Healing
7. Baby Boy

My friends came home with facial expressions I couldn't understand. I know they're not satisfied with my answer to why I'm no longer going to school. They may have been suspicious of me, too, because although they did not reveal it, I knew they had been stealing glances at my stomach.

Indeed, even though I tried to cover up, my stomach still looks big, especially the baby in my stomach is now more active moving. Sometimes I'm still not used to the movements in my stomach that sometimes make me feel amused.

I rubbed my own tummy, "Dear, said my friend, your father is waiting for you in front of the school, what do you think he wants to tell you?, did he want to apologize?, or did he come to threaten mom not to expose her rottenness?. I don't know. I don't want to deal or see your father's face anymore".

Once again the baby in my stomach moved as if answering my question. I became curious, the baby in my stomach was either female or male. Ever since he started moving, the longer his movements became more frequent.

But I must not go anywhere by my father and mother, I must obey them, or all the plans that they both neatly put together will become a mess if I get out of the house.

What plan did my parents put together?, that's what I thought from the beginning, it turns out my mother pretended to be pregnant, and went out of the house using a small pillow on her stomach. As Mother Ara suggested, this child will be my mother and father's son, and I will be a sister to my own son.

I really hope everything goes well until I give birth. The only thing I need to do is stay home. And that's the only way that I won't embarrass my parents.

A week after the arrival of my friends, my homeroom teacher also came to the house, because soon the try out schedule for the 9th grade students. Turns out the school hasn't let me out, even though I haven't been there for a month without explanation.

I went to my homeroom and said that I couldn't go to school anymore for some reason that I couldn't say. At first the teacher kept pressing and asked me what was the reason I stopped all of a sudden.

I ended up lying a little, saying that my parents could no longer afford my tuition, not to mention the daily expenses, and I just said I would continue my education through the package B route.

After hearing that reason, actually the teacher regretted my attitude, because it was like in 9th grade it was just a matter of days. But I stopped when I was about to reach the finish.

And my homeroom teacher said goodbye with a disappointed face. I am not an exemplary student whose academic grades are good, I am also not an outstanding student who won various award trophies, but at school I am also not a problematic student all this time, since my absence was good, I never skipped without a caption, and my daily replay values were all pretty good.

That's why my homeroom teacher regretted the reason I suddenly quit school. He had offered to help with school fees until I graduated, because that was the problem I used as the reason I quit school.

But I could no longer come to school, and I continued to refuse his help while apologizing. Of course my homeroom teacher was very disappointed with my decision.

Lucky today my mom and dad didn't come home fast, they both worked until the afternoon, so didn't have to meet the homeroom teacher and the homeroom teacher.

The next day my mother took me to Ms. Ara's place to check my health and the fetus in my stomach, this is the second time I will do an examination, by Ms. Ara. Mama deliberately took me out early in the morning, when most people were busy in their homes preparing to go on the move.

The streets were quiet and no neighbors saw me coming out. I did deliberately wear a thick jacket, in addition to covering my stomach, the weather this morning was also quite cold because the morning dew was quite thick.

As long as I was inside the check room Ms. Ara closed the door of the room and locked it so that no one would suddenly come in and see us.

" Wah... her fetus has been very active in moving, when it is only 5 months, but she has been moving actively, from the size of this fundus the baby is quite large yes, so the baby's development is pretty rapid".

Ms. Ara took the gel and lubricated my stomach with the cold gel, then attached an object shaped like a blunt gun and stuck it on my stomach. I could hear the jedug-jedug from the device.

Mom Ara said directly I am Amini, indeed I want the baby in my stomach is male. So that he does not need a guardian when he wants to get married later.

" Mrs Vienna, if you want to take the USG, to my friend's place, later let me tell you again when the schedule is. I will ask for a separate time so that Raya feels comfortable".

My mother immediately agreed and thanked Ms. Ara. Bu Ara is indeed a very good village midwife. He's been a big help to me all this time. And I owe him.

The schedule that Bu Ara designed with her acquaintance's obstetrician turned out three weeks after the examination at the house of Bu Ara. I went out with my mom in her metallic motorbike to the doctor's office.

Luckily the time allotted was night, so no neighbors saw me leave the house. If anyone saw it they wouldn't suspect, they knew it was my pregnant mother, and we did an examination of my mother, not of me.

The doctor already knew about my pregnancy history because it was told by Ara's midwife, but she remained friendly and did not look at me with one eye. The male doctor was very polite and explained the state of my fetus very clearly and slowly so that I could understand.

" This is his head, and this is his face, these hands and feet are already formed yes, and the bottom that rises to the top of this will be****, the baby in the womb mba This Kingdom 100 % I believe is a boy", explained the doctor.

I nodded and thanked the doctor as I walked out of the practice room.

My mom looks calm now, probably because the doctor told me my son was. That was our hope all along, and the Almighty still pity me for this much sin by giving me a son.

Later I will educate my son very well, so that he does not follow the attitude and behavior of his biological father who is a liar, as well as a coward. I will shape my son's soul into a good, responsible and trustworthy child.

Mom and I got home at 10pm, and she told me to take a break because it was too late. Usually at 9 I've gone to bed, and today it's been an hour back from the usual schedule.

Just this time mama wants to talk to me long enough, since I was caught pregnant, so mama rarely talk to me, if only talk as necessary. But tonight my mom talked a lot, and I'm grateful for that.

It sounds trivial, but it really affects my psychology, because I need the support of my family, when the father of this baby doesn't care about it.

I heard my mother and my father talking in the next room, I could hear my mother's voice more cheerful than usual.

" I'm grateful that our granddaughter is Pa's son. At least we don't need a guardian for her when she's getting married. Mama is lazy and hates Yoga and her family. It feels like just to mention the name of this heart beating faster, so the emotions and intransigent owner*****-****** their sinless holy-assured faces".

I hear you still have emotions every time you talk about Yoga and her family. But papa has always been a cool heart of a hot mom.

" Already do not discuss anymore ma.., if remembering they make you an emotion, mending do not remember again. Not necessarily they think of our family. So we don't have to bother thinking about them either".

No matter what my father's heart was made of, he was very patient in dealing with all of this. I hope papa is always healthy and can accompany mama until they are both old.

I hope to meet a good man like Papa. Who would accept my lack of situation.