For the Sake of Heart
The Fate of Tahira

After the news of her pregnancy was heard by her in-laws. Her in-laws set up a stratagem. How can Tahira give birth at her parents-in-law's house. But on the other hand Tahira insisted on staying in his workplace.

Tahira's mother who accompanied her daughter from the beginning was very sad and depressed. While Jafar began to be instigated by his mother. He began to arrange the plan at his mother's request.

"Mom, I want to work first, I take good care of myself," Tahira said to her mother. Tahira could understand his mother's grief. Customary pressure is difficult to negotiate. But if he doesn't try to make his own money, it's just as hard to survive. It's better that he keep working whatever the risk.

At the place where the Jafar family. His mother kept pushing Jafar. He told his wife to give birth here. They can take care of their children. Because Tahira is unlikely to look after his son while working.

"Jafar don't let this time you refuse the mother's orders" his mother replied to Jafar.

"Yes ma'am, I know later Tahira will not bring his son and merta work. That's not possible. The only way, well, has to be brought here. Agree or not Tahira should follow my orders. For the sake of his son and his work" Jafar told his mother.

"Bhai you are spoiling your wife too much" said Bhishma.

"So giving birth if she doesn't want to bring a child here. Then we pick up once, bring a truck to bring the goods," said Jafar's mother.

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"How are you doing? Is it okay?", Jafar called his wife.

"Well," replied Tahira flatly. Like hiding his hide. He didn't want Jafar to know. If you know who is fighting again.

"My mother wants our child to take care, I hope this time you do not refuse" said Jafar. Even if Jafar knew his wife did not agree. But he doesn't care.

"There's my mother here. I want my mother to take care of our child. After all, to your parents' house is certainly far away. If the child is here, I can go home immediately see it," Tahira argued.

With a tinge of emotion Jafar began to rough his words."Don't you understand that too? All this time I've been fighting my mother for you! Don't you want to give up this time?" snarled Jafar hard. Until his voice came to the back room. Where there was Tahira's mother who was silent to hear their conversation.

The old woman shed a sad tear. He couldn't help his son this time. If he still wants good for his children and grandchildren, he better allow Tahira to give birth in the home of his parents-in-law.

"Here is my mother what is the difference," Tahira replied not to lose. Ibi tahira immediately approached the two couples.

"Son, just follow your husband's will. Now you're married. It is not good to follow each other's ego. Try to understand," wisely a mother advises her child. Even if he understood in front of him the same. Still, Jafar's family troubles his daughter.

"But mom, you know what they look like? How could I possibly live together?" tanya Taira was sad.

"It's for your own good and your son's sake. You will also work. You better think mature. They're also your son's family" his mother explained at length. Hope Tahira approves her husband's decision. Even if it was her mother-in-law's request.

"Let's see, your child is not yet born. What happens in the future we do not know" replied Tahira resigned. There is a point, either. Tahira still hopes his son lives nearby.

Jafar who had heard the words of this child and mother just smiled mayun. He had no choice this time. His mother's decision if not fulfilled, it will worsen the situation later. Which to his verdict married Tahira a lot of trouble for him. This time he will obey his mother's wishes.

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"Doctor how's my gynecologist, is it okay? I hope there's nothing to worry about." Tahira went alone to check the condition of her pregnancy. Her husband was indeed on duty far from his place.

"Well, the condition is good. And hopefully in this week will give birth," replied the doctor.

"Can I give birth normally? Tanya Tahira hesitated.

"Depending on your health condition, it looks like your high blood is relapsing. And it's very dangerous for you and your child" the doctor said.

"I wish I could give birth normally" Tahira said.

A week later Tahira began to feel the heartburn of giving birth. Quickly he and his mother who always faithfully accompanied his son, to the hospital.

After previously having time to tell her husband, if now she is in the hospital. And Jafar immediately informed his mother. They're ready to go to Tahira's place.

By bringing along a truck that will carry Tahira's jehez goods. Everything was well planned by her father-in-law. Do not want for the umpteenth time his son-in-law mastered his son. Jafar had to live with his mother. And his first grandson too.

No matter what Tahira is. The granddaughter and Jehez were already in her house.

"How is Tahira Doc? I can go home" asked Jafar.

"Sorry who? Ask Doctor.

"I am her husband" answered Jafar.

"Oh well, come with me, "with the doctor's conscience to speak. Because there is something serious to talk about the Tahira issue.

"Good."

Jafar followed the doctor into his room. After being let in and told to sit down the doctor began to explain.

"This is how your wife still needs intensive care because there are some post-operative problems. Last night we were forced to operate on her because it was impossible to give birth normally. For a while the baby was allowed to go home."

Of course this was a smooth path according to the plan of Jafar and his mother. Without further ado Jafar pamit. "Okay Doc, thank you, " replied Jafar.

"What did the doctor say? Can you come home?" ask Jafar's mother. Expectantly.

"Mother according to our plan. The baby is allowed to go home while the mother still needs to be treated" replied Jafar.

"Well, let's hurry, let's bring your baby and bring all your wife's belongings. If he won't come to my house just let him be here. There was his mother who took care of him" replied his mother.

"Do you guys better not wait for Tahira's condition to recover? You just went and brought the child," Tahira's mother said.

"We don't want to linger much longer. Let Tahira follow anyways and you have his mother here. Our granddaughter will bring us today. Including the jehez that you delayed, "his besan answered ketus to Tahira's mother.

Tahira's mother couldn't do much. To help his son. But this time Tahira had to obey. And it should be.

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A week later Tahira was allowed to return home. He was very sad about what happened . But he had no power to refuse.

