Am I Different?
(S3) What other libel

Arriving at the house of Mother Ranti and her husband still did not stop to be grateful. Something they have been craving for years.

"Oh God, Dad. It's so happy." Ms. Dian stroked her stomach carefully.

"Same, Mom. Well-guarded, yes. What the doctor says, you must obey. Our first child" said her husband.

Ms. Aliya nodded her head while not stopping to always smile.

"Well, what if we give thanks?" ask Miss Ranti.

"No need, Mom. We will be grateful, all four months. How's it?" ask Bu Ranti's husband.

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Pregnant young, Ms. Ranti constantly felt nauseous. At that time, not only was she spoiled for her husband but did not even want to be approached.

"Well, don't come near. I'm every near Daddy nauseous," said Ranti's mother.

Every husband was confused and smelled his own body odor.

"Why, Mom? Stinky dad?" bu Ranti's husband was confused.

"Now, Dad. But I'm nauseous" said Ms. Ranti.

"No need to wear a scented misty time, yes. Let me change my clothes first." Bu Ranti's husband rushed to change his clothes.

Then after that, he came back closer to Bu Ranti.

"Dad, I said I was nauseous." Ms. Ranti, could not help the nausea in her stomach, so she walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Mom, I also want to talk to him. Why dad, anyway?" her husband remains confused.

Ms. Ranti turned to her husband while shaking her head. In the heart of Bu Ranti's husband said, 'Bring people cravings, like this time, huh? Ouch.'

"Dad's sitting down here, yeah."

"People hug Dad." Miss Ranti while pouting.

"Will nausea again?"

Then Ms. Ranti walked to her bed, she chose to lie down.

"I why the hell, Dad? Are people cravings like this? Don't like the smell of Dad." Miss Ranti clutched the nearby bolster.

"Dad don't know either, Mom. Patience first, yes. You're going into town, what's the point?"

"No, Dad. Just go home, yeah." Ms. Ranti sat down again, and kissed her husband's hand. However, again the nausea back whack.

"Not forced, my dear. I left first," said her husband, as he walked out of the room.

Miss Ranti followed behind her. As usual, he led her to the gate. Still early in the morning, a group of mothers gathered at a vegetable merchant near his home.

"Be careful, Dad." Ms. Ranti waved her hands to let her husband go to the city.

The gathered mothers stared at their movements. As usual, they are always looking for something new for them.

Just as Bu Ranti was about to return to her house, suddenly one of them called out to her.

"Eh, Ranti," shouted one of the mothers.

Ranti's mother looked at him.

"Eh, yes, Miss Sumi." Miss Ranti smiled at him.

"Listen, you're pregnant, huh?" ask the neighbor Bu Sumi.

Ms. Ranti stroked her stomach, smiling. "Yes, Mom. This two-month street."

"Don't you guys not have the seeds to have kids?" Sumi wondered.

"Oh, maybe the barren husband. The proof is she can get pregnant" said another.

Ms. Ranti smiled at the scorn, but she kept trying to be patient.

"If my husband is infertile, there's no way I'm pregnant, ma'am. Maybe only now we are given a windfall," said Bu Ranti in a soft tone.

"Eh, who knows what other people's seeds can be. Your husband is barren, you want to have children find people for you. Ih, be careful with Ranti, your husband is teased, loh," the scorn of the people this time is too much pain for him. He decided to immediately turn around and enter the house. Ms. Ranti closed the door, then leaned her body against the door. 'Oh my God, what else is this? Why can they think like that?'

Out there, they are still cool to gossip Bu Ranti. They really do not have any sympathy at all to Bu Ranti, never thought that his words could hurt Bu Ranti's heart.

"Yes, yes, too, Mom. Ranti could be cheating. He's from the dulukan have a child. Poor husband, yes," said the mothers there. However, not everyone was being bad to Bu Ranti. Some people there are also sympathetic and only certain people who always like to gossip like that.

"You guys, if you talk, don't come from. Not necessarily the truth is called slander, loh. Poor Ranti, if you stay like this," reprimanded one of Ms. Ranti's neighbors.

"Eh, Mum. Look, he hasn't had a child in years. When suddenly pregnant, it is not possible if the results of her husband. He is barren" said Sumi.

"Oh my God, Mom. He is trying to see how we don't know. Do you know where her husband is barren from? Maybe only their windfall is given a deposit," said neighbor Bu Ranti who is good.

"Yes, I don't know either. For years, it was proof. Ih Mother, be careful your husband will be seduced," said Bu Sumi remained muddy with his slander.

"Sir, how much is it? I want to cook quickly. It's free here, it's a lot of sin" she said.

Ms. Ranti was crying in the house. The dominant pregnant woman is sensitive to her feelings, making her instantly fragile. Their scorn has gone too far. Never the slightest bit in their hearts was the occasional sympathy towards Bu Ranti. Suddenly his stomach was cramped.

Fortunately, at the same time the mother who defended him visited. He knew, if Miss Ranti when sensitive like this must be down to hear the words of Bu Sumi who is very painful like that.

Geck! Tok!!

"Replace."

There was no answer from Bu Ranti to worry him. He again knocked on his door and called his name many times, but still there was no reason at all, so the mother decided to enter the house of Bu Ranti.

