The Stunning My Life

Epilogues

"That one...!"

"This?"

"No, next to it."

"This?"

"Not.., next to her again."

"This?"

"Yes. It's not tender yet?"

"It's like that."

My gestational age is the third month. I was cravings. Fortunately in the front yard of the house there is a mango tree.

Every day I look up at the mangoes hanging up there. Usually pregnant people like young mangoes, but I prefer to eat sweet and ripe mangoes from the tree.

"You, ah. Gampangan also use the pengodor stay gaet fruit. This even told my husband to climb." Juna who had just descended from the two-and-a-half meter mango tree was grumbling.

"Ye.., this is what your child asks for in the stomach. Not me."

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. She shook her head. She's so memorized, that's how a pregnant woman is. Using the request of the child in the stomach is a reason including the sense that the husband obeys his will. Seriously, I was cravings.

It's nothing more than yesterday. A few days ago I was cravings for grandma's hair. I mean wet gulali candy, arbanat.

I told Juna to go around the city streets looking for that snack. He left early in the morning, came home late in the afternoon. Good thing not to go home early in the morning like Armada's song. And in the end I nagged because he was so long ago at his house.

And my silliest cravings are, I told Juna to cook. My husband can be said to be a versatile man. But when it comes to cooking, he raises his hands quickly.

I woke up once in the night from sleep. My stomach is hungry, and I'd love to eat fried rice. Special fried rice made by Juna King of the Universe.

I interrupted Juna's deep sleep waking her up. The man's eyes blinked. And yes, I told him to make fried rice on blind nights.

I waited quietly for Juna at the dinner table and my husband was busy with kitchen utensils, as well as with his cell phone. Can't cook? Ask on google, dong...!

The first question Juna asked as I scooped up a mouthful of fried rice was, how does it feel? As a pregnant woman, I'm honest. Not good, I replied.

But the name cravings, bad taste still I eat, really. The baby just wants his father's hand-made fried rice.

"Yes, come in" Juna hugged my back with his right hand carrying a yellowing mango.

My husband and I went into the house. Arriving in the family room. "Jeez, Zein..," said Juna widened his eyes. I quickly smiled at him hinting to keep quiet not reprimanding Zein.

I approached Zein who was scribbling against the wall with crayons. I sat down to the floor slowly holding my stomach in alignment with the height of the biennial boy.

"Zein again what picture?" I asked softly to my first son. I am currently pregnant with my second child.

"Long road patch. Jen wants to make a bridge too." Zein sounded funny. He's still a little pelo.

I smiled stroking Zein's head to look at him dearly. Zein still continued to scratch the colorful crayon into the white wall.

"Zein want a picture of a car not for Mommy?" my many.

Zein looked at me smiling. Head nodded.

"It will be Mother buyin Zein picture book that buesarrr, yes."

"Zein the picture should be in the book, not on the wall" I smiled.

"Mother instead cama Jen?" ask my son to look scared.

I smiled and cupped the boy's face. "Mother isn't mad at Zein. Zein is a good boy. Good children will not be scolded by Mother."

"Zein come with Dad, yuk!" juna came to me and Zein. "Dad's got a buesarrr drawing book. Zein could draw a big car there."

Zein's face was happy. Juna immediately carried his son's body. Then a small entertaining run led to his study. Juna will definitely sacrifice one of his jumbo-size drawing books for Zein to draw.

***

I rubbed Zein's back to put her to bed. Eight o'clock at night my son always tried to go to bed. It is not good for a child to sleep too much at night.

Zein is asleep. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen.

I made a glass of milk and a glass of warm tea for Juna. He is busy in his office. My husband works very hard for this little family.

I brought the two warm drinks to Juna's room.

"Well, don't you rest with Zein?" ask Juna. His face looked tired with eyes that were slightly reddened due to drowsiness as well as laptop screen rays.

I put a cup of warm tea to the edge of Juna's table, then sat down onto the soft sofa of the room. "I'm not sleepy." I answered, then took a sip of chocolate milk in the glass I held.

"You need to rest a lot. I don't want you to be tired."

"Yes...." I answered Juna.

When Zein was pregnant, I had a bit of bleeding. At that time I was really panicking, so was Juna. We don't know shit.

My menstrual date is irregular, it can be up to two months late. Two years after our wedding, Juna and I had Zein. About thirty minutes after Juna and I had sex, my stomach started to hurt.

At that time I moaned, I cried to make Juna so panicked and confused. After seeing the doctor, I got pregnant. It even went two months. Thank goodness the baby in my stomach is okay.

