Chasing Barokah
MB. # 65. I'M AFRAID MOM

Neta took a jar of seaweed-flavored seasoning between large jars of seasoning, then sprinkled it into the skin crackers that had been weighed before, he added, to then mpok Aya glue thick plastic packaging with her own brand.

"Seagrass size 200 grams 20 pack, mpok. The ori 40, if the same cheese balado 15, make kloter sharia bank. The pesenan that scatters in the basket there will stay separated aja," added Neta, now he is looking at the list of orders on his cellphone, he said, it is still on a small scale but it is enough to add-up buying baby clothes.

"Udah deh Net, let the mpok only work. Elu diem aja," mpok Aya had told him to be quiet since then but it turns out Neta was diverting his pain from earlier.

"With nothing mpok, Aya's time alone who works." He walked toward the dispenser with sweat began to pour profusely and then his hands switched to turn on the AC, "hot no crap? How hot is it?!" her question wagged his hands in front of the face while pressing the AC remote button, but the other hand had rubbed the stomach.

Jaka went upstairs for a moment, "want to be escorted now or later?" Neta simply gave her nod in response.

"Pudin already on the phone mpok sent here, make anter-anterin crackers?" ask Jaka again.

"Udeh Jak, the Pudin is here." Mpok Aya nodded while inserting the brand label but clearly his index finger had pointed to Neta as the code on Jaka if something was wrong with Neta.

Now the jet eyes were staring at his wife where he was busy with drinking and scribbling the contents of the refrigerator, no matter what he was looking for.

Near Neta there, "again neng?"

With a grimacing face Neta scratched at the forehead that had been sweating since, "this is what--I'm getting ice cream. Ice cream is still there, right? The rest of me." His breathing began to be irregular impressed hunting like exercising. Hope if the ice cream can calm the feeling and divert the pain.

"Neng why?" tanya Jaka touched his wife's shoulder while wiping the sweat on the temple and neck.

The touch knocked down the Neta defense that had been enduring pain and fear for itself, "stomach me mules, is it time? You see already from this morning, I think the cold or mules ordinary but until now not healed. Even more pain," she now has with teary eyes, honestly the fear of giving birth is getting bigger in her heart now. He hugged Jaka.

"Neng, do not panic.kalo emang already time to come out yes already, follow the rich said bu midwife said. Good or grandpa want to come out, it's time this month..." Jaka gently rubbed his wife's back, transmitting an additional sense of calm and strength to her.

"Net, nothing.not to be afraid, the time of birth of Pudin is also rich, but God willing survived, healthy..Do not think macem-macem, strong yok!"

Neta has escaped her tears, she siphoned the nasal water that had accumulated clogged. Sadly, he was suddenly overwhelmed with great sadness, remembering his sins all along.

"Fear of not surviving, afraid I'm not strong!" his murmur was clearly in Jaka's ear.

"Eh, why are you talking about that? Don't ngaco ah!" Jaka took her to the sofa, "what's the feeling?"

"Normally gnawed at Jak's waist, try!" mpok Aya put aside dozens of packs of skin crackers to approach Neta.

"Mpok make anget tea huh?!" haggard mpok Aya, Neta nodded.

"See, I'll go downstairs first. Nitipin workshop to Opik!" he let go of Neta for a moment and immediately walked downstairs.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Pudin came with his bike.

"Kang!" he greeted Jaka and Opik in front.

"Over Din," the teenager went upstairs.

"Well, which area is it?"

"Whisper you, ntar used to be his name. I want to tell you!" his mother brought him a glass of warm sweet tea.

"Now, drink first! Look out for spills, strong isn't it?" Neta nodded and accepted it.

"Mpok Neta why nyak?" he pulled the dining table chair and then casually opened the emping jar that was always there, emping melinjo Jaka's favorite if eating.

"You're the lahiran, I've given you the address. Do not do much first," mpok Aya gives instructions for Pudin.

"OK, nyak. This is a responsibility !" he showed me a handful of emping that he had just taken.

"Udah! You come-come maen gegares aje!" the sarcasm.

