The Mentions behind the clouds

Dooor!!!

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"Huft, it hurts!"

The mentari in the bathroom kept whimpering to hold back the taste he could not describe at this time. Not once, but it has been since morning like this precisely after delivering the Clouds to the front door of the main residence Biantara.

"Do you want to be born? please hold it, son."

The mentor walked very slowly, he opened the door while continuing to take a breath and then discharged slowly, he did it repeatedly until the pain disappeared. That's what the doctor recommended to her when she last checked the womb with her husband.

The big-bellied woman had now reached the edge of the bed, she sat down and grabbed the calendar that was on the nightstand. Mentari noticed the row of black-colored numbers while continuing to count forward.

"It's still the whole day ahead if according to HPL" he put the object again and grabbed the phone lying next to the sleeping lights.

Still grimacing occasionally, Mentari hit one of the most meaningful names in her life - Mother.

A few seconds passed, finally the phone was connected to the most meritorious woman, not only because she had given birth and raised him, but also wanted to take care of Si Cimol very well during her marriage.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am."

"Waalaikum greetings, son. You're okay, aren't you?" mother asked without further ado, it seemed like she had felt an unpleasant feeling about the princess alone.

"My stomach hurts, Mom. The bottom was a little cramped and my back waist was hot," Mentari fought while grimacing back.

"Your husband and in-laws are there? do they know?" The mother leaned in with an overwhelming panicked tone and it was natural as a parent who was far away from her child let alone in this condition.

"Not yet, Mom." The Mentari shook her head as if she was in front of him.

"Quick news knows them, and check into the hospital, don't delay any more, okay?!" firmly Mother who is increasingly worried across there.

"But ten more days, ma'am."

"Oh my goodness, Dance! that's just an estimate doctors and doctors are human. What determines the birth is of course only God, your child can be born whenever He wills," explained the mother who was even furious to hear the reason Mentari.

"Yes, Mom. Tari said Mimih first," he said then hung up.

Mentari put the flat object again on the nightstand and woke up slowly from his seat.

The heavy step seemed to never reach the door, wanted to feel like he was crying because he felt pain again in the lower part of his stomach.

Chequek...

The door he opened slowly, his eyes circulated looking for servants for him to ask the whereabouts of the big Madam Biantara now.

"Kok tumben is very quiet, yes" he muttered as he continued his steps towards the elevator.

It has been months since her pregnancy grew, Mentari was not allowed to go up and down stairs by her husband and family, at all, and the iron box is the only one who can carry it from top to bottom and vice versa.

Trioying...

The elevator door opened after ringing once, Mentari quickly went out to the backyard because in the middle room there was no one, he was sure if his in-laws must be there, he was sure, either in the garden or perhaps in the cages of their pets.

Dooooor's...

"Astaghfiullah!" peek Mentari as her shoulders clap someone from behind.

"Eh, Dadet Dede," chuckled the Ocean while stroking his own chest.

"What's wrong?"

"No, Onty is there? this nitip Amma was for love to your in-laws," explained the Ocean while showing the package he brought.

"Here I'm looking for, maybe in--"

"Ouch, Brother. It hurts," cried Mentari who almost fell to the floor if Sam did not hold it.

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Huaaaa.... Appa!!! The Lontongin Dede Oey....