Since marrying Juna, Mother Aulia has given me the place of confection completely. And De Boutique, I contribute fifty percent to manage it.

And what about the flowers? The girl was originally still living in the Netherlands. He went to college at the Windmill. Her dream was to visit Keukenhof Garden.

Juna's sister is a hobby of traveling. Flowers are very clever. He was able to master five foreign languages, English, French, Korean, Dutch, and Turkish.

And after the news that if I started to take a break from De Boutique, Bunga returned to Indonesia to help his mother manage the business. When it comes to the Crop Universe, I've quit my job there a long time ago because Juna, the new CEO, is my husband.

In the busy times of Juna the King of the Universe, finally my mother and Mother Aulia who took turns to take care of the body of two bodies. But that was when I was pregnant with Zein. If now I prefer to be alone at home with my son when Juna was busy in the office.

***

"Hi, good-looking...!" mini hugged my son Zein so much.

Juna and I met Mini and her husband, who else if not Haris. Mini and Haris got married last year. Now Mini is old.

The five of us sat in the private room of the restaurant that Juna and Haris managed.

"Mother, why is that big Auntie Mini pellet?" ask Zein to me.

"In the stomach of Mini Auntie there is a small adek. Same as in the stomach Mother. Zein has 2 adek. You can play together, huh." I answered Zein who was still looking at me.

"So Jen's gonna have 2?" Zein thrust the 2 finger symbol of her right hand into the front of my face.

I smiled nodding.

"Isss.., the pinter of a Mini Aunt. It's so jolly." Mini kept hugging my son.

***

"Geek!" as I closed my mouth to hold the nausea standing in front of the toilet sink. I just spewed a little food from my husband's own restaurant. I don't know why the smell of fried chicken is so annoying in my nose.

I was on my heels for Juna to go to the restroom. I held the sensation of being stirred in my stomach. My expression may be flat until Juna and the others don't know that I'm so nauseous.

After a hue, my body began to limp. I almost fell down, it was a good thing that someone immediately restrained my body.

"Are you okay?" ask a Caucasian woman to me.

My nausea seemed to stop looking at the white woman with the nose pointed. She's so pretty. I was glued to her. Why would a bule stray into the toilet of this four-star restaurant?

"Are you sick?" bule asked, looking at me worried.

"No, I'm fine." My answer is to try to smile.

"Let me help you," bargained the bule was holding my shoulder to take me out of the toilet.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem." Bule is smiling.

Thankfully, I understand a little bit about English. Good, to anticipate if you accidentally meet a bule like this.

"Darling, aren't you pa-pa?" asked Juna suddenly approached me who was sitting at table number 25 with a bule whose name I did not know yet. Juna looked at me worried. Looks like my face is starting to pale.

"He who?" asked Juna again staring at the confused bule beside my left.

I looked at that bule. "What's your name?" ask her.

"I'm Karel." The bule replied smiling at me.

"Carel? Thank you for helping me."

"It's okay." Karel smiled, raising his shoulders.

"So I almost fainted in the toilet. He helped me" I told Juna.

One sec. "Karel, why you"

I stared in surprise at the man who had just cut his own talk. The man also looked at me looking equally surprised. Rama, I saw the man again. For years we have not revolted since the man went to Amsterdam. And finally, now....

***

Three small families finally got together. There was no jealousy, no grudges, not the slightest disappointment between us. It was awkward at first. Five minutes. Ten minutes. We can have a casual chat.

Juna and I were happy to introduce our handsome and clever son to them, Rama and Karel. Zein Son of Juna Semesta, our first son whom I admitted was so cute.

Karel, he is Rama's fiancee. It was fortunate that Rama could meet the bloody woman of Amsterdam. She's beautiful, tall.

But unfortunately, Karel does not speak Indonesian. He said he only knew a little. But the woman was so friendly. He kept smiling even though I knew he didn't understand what we natives were talking about.

My story will never end here. As life continues, story after story flows naturally. It's just that, until here I learned a lot of things. I know all kinds of people. I learned something bad, and something good.

I'm not a good person in all aspects either. But believe me, being a better person can lead us to something very happy. Fate will feel so beautiful when I feel enough with everything.

Having Juna and the good people around me is priceless luck. A peaceful and prosperous family. Great pleasure that I never thought I could feel.

My husband said, everything that exists now is a gift from God. Because of me, mejalani lives amazingly. Whatever the case may be, Juna and I always try to deal with it peacefully.

I don't want to be praised much. Rather than a pretty word, I prefer a good word. Rather than a cool word, I prefer a great word. I'm glad I could be something I want. Something positive for both my parents, the people around me, and for my husband and my children.

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