The Pain of being Betrayed

Aisha Light Ramadhanty

About one o'clock in the afternoon I was let home by her midwife's mom.

With a conversation with Mas Angga, while Alif and his sister mama-in-law Ku who brought home on foot, because it was close to the house of my mother-in-law, like the old song that I often heard while still SD 'Five-step girlfriend' that I often request via radio.

Arriving at home I immediately cleaned my body, because it was sticky because it was sweating during labor earlier.

"Mas, I'm gonna take a shower firstwell, sultry."

"Yes, you be careful, baby."

"Yes, later if the mama has arrived, do not forget to take care of the dede her." message me before entering the bathroom which is nod by Mas Angga.

Well, somehow after giving birth to her body I felt light, as if nothing had happened before her. Maybe because of the fitting of giving birth this time not so long to bear his pain only twelve hours, and Alhamdulillah did not get stitches too, so lightly if taken walking.

Different when giving birth to Alif first, maybe because the first child yes, so there has been no experience. resist her contractions from nine o'clock in the night to nine o'clock in the evening again. Imagine twenty-four hours withstanding the pain, and the outflow can be one stitch, even without anesthesia at all. Love is not what it feels like. Oh blimey!! it cannot be revealed.

So when giving birth to Alif, if the road must be careful and slow, sit down must be slow, wear octopus for three months, the worst again want 'BAB' alone I have to hold, I have to bear, so scared of her stitches coming off. That's the struggle of parents.

Before long I finished with the ritual bath, should not be long, pamali said the elderly.

My eyes should not be asked at this moment, very sleepy. Because from the first contractions I have not been able to sleep, and immediately work until sahur.

Want to rest for a while, but can not because Aisyah since arriving at the house fussy continues.

Well, I've agreed with Mas Angga to name our daughter 'Aisha of Light Ramadhanty'. And that name has also been kept neatly from ever since I was pregnant with my first child. Because of this first and second child I've never had an ultrasound test at all, so I don't know her gender. Finally we had to prepare two names at once for both men and women.

Because of the first boy, I finally kept the name for his daughter again. And Allah is All-Fair, giving us daughters today.

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I'm confused who to ask for help, I see people are busy with their respective activities.

My mother-in-law is busy in the kitchen cooking for nursing mother nutrition, while Mas Angga is not asked, busy playing games.

Either since when there is another online game application in his gadjed.which makes him back off guard and forget the time even to forget the state of Ku which is currently out of labor.

Sleepy...!!!

That's one word that came out of my mouth, but how is it, there's no way I'll just cry. His name is also parents will not be able to let his child cry let alone this is still a baby.

Aisyah crying fussy may be because of thirst, but already in the love of formula milk, still also cry.

Want her in the hold, if put on the mattress must be crying again.

I don't know, I want Ku teriaki Mas Angga at this time if not appreciate the people above this house. Upset it feels, already know the wife is exhausted and hassles because Aisyah is fussy. But he was even indifferent, ignoring her at all.

I hold this emotion, want it to feel immediately go home, so I'm free to do anything.

Even the night came approaching, Aisyah was still the same as not to be put on the mattress, want her in the hold.

About one night, somehow Aisyah suddenly cried without silence. I woke up Mas Angga who was currently sleeping soundly beside Me. Oh, yep..!! I want to use stone.

"Mas, wake..!!"

"Mas, come on. Aisyah thirsty maybe, please make hot water dong." said Ku again while shaking the body Mas Angga.

"What a pity." said Mas Angga a little annoyed at waking up

"Good God, so do not play HP until late so, if you do not need it I will not wake you up anyway."

"What's up, hum?"

"Please make milk for Ayesha, from that moment on, she might be thirsty."

Mas Angga bangkin, and immediately kedapur cook hot water, here there is no hot water thermos.so if you need hot water to cook first.

"This baby, I don't know if this is the right fit, and what is not hot anymore" said Mas Angga gave up the glass containing formula milk for Aisyah.

"Today, Mas." answered her with lips.and gave her to Aisha.

Before long he stopped crying, just surprised by the people who were on top of this house, because there was no one to help me to take care of Aisyah even for a moment. Though my eyes are actually very, very sleepy.

I was swinging Aisyah in my sling, before long her Ayis fell asleep, I tried to lean against the wall and tried to sleep. But nil..!!

Until the morning before, not once my eyes closed to rest even for a moment, because there are only obstacles.

And in this morning only Ayis can be put on the mattress, I immediately went to the bathroom to clean myself not to forget the dirty clothes Ayis peed out and her PUP I washed all, all of you, this is the responsibility of a husband until the child is forty days old.

But not with Mas Angga, where would he do something like this, because for him this task is only done by a wife.

From the first child it's always been like that, never willing to help in something like this, changing her diaper alone never. If the child peed or PUP would always shout call me to replace him.