He tried to contact her husband. It seems to be busy. Longing for her newly born child, making her body thinner.

This is what Pakistan is like. Cannot be tolerated. How pum adat is still customary that must be obeyed. When Tahira was first married, she tried to refuse to stay at her father-in-law's house. Now his son was brought by his father-in-law.

Inevitably he was forced to go back to work and home in-laws. Distance takes a lot of time.

"Jafar can pick me up? I can already go home. I got maternity leave, for a while I can take care of the child first," Tahira replied on the phone .

"All right," today I'm coming.

After vacating the rented house. Jafar came too. Pick up Tahira. Tahira's mother went home. Because it is impossible to take with his son to the house of the son-in-law. He lives here at his son-in-law's house.

Pakistani custom is very taboo on the part of the mother of the woman to live in her son's house. Even if he only had one woman.

"Mother come with me" Tahira pinta told her mother.

"No son, I can't come with you. I'd better go home to mom. Take good care of yourself," his mother pleaded. Sayu to the two eyeballs her mother released the figure of her son. Somehow there is a bad taste, doubt, confusion and worry. But what power he could not possibly let his son come with him.

"Waalaikumussakam" they answered.

"Look who's coming." Bhishma carried him over to Tahira.

"My dear son." Tahira hugged his son warmly. It was named Rafi. The couple's first child. The first grandchild of her husband's family.

"How are you doing, Tahira?" ask in-laws.

"It's getting better, ma'am" Tahira replied.

"He ate first, then rest" answered his father-in-law.

"Alright," replied Tahira flatly.

"Bisma please prepare food for Tahira" his mother ordered.

"Okay, ma'am" replied Bisma. Immediately he went to the kitchen to prepare food for Tahira and Jafar. "Bhai please eat first, let your wife take once," suggested Bisma.

"Tahira let's eat first" Jafar asked.

"All right." Immediately hurry to wash your hands and sit down to enjoy the dishes that have been prepared.

"How's the food? Eat a lot, so that it heals quickly," said his in-laws.

While carrying the little baby in-laws her daughter-in-law bobbing her granddaughter. He noticed the couple's husband and wife. There's no dislike. But he still showed a reasonable attitude.

"Where's my stuff? Why is everything in here?" ask Tahira.

"Where is Trus going to be tarok?" ask Bisma.

"Why not in our room?" answer Tahira.

"Make what? Expect you to go to work again . So better stuff all out here. We can use the room and also goods. What if it is not used," ketus Bisma.

Tahira cannot wince. Because it was forced. It's free to argue again. What matters now is that his son is in charge.

"Tahira for a while we sleep here. Inside is no longer fit," explained Jafar.

"What's wrong, bring my son here. I want to carry him" Tahira said.

In the room, there was a whisper. Aunt Jafar's in-law. Not knowing what to say Tahira certainly felt something strange. With the attitude of her husband's family.

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Tahira was at her in-laws' house for a month. This morning Tahira is leaving for work.

"Awake? Wanna go to work? Don't forget to pay Rafi's milk, "her in-law cerocos.

"Why should I love you?" ask Tahira.

"Yes should. He also needs a fee" replied his father-in-law.

"Tap it Jafar's responsibility" Tahira replied.

"Then take care of your responsibilities" his father-in-law replied. Because according to him Tahira always try to evade every rule he made.

In Tahira's heart grumbled better we stay with my mother. I paid for everything. What are we doing here. Milk was asked for my same. I'm not the one who wants to stay here.

"Did you hear me?" ask in-laws.

"Well just take it every day with a traveling milkman. I will pay the month" Tahira replied.

Every day pure milk that is still fresh as soon as it comes. People here always consume fresh milk from buffalo or cows.

So does the child. It is better to drink fresh milk than packaged milk. Because the milk packaging is already using preservatives. Whole milk comes straight from the source.

"I say goodbye first" Tahira said.

"And don't forget every month you also give money for the wages to take care of your child," said Bisma smiled. Because Bhishma will also take part in guarding his body.

Tahira looked up not to like. But he remained patient. What matters is that he can work.

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"Where's the milk for Rafi?" ask Tahira.

"It's over" replied Bisma casually.

"But I've said every day to Rafi specifically buy, and I pay," Tahira replied in surprise.

"Indeed, but today I also want to make chae so I drink," replied the Bisma without sin.

"Kok you can do that? You know my son needs more than you?" shaky Tahira.

"Is this a storm?" his in-laws arrived.

"Milk for Rafi is drinking Bhishma" Tahira replied.

"Is it true, my friend?" ask mother.

"Mom knows for ourselves which is enough. That's why I made chae with milk for Rafi," replied Bisma casually.

"Well already. Tomorrow we add another two kilos so that all will be fulfilled" replied his father-in-law.

"Yes good ami," replied the bisma cook we do not drink enough.

"I only pay for my son" Tahira replied.

"Can't! You pay it all," cut off her in-laws.

"Why should I pay. I'm just for Rafi" Tahira replied not to lose.

"Why don't you take care of your son who? Why are you stingy ? You have to want to?" answer in-laws no less fierce.

Tahira knew he would not win. But he cannot accept everything. Cook the necessities all he has to pay. He didn't want to be here before. Her in-laws' will. Now he has to pay for milk.

"Jafar why do I have to pay for milk for your family? You and your mother used to want me and Rafi here. Then I'd better be at my mother's place" Tahira said.

"What's wrong you paid? Your son is the one who guards?" answer Jafar. Tahira just kept quiet with annoyance at her husband's words.