Healing
121. Compact

Today Yoga still leaves for the office, and all the affairs of the show at the ceremony pasirahkan to mama and papa, everyone is busy at home preparing for the four-monthly celebration of my pregnancy.

I am alone and do nothing, for Yoga has warned everyone to watch over me and forbade me from doing any work. Although the work is very light and does not require energy.

Yoga makes me the queen of this house. Not just today, since moving and living here I've never done housework again. I was really spoiled by my husband.

I laughed to myself when I remembered when I was a kid, my mom always told me to do this and that, all kinds of work from cooking, washing clothes, washing dishes, doing dishes, mopping floors and various other jobs with instead of saying learn to do household chores so that later when married and married is not surprised and has become accustomed to doing all this homework.

But just look at me now, not that I am arrogant and proud, but everything that my mother taught and applied to me just now is nothing I practice. My husband has been very protective of me, ever since I lived together and knew I was pregnant, boro-boro nyapu, holding a broom never.

I remember living here early and cooking in the kitchen early in the morning, as a wife I wanted to prepare food for my husband, because the word mama love can also come from the stomach. The point is that we make good food for the husband, and the husband will love us more and more. But not for that moment, Yoga instead scolded bi Tuti and Bi Tati for letting me into the kitchen to cook. Yoga does not scold me directly, but I feel sorry for both ART that is not wrong even hit by spray.

Since then I have never tried to prepare food for my husband. Let bi Tuti and Bi Tati prepare it. Than they get angry if I insist on cooking.

And my papa, the person who cared the most and was the kindest to me, now he can breathe a sigh of relief, because his worries all along nothing has been proven. Papa thinks that my marriage and Yoga happened because of his mistake. Papa was afraid that I would be unhappy after I married Yoga. But it seems papa is wrong, because Yoga becomes a very good husband and very attentive to his wife.

Evening arrived, all the needs of the salvation event were finished. And the new show starts at 7pm tonight. So there is still time to rest and relax for others who are tired of preparing everything.

Yoga and Shaka go home together today, because it's Thursday and Shaka is out of PMR extracurricular activities at school, Shaka is active in extracurricular activities so he has many friends at school. I'm glad Shaka's good at getting along.

The two of them walked side by side chatting, I don't know what they were talking about, but it looked so exciting and interesting.

And now that I'm not expecting Shaka to change his call to me from 'brother' and change to 'mother', it's up to Shaka to be more comfortable calling me what. What matters is that he is comfortable.

" How come Ma is there anything lacking?", asked Yoga to the mama who was sitting beside me while massaging my feet. I've forbidden you from massaging my feet, but you forced me, so I let you.

" It's done, just wait for the show to start later tonight. Take a shower first, if you have traveled directly to the bath, or if you have not bathed at least wash your hands and face, so that the germs you bring home do not move to the Kingdom".

Yoga and Shaka went straight to their respective rooms after hearing a short lecture from mama. They seemed to immediately take a shower and change clothes in order to join us who were relaxing.

" Tomorrow is not your schedule to meet with your obstetrician Ra?", asked Mama.

I'm nodding. " Why ma?" .

" Mommy wants to know what the sex of the baby in your stomach is, if you see from your face that is more beautiful and shining, it looks like your son again", mama said with a very excited voice.

" A boy again?, is it not that his mother's face becomes more beautiful that his daughter?, which is true?", papa protested with a different mother's thoughts from her.

Shaka who was approaching and was about to join us could of course hear the words of mama and papa.

Yoga immediately laughed loudly at Shaka's comment, "Hahahaha, the son of the father is indeed the most realistic, and most reasonable opinion. Later if you grow up and look for a wife, look for one like your mother, certainly will not exist, and will not find one like your mother", again Yoga laughed out loud because he felt his talk was a joke.

" Yes it will not be reckless, girls today are very concerned about appearance, and prestige, there is nothing like Kak Raya, who is used to living hard and working hard".

Shaka sat next to her and hugged her tightly, "Who used to educate and raise her, my mother" Shaka said proudly.

I'm grateful that Shaka still loves mom and dad as much as he always does, even though he now knows who his real parents are, let alone his rich dad, and now Shaka has a good life, away from the habit of living while still living with mom and dad who are all limited.

But said mama, Shaka still often come to the house and visit mama and papa occasionally when not being much activity. Thank goodness then.

I suddenly remembered when Shaka used to walk after school, when the distance was quite far, but because the money to ride the angkot was used to pay for photocopies of duty, he became a walk home.

Now that pocket money is not a problem, Shaka was given a special ATM for himself, Yoga transfers 3 million every month, Yoga let Shaka practice managing his own finances during this time. That kind of money, of course, Shaka is very easy to manage. Moreover, leaving school always with his father, and returning home also sometimes together, although more often go home alone sometimes by ojek, or walk, because the distance of home and school is not so far away.

Even I know from the story of mama, if Shaka occasionally gives him money, and always brings his hands every play to the house of mama. Shaka grew up to be a man with a good personality. I'm grateful for that.

" Mommy does nothing, you grow up to be a mature person because of circumstances that require you to be like that. Because of the limitations of mama and papa as your parents" said mama nelangsa.

" Can't say that, ma, it's all the past for us. Now no one can be sad anymore. We have enough now, even more than enough" I said.

Mama nodded as she wiped the tears at the end of her eyelids.

" Mama does not regret forcing you to accept Yoga proposal at that time. Not because mama matre, just mama as the person who gave birth to you feel if Yoga will be able to make you happy if you are married, although at that time honestly mama's hatred of Yoga has not really disappeared ".

" Because he's the one who ruined you, so he's also the one who should be able to fix it, that's what you had in mind at the time".

Mama told me again with excitement.

" Thank you ma..., thanks to your mother's support, I am able to unite with Raya, and I promise I will always make her happy. It is too long a sad story sheet written in the book of Raya's life story, the next sheet will only be filled with happy stories to the end" said Yoga.

Hopefully what he said was the truth, and in my heart I sincerely accepted the words Yoga just now.

We chatted until the Maghrib prayer, and re-assembled after the prayer. Shaka helped Mr. Surya prepare the place by holding a thick and soft rug carpet, souvenirs of Yoga when he went to Bandung about a month ago.

After praying Isa invited guests began to come and shake hands with Yoga and Shaka who deliberately stood in front of the door to welcome the arrival of the guests. They both wear the same Muslim clothes, really look compact father and son this one. Their similar faces make them really look compact.