For My Brother and Mother
Joy and sorrow come at the same time.

When tired of fighting in an endless house.

I got the most beautiful gift from the almighty.

Satria and I have been waiting for this happy news for a year.

The presence of a child is the dream of all couples.

Including myself and Satria.

Now that dream has come true.

There is this little angel in my womb, the fruit of our love.

That morning I was a little anxious in the bathroom, holding the test pack.

I can't wait for the results.

I was afraid of disappointment again, I tried repeatedly, but the results were always negative.

Without turning around, I looked at the test pack.

And result....

Thank God I almost cried at that moment.

Line two was clearly visible in front of me.

I am pregnant.!!.., in my heart I am excited.

Satria will be happy to hear this news.

I approached Satria who was preparing to go to work.

"Mass.".", I said while hiding the test pack on my back.

"Dear, what's up.??" she hugged me.

I showed him the test results.

He smiled, and kissed me.

"You're pregnant, baby.??" she said happily.

I have no power to hold this joy.

Thank you for this gift, O God.

"It's good that our son is good" said Satria stroking my stomach.

"Yes, I will take care of it as best I can" I said.

I shared the good news with my mother.

My mother was very happy with my pregnancy.

But my feelings are saying, ever since my mom became independent and had her own job and her own income, she seemed to be at a distance from me and my husband Satria.

She's not like my mother I used to know.

People who are gentle and love me.

It turned out that my feelings were not wrong, my mother started to change..

It was as if happy tidings and sad tidings came together.

On the other hand, I had the good news of my pregnancy, but on the other hand, due to my mother's change in attitude, the suffering in my life had arisen and was growing.

I already have a stepfather who doesn't appreciate me. I tried to stay strong and hold on for my mother and sister.

Then, if my mother became like my father, would I be strong against her.

My mom started making bad comments about all my and Satria's behavior.

Everything we did was wrong.

Not infrequently bad words and ridicule also came out of his mouth.

Satria and I are getting more depressed every day.

At that time, I was pregnant.

Because of my mother's attitude that increasingly corner us.

It provoked my quarrel with Satria.

Long time Satria can not stand living in my mother's house.

He wants us to go and go home to Satria.

But my mother's selfishness always wins.

My heart was made to cry every day, I was mocked and everything I did was wrong, but I can't leave this house, even if it's coming home to my in-laws.

I am hurt, but honestly my mother and my sister are my priority, even though my pride has been stepped on, even the heartache of Satria who is insulted in my house, I leave aside and always ask her to be patient.

One day Satria's emotions overflowed in front of me. He repeatedly wanted to leave the house. But because he was heavy leaving me who did not want to go with him, finally even though he was angry but he still survived for me.

We strengthen each other.

"Sabar Mas, all this must have a silver lining" I said, crying on his shoulder.

Since then Satria looks a bit indifferent to the attitude of my parents.

He ignores every insult as a last wind, so as not to hurt in the heart.

"Hey, you brash kid, has a son-in-law with no rules" my stepfather said when Satria came home from work that afternoon.

Satria did not even look, we agreed to consider it non-existent.

My mother was silent, and always was.

I also did not dare to make a sound, I could only stroke my chest.

My condition is pregnant, and I'm tired of fighting.

Most importantly, my home is peaceful and peaceful.

"If you hadn't asked your mother not to get a divorce, maybe our lives would be peaceful, the house would be like hell" Satria told me.

"Patience, patience", I said, that's all I could say, I was helpless, just for my brother not to lose his father figure, I sacrificed my own life.

Indeed, at my wedding to Satria a year ago.

When my mother insulted my father there, until my mother fainted.

At that time, my mother was determined to divorce him.

But I'm in his way.

Because I know, it would be fatal for my sister.

The condition of my brother is sick, what if he was taken away by his father..??.

I can no longer monitor his health, his seizures can recur at any time, and it will be fatal if not handled properly.

My stepfather had only one child, the only child from his marriage to my mother.

Without thinking, she would have taken my sister away.

And my mother will live a widow again, I can't bear if my mother's life returns to the way it used to be.

Sometimes ridiculed and gossiped by neighbors, because yes a widow, and a widow is synonymous with seizing the husband of people. Allahu akbar, so despicable status of widows in society.

But because of the importance of my sister and my mother's life.

Now my life is the stakes, the misery and humiliation I get from my sacrifice.

Strengthen me O Allah.

Starting from I was pregnant young, even to a big pregnancy, I remained active doing all the housework.

Started cooking, taking care of my sister, washing dishes, even washing clothes, which at that time we still did not have a washing machine.

Luckily for me, my fetus is very strong and healthy, there are no complaints or pain when I move.

Even I was healthier than before I was pregnant, eating me even more voraciously than before.

Thank goodness.......