I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 120

After lunch, Romi half forced his wife to a nearby hospital. Because Romi felt something was wrong with his wife. And hopefully, what her mother-in-law said this morning came true.

Yulia complained to the doctor and Romi beside her listened painstakingly. But knitting eyebrows in wonder because the doctor instead advised him to go to an obstetrician.

"Tuh, right. Mom's estimate is the same as I thought. Kia wants to have a grandpa. You don't feel weird about your own body?" romi's words were spoken while they were in the waiting room. Romi's hands were busy stroking, giving a little massage of the back of Yulia's stomach which he said felt like stirring after entering a place full of the smell of drugs and disinfectants. He asked Romi to buy a mask and immediately wear it.

"Actually feel the hell, although somewhat different from the time Kia was pregnant. But Romi mas always use security, just one forgetfulness, the time is immediately so!" yulia replied in a whisper, as there were some people waiting in line as well.

"That may be the Power of God, which empowers us to have another scourge, even though it is simply forgetfulness. Nothing is impossible, if God wills?"

"Yes, mas. I am also grateful, at the age of marriage we entered in the third year, I was believed to be pregnant again. Uh, this isn't necessarily. I'm so sure, we are!" Yulia and Romi looked at each other while smiling broadly. While enjoying the sensation of a soft massage Romi. It looks like a happy couple. Though a few hours ago they had a dispute after the arrival of Yesi and Andre to the store.

"But, I'm sure ninety-nine to nine percent, which once forgetfulness is instantly so. It's God's way that we never thought." Romi's hand clasped his wife's fingers tightly, after Yulia asked him to stop the massage.

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" Thank God, I feel right. You're pregnant again. Gotta be grateful, baby. Don't worry about Kia, she's big enough. Weaned also.” Romi can not hide his happiness after them from the poly content. Doctors say Yulia's gestational age has been 8 weeks. In seven months there will be another baby crying in their home. And Romi's hope is that his third child is a boy. Complete is his happiness if the child who is still in the form of a fetus as big as red beans it will become a boy.

"Why keep smiling anyway, mas?"

"Yes would be happy, dong. Want to add more tail. We can't imagine our home for 2 years to come. It's gonna be rame and fussier than now."

They are now sitting in front of a hospital pharmacy for a queue of taking vitamins prescribed by obygin doctors.

“I hope this one's a boy, yeah. Bored to be the most handsome at home.” Seloroh romi that makes the very wife curl her lips down. Mocking her super narcissistic husband.

"Why? Am I really the most handsome? Even se RT where we live, many say gibumahan mother mother, I'm the most handsome." Yulia fell behind the cover of her face. Behind the mask and veil, he tried to control himself, so that his laughter was not too tight and sounded around him.

"Bad, you are! My stomach ache." Romi stared, smiling at the wife who was still laughing, visible from his eyes that narrowed behind the mask. The goal of making the wife laugh happily succeeded. He then directed his gaze around the room, everyone busy themselves. Some are busy with their clothes, busy talking with their partners, some even while sleepy.

"When you used to be, my God, he asked for forgiveness. Never a smile, your gaze is sharp as razor sharp. His words are also always taut, until I think, what time pregnant women you lack sugar intake yes! I came to call you the jutek boss at that time." Yulia said in the middle of her laughter.

"Yep?" Romi pura was surprised, even though he had known it from Fanni.

"Keep now?" Yulia smiled behind her mask.

"If now you are sweet, as sweet as sugar, but sometimes salty too. Same attention wife there son. Hehe!" Yulia chuckled amusedly to say her analysis of the husband.

Almost ten minutes waiting, finally the name Yulia was called. After redeeming the medicine they left the pharmaceutical area to where the car was parked.

As they walked out, a man walked in pushing a wheelchair with a woman the same age as Kanti.

“It was like Yulia and her husband. Why they go to the hospital. Who is sick?” the man muttered curiously. He continued to look at the backs of the two people who were walking further away by holding hands, looking very friendly. Until he was surprised by the sound of a child complaining because he was hit by a wheelchair driven.

“Aduh!”

“Eh, sorry, sorry ya Dek. I didn't see you there. Again, sorry!”

