An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife=Happiness would like to welcome your little one
The shadow of Adit and the woman returned to milling, and it seemed that Adit was very happy with his lover. In the days of yesterday's meeting, his face could indeed smile broadly shown to the woman. It really hurts so much, why can't Adit smile like that to me right now.
The emptiness that I feel, feels stressful. Wanting not to think about it, but as hard as trying to memory the two of us, when knitting household happiness will not be easily forgotten. Looking back will be remembered.
How unfortunate my fate is again, the person I love is back as old as six years ago with the same woman sharp, and without feeling the tears have shed again.
"O Allah, I have only one request from You, which is the love of Adit. If I could just let it pour out on me, heehheh." Take a deep breath, for it is heavy in the chest.
"But why does it feel so hard to be with her again. Did the hate start to get on her again?" ask me to myself.
The hatred that has been embedded and embedded, makes me have to face not only betrayal, but also a high level of hatred against him.
Ever since always dreamed of having an eternal love story with our children later, but all of that turned out to be just a stupid wishful thinking.
I can only resign to the status of women who are only covered in helplessness, which is only able to witness a sense of betrayal.
"Hai Ana and Grandma's granddaughter. How's it going?" greet my in-laws while I was daydreaming, who was sitting in my father's restaurant.
"Thank God we are good, Ma! Who's mom here with?" His greeting I welcome you well.
"Alone, Son. Papa Adit is busy. You're healthy and okay, aren't you Ana?" ask him.
"Yes, Ma. Thank goodness good."
"Ooh yeah, when will Mama be able to see the granddaughter of the grandmother, nih!" He asked while stroking my stomach for a moment.
"The doctor said this week. But it feels like there are no signs yet, maybe next week huh, Ma?"
Explanation I don't understand. I'm just getting pregnant for the first time, so there's a lot of science I don't know. Maybe by confiding with in-laws can share experiences.
"What's important is that you're healthy now, and don't think about it. Because all of that is only a doctor's prediction, but if it is time to give birth, the day that the doctor determines will not be exactly the same prediction," explained Mama.
"Yes, Ma?" I said I don't believe.
"That's it, Ana. It used to be so, too, said the 23rd doctor will be born but the 15th is already opening." A little story he shared.
My face is now very lethargic, when I hear my husband's name called Mama. The feeling of not wanting to be refreshed was very strong, but behind it I missed him a lot. If only I could embrace his body now, I would surely embrace it tightly with full of indulgence.
"What's up, Ana? How did you shut up? Is anyone sick or bothering?" ask Mama suspiciously.
"none. It's okay, Ma. Just ...just!" My mouth felt clenched and could not answer.
"What's it, baby!" persuade Mama.
"That's all, Ma. It feels strange to hear the name of the Adit Mama said just now," my explanation.
"Ohh."
"I'm sorry Mama, yeah. Very well understand how it feels to want to give birth, but the husband is not beside you, "His understanding.
Just a small nod of marks I really listened to his words.
"You are patient first, surely Mama will try to bring Adit," he added trying to please my heart.
"That's it, Ma! But-is?" Joy says.
"Because. Don't worry too much like this. Pray well, if Allah wills surely whatever you want will be fulfilled."
"Amen. But, Ma! What if he gets angry? 'His memory has not recovered. Ana does not want to find because the stomach has grown like this. With Salwa too, she would surely do something again if I disturbed her," my uneasiness said.
"No, Ana. Mama has a powerful way, and Mama's plan will definitely work. Salwa problem let him want what, if he is tired later also stop by himself. You don't give up. Rest assured Adit loves you as sincerely as his heart. Surely he will remember again" he assured me.
"Together, Ana. Even though you are only a daughter-in-law, I have always considered you as my own child" he replied.
"Wah .. wah, the preoccupation of talking together
Mama, until I forgot to serve this drink," I said remembered.
As a result of the preoccupation with chatting until forgetting to give drinks. But usually he refused because he did not want to trouble us. Even so, you are always enthusiastic to serve whether it is tea water or just plain water.
"Don't bother, Ana. My mom is not thirsty! And at home was already drinking coffee," he refused.
"No pa-pa, Ma."
"Mama is a guest, so I have to respect her. It is also good to let guests thirst" I insisted.
"Well, it's up to you," he was accompanied by a smile.
"Just a minute, Ma. I stayed. Want to go to the kitchen to make a drink," my saying.
"Yes." Yeah."
It didn't take me long to make a drink for my mom. Now the footsteps are already walking carrying a cup of jasmine-scented tea.
Praaaank, the tray I was carrying had slipped out of my hand, as a result of feeling the pain of the stomach mules.
"Aaww .. aaaaa," The stifled voice endured the pain.
"Astagfirullah, Ana." Screeched mama shocked.
"What's wrong with you, son?" ask mama to be confused.
Mama was so panicked, when I suddenly sat down who was not strong enough to stand.
"Anna's stomach, ma. It hurts so much, Aww .. aaa," I answered with tremendous pain.
"Let's go to the hospital, maybe you'll give birth" Mama explained.
"Aaaaa, Mom. Sick ma, please!" My voice complained because I couldn't take it anymore.
"Yes .. yes, son. Patience. A moment."
"Marine .. besan. In here! Please Ana, sneak over here," cried Mama calling.
"Yes .. yes, a minute. Wait." Wait."
"Astagfirullah, what is this?" the voice of the Father ran away, who had approached us.
His face turned worried as well.
"It looks like Ana is about to give birth" explained Mama who was busy helping me.
"Let's get him to the hospital as soon as possible" said the father who followed in panic.
"Yes, come. Bismillah."
"Be careful, Ana."
My father has carried me, because it is no longer strong just to walk.
Finally the three of us went to the hospital, riding in Mama's car. Even the tears could not bear to not burst, as a result of his inability to feel pain.
The father repeatedly helped direct me to take a deep breath, and throw it away slowly. Maybe the goal is to let me calm down, and forget the pain that no longer formed.