiently, week after week I remained patient. But after all these months I've been living? I want to give up and end this life. 

I'm an ordinary man who is entrusted by God all feelings, there are sad, happy, angry, hate and others. Is it wrong that if I want to end this marriage, I've tried to be a good priest. 

But when I think of the baby in my wife's womb? My heart softened instantly, the seed I planted with love for the Robb made me withdraw the intention I had said inwardly. 

For some reason the closer the day is H, my wife's behavior is becoming more and more. Crying without cause, anger without cause, jealousy without cause. I'm tired of making it. 

Can I complain? But I can't do that. My parents and in-laws have given orders that I should be patient. The words they always say when I complain. 

'Son, patience. Accept the test of God with a sincere heart.'

'Sat, if you knew the pain of being pregnant and giving birth? Maybe you'll never complain like this!.'

'Jalani aja, everything must have an end.'

'If you feel tired? So, remember your child, then there is a power that makes you able to live this all.'

Those are their words if I complain about my wife's attitude, everyone must stand up for the pregnant woman. What dayaku? I couldn't conceive and give birth, but I felt sick and tired.

I try to smile even though my heart is suffering, at this time I can only try my hardest to please my wife. 

This morning just like the morning before, I brought my wife some green bean porridge. Although I knew that she did not like it, but this food was a recommendation from the Doctor who said that my wife should eat nutritious foods.

"I don't like it, Brother!" my wife shouted loudly, but as if deaf. I keep thrusting the spoon containing green bean porridge to him.

"Sister! I didn't hear what I said!" I screamed my wife back with an increasingly irritated face. However, just like before, I did not pry his words.

"Sister! Then I cry!" she snapped at me and acted as if she was the wife her husband had killed. I just want to feed it with green bean porridge

I was only able to take a long breath gently I placed the bowl that had been held onto the small table beside me. 

Then I immediately hugged my wife who was like a grandmother attached, with the appearance of tangled hair and a dull face due to an agonizing pregnancy. 

I gently stroked my wife's hair and occasionally kissed her head. I know that my wife is tormented with this situation, but what else? This is a very difficult phase for a pregnant woman. The phase in which you have to prepare mentally and physically to give birth to a child. 

I have received many good wishes from my own parents to the in-laws. If, I had to be patient and sincere with my wife if I behaved like a child. 

I took a slow breath and looked at my wife's face that had changed far from before, "Nur, I'm just asking you to eat. Please have mercy on our son."

My wife's cry suddenly broke instantly, I don't understand what she's made of. Is it wrong to say that? Thought frustration. 

I was confused by my wife's attitude and asked, "Why are you crying, Nur? Pity our son, he will also be sad."

"Sister just love our son! Brother doesn't love me! Brother choose love! I hate Brother!"

"Allahu Akbar!"

I could no longer hold back my tears, I was tired of my wife's attitude like this. If allowed?  I want Nurku first, a tough and cheerful girl. The girl who never gave up on the situation and remained strong with all sorts of exams. 

We both cried like children, probably because our loud crying made Umi knock on the door and enter our room and approached and asked. 

"What else is it? Aren't you tired of crying like this every morning?"

I let go of my arms from the wife and let the earth calm my wife, I chose to go out for a breath of fresh air. My brain is completely dead-end. 

I stepped out, my wife's cry I didn't. I was tired and wanted to calm down for a moment this turbulent heart. 

I went to the terrace of the house, I sat this ass on the chair while staring across the street with our minimarket. My thoughts seemed to go back to where my wife and I started the small business. We went through pleasant days, no tears fell that time. Even though we eat just like that. 

I can only smile bitterly now if I recall those times, if allowed?  Then maybe I'll keep using the KB balloon so my wife doesn't get pregnant and this phase will never happen. 

Long enough I daydreamed while imagining the good times of our early marriage until a gentle touch touched the top of my head that I knew the culprit was the umi. I stared for a moment then turned my eyes back across the street with a pushy look. 

"Sat, do you know the difference between a pregnant woman in legal marital status and a pregnant woman out of wedlock?"

The question of the Umi caught my attention, I looked back at her as if asking for an answer. Because what difference do I think it makes? After all, they are both pregnant with children, both in marriage and outside marriage. 

I saw the woman smiling and sitting next to me and asking, "Sat, you often don't see the case of a mother throwing her own biological child out of wedlock?"

I immediately nodded in response to his words, because it is no secret that many underage teenagers fall into promiscuity and end up pregnant out of wedlock. 

However, what makes them smell is that they just throw away their flesh blood that has just been present in this world. Some unborn people have been killed, like abortionists. Who else would have done it if not her own real mother. 

I looked at my umi breathing out softly before speaking while looking at me with a serious look. 

"As long as you know, Sat. If pregnant women in a valid marriage bond get a great reward, in contrast to other women who get pregnant out of wedlock. They only get sins, but their pregnancy is also different. If a pregnant woman is out of wedlock? They do not feel the difficult phase of conceiving until childbirth because God has uprooted it, it also makes them easily throw away their flesh and blood."

I saw the Umi paused her speech and took a breath and then continued her story. 

"However, it is different from a pregnant woman with a legitimate marriage bond. They will feel tremendous pain, even the people around them become the test material to be more patient in dealing with the pregnant woman. Umi spoke like this, not without reason? Umi really understands what you are feeling, because Umi has experienced it."

I was stunned to hear the last words of the woman who was now looking at me.

"Umi. ," my words were cut by him. 

"Umi just wants you to be patient! A few weeks later, because Mala is about to give birth. What if your child is born? Umi is sure you will miss the pregnancy period, Mala."

After saying that, the Umi passed by and I nodded, "Is it possible that I will miss this sad time?"

I stared at the woman's back until it disappeared from my sight. 

"Don't daydream! Later, sambet!"

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