The Pain of being Betrayed

Morning Sickness

It's hard to be happy in this new place I've been through.

The heart has calmed a little, because there is no sound of guests not in want to come knocking on the door again.

Not run away from responsibility, still the name of the debt will be paid. Because no matter how small the name of the debt will definitely be charged until the afterlife later, and I do not want it to happen.

And in this new house too, I and Mas Angga are given confidence again.well I am currently pregnant with a second child.

This second pregnancy is indeed from a long time later right, considering Alif is old enough to have a sister.

My pregnancy was young, just four weeks old.

But in this second pregnancy I felt very and very tormented, because I felt the name 'Morning Sickness'

Every day it is usually just a fall, eat the will just the same spicy noodles, because seeing the rice it feels like vomiting, drink should be with warm tea.

Can't smell the fragrance, which is worse still the smell of the refrigerator is opened and also the smell of freshly cooked rice. Ughhh!! it's very uncomfortable.

It was delicious, different from the pregnancy Alif used to feel nothing.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Mas Angga when entering the house.

"Walaikumsalam." said I was still lying on the bed, because if you sit down, my head will feel dizzy.

"Holee, papa came home." cried Alif as he ran scattering to ask in a cradle by Mas Angga.

Mas Angga immediately held Alif, and met Ku in the room.

"This baby, I bought Hell's Noodles" said Mas Angga thrusting a bag of crackles in which there is a box of hell noodles.

"I'm sorry, Mas, I still can't do my job as a wife" said Ku lirih

"Why talk like that, baby, you do not think much, then your content is okay again said Mas Angga

"I understand how you are doing right now, so you don't think of anything else either." continued Mas Angga again while sitting on the bed and stroking my back.

Since this pregnancy, Mas Angga who always do homework, except cooking. Because to eat always buy what is already done.

And now Mas Angga is no longer playing his favorite online game. He prefers to watch the YouTube talk of 'Ustad Abdul Somad'

Praying five times never stay, also he always do the magrib prayer.

I am so grateful for that, as a wife I just want to have a priest who can guide me on the right path towards the 'Jannah' of Allah, InshaAllah.

"Yes already, if so I take a shower Alif first well." said Mas Angga who I replied with a nod.

Mas Angga came out while carrying Alif towards the bathroom.

Before long Alif entered the room with a neat and fragrant stelan.

"Hhmm, mama's son is handsome and fragrant well, who's bathing, hum?"

"Parents shower me."

"Why not eat?" alif asked while holding a box containing Hell Noodles earlier.

"Later, wait for papa. Let's eat together."

"Mama's still sick?" ask Alif again. Well Alif including a chatty child and his curiosity is very high.

"Yes, Son. Mama's still sick, but nothing. Soon Alif wants a sister, Alif wants to?"

"You mah, want. his sister is as good as I am, right mah?"

"I want it to be like me, so you can play ball ball baleng" said Alif with the pronunciation of the letter R is still not appropriate.

"Yes, but even if it's a girl, Alif still has to love and take care of her later, listen?"

"Dengal, mama." replied Alif as he hugged me.

Not long ago Mas Angga came.

"Have you eaten yet, dear?"

"No, Mas. I'm waiting for you to eat together."

"Yes yuk, we eat." replied Mas Angga while preparing dishes and also drinking water.

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Time goes by so fast, I don't feel my gestational age is twenty weeks.

Everything feels like usual, all the homework has been done again, eating problems have returned as usual, no longer feel nausea and vomiting.

And here I am now, in my mother-in-law's house. To celebrate Alif's third birthday.

Not fancy, just cut the cake. It means a lot to Alif.

"Happy birthday dear granddaughter Oma" said my mother-in-law as she kissed Alif's right and left cheeks.

"Thank you, Oma."

"Happy birthday grandson Opa." said My father-in-law also kissed Alif's cheek.

"Happy birthday handsome Mami." now it's Yenita's sister's turn to say her.

"Happy birthday, Mother's child." followed by her sister Mas Angga.

Alif looks so happy, cut the cake already. When she opened the gift that was loved by Oma, Opa, Mami, Mother of Alif.

"Holee, I love it." she shouted as she opened her first gift containing cars.

Alif was so enthusiastic to open one by one the gifts in his can, the average contents of his toys.

The relationship between me and my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law has improved considerably, seeing you only once a month.

Well, I and Mas Angga visit my in-laws' house only once a month, which is half an hour from the house I live in now.

Tonight before going home, my mother-in-law invited us to talk about my sister-in-law who would be asked by people.

Thank God, I am very grateful to hear this news, because the age of my sister-in-law is very, very mature for a household. It's been twenty-eight years.

"Female, mama wants to talk to you and Ara."

"What are you talking about, Mah. Seriously." answered Mas Angga.

"Here, your sister, Thank God her soul mate already exists, has asked permission also to marry your sister."

"So mama wants to ask for your opinion, how about for our proposal to hold next month only, and for her wedding one month after her fiancee how." continued my mother-in-law again

"Yes if we really agree-agree Mah, now it all depends on what mom can do for her finances, about her we to help financial problems honestly can not, Mah." answer Mas Angga.

"Our problem is also the effort to pay the debt, and also the cost for the delivery of Ara which is not long" continued Mas Angga again