Anisa the Sinner
3. Pregnant Outside of Marriage

The time is 13:00. After performing the Zuhur prayer and lunch in the canteen they again sat in the waiting chair.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.has been half a day we wait here but kok ya have not been able to call," complained the mother Rosmawati.

Maesaroh smiled lightly patted Rosmawati's thigh slowly, "That's why I'm so lazy when you check in the hospital poly. It must have been a long time. It's been sicker getting sick from having to queue for a long time."

Rosmawati. His eyes looked forward, suddenly reminded of Nurul.

"Oh Allah, I resigned what would happen later. Servant knows, as soon as the carcass is hidden it will surely smell too. All together this hidden news will surely be heard anyway, sooner or later. Son Faisal...why is this the end of your life, son? Are you really doing all this?" inner mother Rosmawati monologue. Both hands he put on his face. For a moment while closing his eyes releasing the fatigue that perched on himself.

"Signet number 30, go to poly content," call from soundscape echoed.

Anisa rose from her seat followed by Maesaroh's mother and Rosmawati's mother.

"Why Deck?" ask the doctor's mother as soon as Anisa comes in.

"Dok's menstrual plate" Anisa replied.

"How long has it been?" ask the doctor's mother while measuring the tension after that stick a stethoscope on Anisa's chest and abdomen.

"Two weeks."

"What date was the last time?"

"Fifteen November."

"That's early menstruation or is it already holy menstruation?" search mom doctor.

"Holy Dok period," replied Anisa.

"O..haid the beginning of the Deck, not the end of menstruation."

Anisa nodded, "November 8 Doc," Anisa said.

The doctor still felt Anisa's stomach.

"We USG yes..," the doctor asked after giving a lubricating gel in Anisa's stomach.

The transducer moves over Anisa's stomach sometimes slightly pressing to make it clearer the results of her USG.

"That, that little one like a tadpole, that's the fetus" explained the doctor's mother.

All eyes are directed at the USG screen.

There was a smile on Anisa's face, even though the side of her heart was complaining about what she saw.

The doctor wiped the gel in Anisa's stomach and then closed the stomach. The doctor's foot stepped on his chair then wrote the results of the examination.

Anisa is sitting at the doctor's desk.

"Congratulations...The gestational age of Lady Anisa entered 6 weeks. Please check with your midwife or go to the gynecologist one month after this. Take care of the nutritional intake of mother and baby. The portion of the meal is coupled with a menu that contains many nutrients. Please redeem the medicine in the medicine section," explained the doctor.

"Yes Doc, thanks for the advice. If you can ask, why enter 6 weeks when there has not been a month me..," asked the mother Rosmawati but complained to continue her speech.

"Not a month married?" the doctor continued Rosmawati's mother's words with origin. "Look Mom, the pregnancy age count is calculated from the first day of the last menstruation or we usually call it HPHT not based on when he had sexual intercourse," explained the doctor.

Mother Rosmawati nodded her head, "Yes Mom." she replied later."Is there something you want to ask again?" haggling mom doctor.

"I think quite Doc. Thanks for the explanation. Excuse me," said Rosmawati followed by Anisa and Maesaroh's mother.

Ten days have passed since the examination at the hospital. Anisa already showed a change in her diet. The portion of the meal increases so that the body is still the stage of development is increasingly visible to contain.

The sense of smell is also becoming more sensitive. Bad smell just a little bit of stomach nausea. But not for the smell, he liked it. Even rooms that were not usually perfumed he asked his mother to be perfumed. Clothes that are only washed using detergent he added with fragrance concentrate.

Maesaroh stared fixedly at Anisa's face, his gaze did not even blink looking at Anisa who was ironing clothes.

"Son, I've already said it. Later let the mother finish," said Maesaroh's mother.

"One more Mom, I just keep sewing," Anisa refused.

"If you are tired of the end, yes" Maesaroh's mother was worried about Anisa because since morning she had not stopped helping him finish homework.

"Yes ma'am" Anisa replied.

At the home of Kyai Shamsuddin...

"No Mother! I already have a lover," Panji refused after a long argument with his mother.

Mother Rosmawati was silent. Now her tears are falling.

"Mother please son," said Mother Rosmawati in a raucous voice.

Panji sighed violently staring at his mother who had shed tears there was a sense of pity wobbling.

"Why did she get pregnant? As far as I know, Faisal was a good boy, diligent in worship. Or maybe it's just the subterfuge of that kid. Why do you just believe?" pennant Pecar.

"Mother actually feels weird too. Faisal and Anisa, both children who are obedient and diligent worship but why their inner eyes can be covered by demons who curse to do the deed anyway," complained the mother Rosmawati.

"Are we just doing DNA tests?"

"Don't Bun, as far as I know that DNA testing should be done after the child is born, if it is still done during pregnancy it can threaten the safety of the baby" said Panji.

Rosmawati smiled at Panji's opinion, meaning that he would listen to his words and most importantly worry about the fetus, which was most likely his nephew.

"How do you agree, right?" mother Rosmawati made sure.

"No Bun," steady Panji.

"The mother never asked anything from you Ji, only this time the mother asked..," mengelasakan mother Rosmawati with a voice that increasingly raucous.

"The mother does not know what to do," continued mother Rosmawati with tears still flowing on the cheeks.

Panji scooped his face violently. His inner being was completely turbulent with the request his mother had made. It is true, since childhood to grow up, the mother of Rosmawati never once asked for anything on Panji.

At the age of 3, Panji's father died. Kyai Syamsuddin is a long-term parent to Panji. Mother Rosmawati chose to marry Syamsuddin. Finally they were carried to the village to live simply away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. However, since entering junior high school, Panji was taken care of by his omana. Parents of his father. The weight that Mother Rosmawati felt but had to let go. For the sake of the ideals of the banner also because Omanya who came begging for the rest of her life accompanied by her only grandchild because it happens that the ex-husband of Rosmawati's mother is an only child.

Panji lives under the care of an idealistic, controlling oma, a dictator, and an extraordinary watchdog. Life is abundant with abundant wealth but far from religion. That's what Panji has been living for. Even though from an early age, since he lived with Kyai Syamsuddin he had been taught religious knowledge. But this is the adult Panji Darmawan, has mingled with different environments. The 29-year-old man who grew up to be the boss was cold, irit said, in the eyes of the subordinates.

The banner looked at the mother. Either have to convey a sentence of rejection like let alone because his lips complained.

"Son.;" call Rosmawati's mother. The owner of the name also turned to look closely at the face that still looks young even though the age is middle-aged.

Panji's hand touched her round cheek erasing the rest of the tears. That face is now I am in the full throes of sorrow.

"Mother please dear," said Mother Rosmawati with a raucous and stammered voice.

Panji was silent.his mind was still digesting the words of Mother Rosmawati. There was a strong urge in his brain to say yes. But the side of the heart also complained because the face of the lover suddenly smiled to greet him.