"Well, you just got back from Din's school? I have not eaten yet, tell me to eat first deh mpok," said Neta.

"Not Net, at home I'm ready to eat."

"Udeh mpok, just ate at home." Answer Pudin.

"Oh yes mpok, make it to the house of the boarding mother of Syifa's office will have me cardboard there, later the rope asks akang," added Neta he nibbled on his lower lip to withstand the pain.

"Iye, don't be a thought.lu calm down."

Jaka went back upstairs, "the back of it later Pudin was given a rope for cardboard pesenan kak Syifa office."

"Yes." Yeah."

Jaka pulled the drawer in the kitchen and took the rope and put it on the table first so as not to forget.

"I took a shower for a while, later to the clinic," Jaka had snatched the towel but all he did was crouch down in front of Neta and rub his stomach, "his birth flow, congratulations, all he did was, healthy for beautiful neng same grandpa..."

Fortunately, the location of the nearest maternity clinic is not too far from the shophouse. The red car returned to the shophouse, Opik bent his head between the motorbike he was working on.

"Why come back again?"

Jaka came out and opened the Neta section of the car door, then swept it out, "still opening 4, still a bit long."

"I didn't want to stay in the clinic for long. Scared," sweat poured as big as corn kernels rushing through the face and body of Neta.

The ringing of Neta's phone has not stopped since, it seems like Pudin told his mother.

"Mother," muttered Jaka then he brought Neta to the sofa, not to sit but Neta wanted to stand with her resting on the back of the sofa in front of the tv.

But shortly after that the sound of Syarif's car was heard stopping in front of the shophouse followed by the voice of the mother calling while going upstairs.

"Mother?" his murmur stared wryly at Jaka, "yes, mom just left the phone right here,"

"Where, how many openings?" his question approached Neta, the mother's hand reflexively massaging the points that Neta said were the greatest source of comfort. Mother is undoubtedly the angel of God for her child. You know what he feels, know what he wants, but since then he was so difficult to explain his desire to Jaka.

"4 new," ringisnya.

"Udah checked Jak, where?"

"Nanda's Clinic, ma'am."

"Oh deket tuh bu from here," nods Syifa, her brother who had just received an order and a message from Pudin just immediately tancap gas carrying mother.

"How does neng feel? Dikasih pink medicine with the doctor or his midwife?" Syifa came over and rubbed Neta's stomach.

He just nodded, "dikasih bun,"

"Eh, there's mom..mpok!" greet mpok Aya who has been there to help the work of Neta.

"Mpok, still playing catch?" tanya Syifa called Aya's mpok, "iye mpok. Let's finish now."

"Was Jak's birth equipment ready?" ask mother.

"Udah ma'am," Jaka had even put it in the car.

Neta adjusted her breathing, the more she felt tight, and tired, the pain and mules felt also increasingly become, "mom, I'm sorry yes.." her eyes have returned to water.

"Shuutt---" mother shook her head hugging Neta, her wrinkled hands rubbing full emphasis on the waist giving a reflexology massage.

"I'm a lot wrong with my mother, it turns out to be sick as this." he said stammered.

"Net," Syifa also stroked the head of her sister.

Jaka turned his face trying to be busy with rice and side dishes because until this afternoon Neta had not eaten. Never mind to eat, snack on fruit or chocolate as usual just reluctant. Mpok Aya was also moved mixed with sadness to hear it to choose to pack the rest of the order and separate it according to the name of the consumer.

"I used to make you angry, sprains. Though to be born to me into the world aja mother until rich gini pain," he said as he pleased, the tears have been streamed to netes-netes from his chin.

"Yes, I'm sorry for you without asking. I sincerely lillahita'ala sick to be bornin a son asoleha Neta, who smoothly son.dikasih strong with God, congratulations, healthy children with grandchildren mother,"

"I'm afraid ma'am" she said, complaining about how she felt, she rubbed the flooded tears, "sure that God is like us."

"Neng, eat first. A little bit, "persuade Jaka.

"Yes, eat first. Want me to bribe what's your husband?" ask Syifa.

"You're like mom" Neta replied.

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