Benalu In My House
FOUR

Has he forgotten the child I'm carrying? From the beginning of pregnancy, she was the most possessive of me. No matter how busy the schedule of his work did not make him forget every date where we had to do the examination of the womb.

Every night that we went through, there was no absence he greeted the growing baby in this womb. His sincere words really make love in the heart more firmly rooted. Every soft elusan in this stomach, adds strength when you feel tired due to nausea that continues to torture.

When morning comes, he is the one who usually makes breakfast. It's not allowed for me to touch the kitchen utensil. Danger said. Even though it is just a cow's eye egg, but it feels really delicious.

You were always there for me, Mom. But now you are getting further and further out of my reach. Your love I can no longer feel, and your existence is fading away.

Do you still care about me, about us?

***

After doing the examination, I walked towards the canteen of this Hospital. As a result of the debate this morning made me forget something, even just for breakfast.

A bowl of chicken porridge has been presented in front. The aroma that is so out makes the stomach rumble. I chuckled to myself, then stroked her gently.

'You must be hungry, baby. Sorry mom dad. '

After praying for strength, I immediately devoured the food. Sangkin enjoyed it so much, I did not realize that a beautiful woman was already sitting in front.

"Eh, "

I smiled as he watched me.

"Bumil is so well, ma'am. "

We chuckle together. Rarely did anyone talk to him. His face that looks natural without any makeup polish, really makes its own attraction for those who look. He seems to be nice and friendly.

"What else is mbak?  It may not be just eating. "

Unceasingly these lips carved a smile. The question is always followed by a joke.

"Check content. "

"alone? "

He looked puzzled looking from his wrinkled forehead.

"work. "

Really, considering Mas Dani alone immediately dropped my spirit. And it seemed that she was aware of this heart discomfort until the crimson lips that had always carved a smile, slowly faded away.

"Eh, what age is it?  I still think ABG. "

Now I can no longer hold back the laughter from his words just now. Oh, my God, God... What is this thing that You present when my heart is like this?

"You are amazing. This old man still says ABG. "

"Ih, ma'am. I really am nanya. "

"I'm 29 years old. "

Silent.

He was silent with a gaze that was examining each inch of this face, then down, stomach.

"really?  Very pretty mom. "

His words seemed sincere, but I didn't take them seriously because I knew how my face was. Since the beginning of my pregnancy I have never had treatment again.

There was a difficult sense of pleasure when I heard his words just now.

"How many children are you, mbak? "

He said as the eyes returned to the stomach.

"First child. "

I let him ask. Why does every question make the pain I have been soaking up this week so treatable.

"Suami's a busy guy like yah. The wife's period of pregnancy the first child is allowed to go alone. "

Like there was a sharp dagger stuck in the heart. Getting angry?  No. His words are true. If it wasn't for that woman maybe we'd be here together.

"Busy with his new wife anyway, he. "

"Are all those assholes, huh, mbak? "

This time I was the most surprised. She doesn't know how our household travels yet, who's right in her eyes if everything's revealed.

"Hussis... Don't talk about it. My husband was a good man, and he married again also with my consent as well. "

There was a pain in the chest as the word was spoken. The shadow between the couple again danced in the eye pelupuk.

"Every woman has a reason for making a choice. Sometimes they have to give up their own happiness. Sharing a husband is not common. "

Her eyes are staring at me. As if to strip a broken heart and covered by a bland laugh that I always spread to anyone.

"I'm also a mother. Even though I blom ngerasain bahtra household, but just heard I already fumed. Your words just explained everything. "

I was silent, unable to reply to his heart-wrenching words.

"Any pain that may be rasain later, remember the biological baby. If you feel strong and desperate, remember the return of the baby who accompanied you even in the toughest situations. If you already understand what its presence means in the womb, then he is the only reason to survive. "

My heart was so rippling to hear it. Hands shaking, tears spilling. I lowered my head in silence, waiting for every sentence to come out again. I used to live with a widow with no children, and I knew no real parents. Mother said, my adoptive parents, I was found on the side of the road with a wound on the head. I was 10 years old then, but the memory of who I was was completely hollow. In my pocket was a small heart-shaped box, and in it was a necklace and the word happy birthday, right on that day. That's where you know my date of birth. The necklace is also still worn until now because it is the last message Mother before she left when I finished completing high school education. Baby, all the goodness of his heart I haven't been able to repay.

Since then, I have never had any advice. Even for the sake of confiding, I no longer have. When the heart wants a shoulder to cry on, a pillow is an escape. Right now, as if a power is coming, life has a purpose.

"Show your baby as well as you. Forget all your complaints, then be happy with the little one in there. Be a tough woman. Don't want to step on. We women also have a heart that wants to feel happiness. If the load feels too heavy, come here. I've always been in this hospital. "

His words sounded a little joking, but so able to be absorbed by the heart. I wiped the tears and looked at her smiling.

***

I came home from the Hospital in between by Evha, the girl who gives a lot of encouragement to go through the day. In front of a man who turns out to be her brother driving a car while throwing a joke.

Humorous family, I thought.

How happy it would be to live in a family like this.

***

"Who is he? "

Just getting home, I was immediately put on hold by an unqualified question.

"Friends. "

I said honestly.

"Friends?  Halloah... Time to be alone in the car? "

I stared hard at the woman I hated. Under these circumstances, he still lit a fire.

"Then what about you taking people's husbands? "

Visible his face suddenly turned stiff and reddened. He's angry, I don't care.

"Give me this wife. I am pregnant with another man. Or do not let the child in the womb it. -"

Plaque.

I slapped her cheek. It was not enough to silence his dirty mouth.

"Sarah, what are you?  What Desi says is true. "

Suddenly the world felt turning. I looked into his eyes. These damn tears come out by not recognizing time. Like a bomb, his words really killed my heart.

"So you defended him?  He called you from me?  Is it still appropriate for her to be called a woman, while her actions are so disgusting? "

"SARA... "

Dani shouted angrily calling out to me. I hate. I hate this situation.

"EXCUSE ME! "

Mas Dani continued firmly. He was like a judge in our midst, and his actions were like an unlawful punishment against me.

I ran into the room, collecting clothes on the suitcase with sobs.