Healing
117. New Home

The morning after Juna left for work, at about 7 am I and Yoga started their journey home. Not too much of my luggage, because only my clothes I carry.

" Why did the gold jewelry I gave you as a dowry not wear Ra?".

It has been almost 5 months since we got married, and it is only today that Yoga asks where the jewelry is from.

" Just in case something bad happens, I keep it in my mom's house".

" You know for yourself, Ga, I go to the market every 3am alone, if I wear all the jewelry from you, maybe I will be the target of a snatch or other criminal.

Yoga is understanding.

" But you like all that jewelry?, that night I chose it for you."

It turned out that Yoga ordered all the gold jewelry the night before our wedding.

" Like it, I like everything, especially I have never worn any jewelry all this time, so you give expensive jewelry of course I am very happy", I answered deliberately exaggerated.

" If you don't like what I chose yesterday, you can choose for yourself in the store, then my employees will serve you" said Yoga.

It turned out that he did not buy all the jewelry, but just chose from one of his gold shops. Is it as rich as Yoga?, even he has his own gold shop.

I, who never used to wear gold jewelry, is now the wife of a gold shop owner whose branches are scattered in several places. Have I changed the fate of the little girl who lived in agony to become the lucky woman who became the wife of a rich man?.

Just 3 hours away Yoga entered the rest area, refueled and invited me to buy drinks, snacks and snacks to snack on the road.

" Said the doctor when in the hospital earlier, you should not be tired, so we rest first here, you also have to drink a lot of water so that the intake of minerals in your body is fulfilled. You can't empty her stomach, there's another life in your stomach that needs food too".

I also obeyed the command of Yoga, drank a lot of water and also enjoyed the snacks he bought.

Only 5 hours from the time I was caught pregnant, Yoga had shown his attention that I thought was excessive. I don't know why I like that. I love the attention Yoga shows. That's what made me want to stay with him. I want to be noticed and pampered by my husband, like a pregnant wife.

Just like my friends when they were pregnant. Abided by all her wishes by her husband, cared for and spoiled. I wish I had such treatment. And now all that is happening.

Half an hour we rested in the rest area, I had time to go to the toilet first before we finally continued our journey home.

I've just been through the streets we're passing, because usually if I'm with Juna, we always take the train and go back to the station first.

And at 1pm, the car entered a gated door, with a big house inside that I had just seen.

" This is not the house you showed me at the time Ga, do you have another new house?", I asked as we entered the house.

This house is as big as the house that is near the beach, it's just that this is in the middle of the city, and not alone, many other houses, many others, and other neighboring houses are also big like this house.

The two of us entered the house greeted by the ART in the house, and the one who stood at the very end with a big smile and carrying the 'welcome' script was Shaka. Our son who was already grown up and grew up to be a handsome young man like his father.

I went inside and stood face to face with Shaka, wanting me to hold her, but I was afraid that Shaka would refuse, until I just stood in front of her, as well as Shaka who looked awkward when he saw me, and finally we just shake hands.

" Welcome to this house, Brother", said Shaka clumsy.

Turns out Shaka still calls me sister. Though she already knew that if I was her mother, and I was married to her father, her calling to me should have changed from sister to mother. Is it that hard to change calls?.

" Let me show you where our room is, you can rest first in the room, surely you are tired of long trips, let me ask bi Tuti to prepare food and anther to the room".

Again I was made to feel very noticed by Yoga, food for me was told to be delivered to the room, but I did not feel tired at all, after all had also had time to rest in the rest area. It seems like yoga is overrated.

" I just eat with you guys, no need to be taken to the room, I rest first, if you want to eat, just call in the room".

Yoga took me to the room to rest while waiting for the food to be ready.

" Do you want to eat something?, do not pregnant women usually crave to eat strange?, let me tell bi Tuti to cook the food you want".

Yoga sat next to me and asked me what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted, my husband asked me what I wanted when I was pregnant.

Because when Shaka was pregnant, Boro-boro was asked what I wanted, meeting Yoga alone was not. Finally everything I imagined and dreamed of in the past can be accomplished now.

" I don't want anything Ga, so want to make any cuisine no problem" I said.

" Are you still nauseous and lemes?, if still here I incandescent to make it more delicious".

Yoga straightened my foot without me asking, he was so attentive to me. I didn't expect Yoga to be this care.

From today onwards I live with my husband and son.

The next day when Monday arrives, Yoga starts to leave for work and Shaka goes to school. I was alone in this mansion, with some ART that was always at my service.

I prefer to get out of the house and enjoy the warm morning sun after the departure of Yoga and Shaka.

The nausea that I felt was not as bad as yesterday, only nausea for a while and after vomiting, I felt better again, and could do activities as usual.

But in this house I was forbidden to do any work. Yoga has given all ART special messages to keep an eye on me, and not allow me to do household chores.

I, who used to do so much work all day, felt that something was missing because I was forbidden to do anything. Including body contact.

Yoga hasn't touched me in two months. He said that's what the doctor ordered when I was allowed to go home and not open in the hospital. Bed activity can make me tired, and can affect the fetus in my young stomach.

Yoga really expects his son who is still in my stomach healthy and fine.