"Assalamualaik." The mother saw Miss Ranti lying on the floor. "Oh Allah, Ranti."

"Please .. please!" his yell.

Suddenly those who heard him ran over.

"Oh my God, why, Mom?" ask one of his neighbors named Rizal.

The mothers in the group also gathered there. One of his neighbors named Rizal, a neighbor who was closest to the house immediately carried him, then placed on the sofa living room of his house.

"Eh, Rizal is really good, yeah. Sympathy again, lest Ranti cheat on Rizal." Ms. Sumi is throwing a tantrum again.

"In my house there is eucalyptus oil. Let me get it." Rizal ran towards his house.

The good mothers are called Heny. He is not far from the age of Bu Ranti remains older he is. He is a good man, never prejudiced against others. He was one of the people who had been defending Ranti if a bunch of Bu Sumi gossiped to her. He felt pity, when he saw Ranti who had been good always hadi material scorn.

"Ranti, awake!" Ms. Heny helped fan Ms. Ranti using a paper that happened to be on her desk.

At that time, Rizal quickly returned to Bu Heni and gave the eucalyptus oil to him.

"Zal, please get some water, yeah." Bu Heni asked Rizal, of course he rushed off as ordered. Rizal went into his kitchen and got a glass of water.

Not long after, finally Bu Ranti woke up to see people had gathered in her house.

"Mom Heny." Bu Ranti's voice was hoarse, she was trying to get up from the sofa.

"Slow down, drink first." Ms. Heny gave her some water to drink.

"Sorry troublesome," said Bu Ranti.

"No, Ranti. Just make a bed," said Mrs Heny.

"Mbak Ranti, is anyone sick? I'm taking you to the hospital, okay? Or did I call Mom's husband?" Rizal.

Ms. Sumi also grinned when she heard Rizal look like that attention. "Look, Rizal was as attentive as that to him. Just let me know, they must be cheating on me."

"No, Zal. Thank you, this has been mengingan, really," replied Miss Ranti.

Ms. Heny also saw the movements of Bu Sumi and her group. He guessed that he also gossiped to Ranti when she was like this.

"Bu Sumi, if you have no interest in going home. Pity her husband to wait for her to eat, "push Bu Heny.

"Ih, this is going too. Fear of sin, same people who love to cheat." Sumi's mom took the others away.

Ms. Heny shook her head, not thinking about those who like to talk badly to others.

"Astagfirullah. The people are just like that" said Bu Heny softly.

Bu Ranti looks back to shed tears. The pain that had just begun to fade, now felt slashed back.

"Sir, is anyone sick again? I'll take you to the hospital, let's take Ms. Heny as well" Rizal said.

"Ranti, don't listen to them. Think of them as just the wind. Pity your fetus, if you ignore his words. Fear of having an effect with you, still a young age is very vulnerable." Ms. Heny tried to advise. Ms. Ranti then chose to tell everything to him. His efforts to be able to conceive, even because of the scorn he also followed what they said. In fact, he almost committed suicide because he felt like an imperfect woman that Sumi had said last time.

Once upon a time, when they gathered shopping said that Miss Ranti is not a perfect woman because she can not get pregnant. He heard it many times, never once had the mind to reply to him. I don't know why they don't feel sorry for him. Even worse this morning, until he was slandered cheating to get pregnant like this.

"Oh my God, Ma'am. Patience, yes. Don't listen," said Rizal.

"Sometimes I think, what's wrong with them? I don't get pregnant, they scorn with the nickname barren woman. When I was pregnant, they told me I was cheating. I've been impatient all this time?" said Ms. Ranti.

"Prophey yes, Ranti. Their minds are shallow, so whatever we go through must be the material of their speech. Rest assured, God loves you, thus giving trials through intervening neighbors. Now what do you feel? Let us take you to the hospital." Miss Heny seemed very sympathetic to him.

"Nothing, Mom. It was a little creaking, but now it's delicious. Thank you for hearing my complaints," said Ms. Ranti.

"Yes, I'm home first, yeah." Madam Heny moved from her seat. "Rizal, let's go. It's nothing, afraid to be the talk if you stay here. Poor Ranti."

"Good, Mom." Rizal followed behind Bu Heny to leave.

Their departure makes Bu Ranti feel grateful because there are still good people and sympathize with her. When others are competing to drop it, different from Bu Heny who always defended him from the beginning. 'Thank you, O God. The other moment brought me down, but Miss Heny was the opposite. He gave me spirit. Take care of him, glorify his life, O God.'

Bu Ranti's phone on the room table rang. He immediately got out of his seat and walked into the room.

"Hello, Dad," said Ms. Ranti.

"Mom, you don't feel good. Mom's okay, right?" ask her husband across the phone.

"No, really. Just be careful. Mother At home is fine," she answered trying to cover up what happened.

"Oh, yes Ma'am. If there's anything call me immediately." Bu Ranti's husband then decided on her call. Ms. Ranti was sitting on the edge of the mattress, staring out the window. He still saw some people clustered there and occasionally stared at his house.

"Oh my God, Miss Sumi. You are a widow from a long time ago, never once did I intend to vilify you, why did I who was clearly married become a subject of speech? What the hell, does that make you like that?" guman Bu Ranti's.