“Om, I'm this big cook invisible. Or Om who walks while daydreaming. Look out, Om, in the hospital many sick people even die. Can Om trance the spirit of the dead here!” the tomboyish girl of about 10 years old was nagging incessantly. The man just laughed, so he remembered his son at home. Even though he was only a stepson, he loved her very much.

“Iya deh, yes. I'm not going to dream, again, sorry Dek! Does anyone hurt?” the man examined the child's lower body, seemingly only slightly nudged and inflicted no injuries. Without answering the little tomboyish girl and the brave look was wandering away.

“You're why, Yu. The road isn't concerned? Last night with people?”

“Oh, no papa ma'am, I was like seeing someone I knew. My coworker, but I think I saw it wrong, anyway!” the answer is lying does not want to add to the problem, because he felt he saw his ex-wife with her husband.

The man handed over the prescription medicine at the counter, then returned and sat down next to the middle-aged woman he had been pushing, queuing up to be called in to take the medicine. The old woman's lips looked asymmetrical, and her right hand was stiff. Looks like a woman who had a stroke. It didn't take long, the name of the 8bu was called, and after receiving the medicine, they walked down the hospital corridor.

“Mother, why does the tension always go up. Severe, up to 190 per 120. Don't you think like a napa? Let the mother be as healthy as ever.” said the man walked pushing his mother's wheelchair. The man's mother has had a stroke for about two years.

“This is because of your wife, who always makes mother tension rise. Really bad, that's him. Moreover, his children, just look at them it feels like the mother has been gegegetan.”

"Yes, Mom!" The man shook his head, but the mother never changed. He did not understand his mother's mind. Even though his mother was sick, his wife was so painstaking in caring for him patiently and did not talk much to the mother. Caring for her mother willingly and sincerely, not to mention serving her and their two children. But it was his mother who never liked his wife. Until whatever his wife did was wrong in the eyes of the mother.

Moreover, the daughter who is meant by her mother, even though only the child is connected, the child is also obedient and not neko neko, helping to take care of his sister as well. It seemed, the mother's hatred for her son and wife was ingrained. To the best of his wife's attitude, the mother never saw the good side. I don't know what the mother wanted. Fortunately, the wife was always patient in serving her mother. But he is also an ordinary man, who has a limit of patience.

He can only say patiently and patiently and sincerely, all of it will be beautiful in time, to ease the burden of the wife who is hated in-laws. That is what he always says when his wife complains, while hugging him to comfort.

Well, the word patience and sincerity is very easy to say, but for practice, it is very difficult. Nothing can be achieved easily without patience and sincerity. Patience will teach personal quality even though the quantity of failure and tragedy often approaches. Patience tests our strength to endure. Those who survive are the winners.

And because of that one word of patience, every wait is bound to end.

For years his mother suffered a stroke, but his attitude still never changed in the wife. Only death can change that. Fortunately, the wife is a very patient woman.

Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland. What I was thinking.

“That's because the female of your choice is nothing real.” The mother's touch even though her voice is restrained and unclear, because the stroke has made her tongue feel stiff. But he has no hatchet, always looking for the fault of the son-in-law, then nagging.

Mother is not real. I may not regret being born from my mother's womb. Astarghfirullah's. The man squeezed his hair.

The man continued to be silent, caught off guard and tired of such debates. Always, and the mother never felt wrong. She could only stroke the chest, after all it was the woman who had conceived and brought it into the world.

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Back to Yulia and Romi.

That afternoon all the families had gathered, his two children, plus the presence of Alvi, Christian and Yemima who had not visited for a long time, and let go of each other's longing.

“So, mbak Yulia is pregnant again, waah congratulations! Surprise here, just here when Denger mbak Yulia isi.” Comment Mima, Romi's sister.

“Mother will add granddaughter dong. Happy Mother. How are you Mima too? Ricky often whines about having a sister, right. Kiaja is still two years already want to have a sister.” Ms. Alvi chimed in on her daughter's comments. The granddaughter, Zaskia clung and asked for my hand from the moment they came.

“Not planned, Buk. Later if Ricky is already in school, let alone I will have to work too, the plan anyway if I am really ready to have another baby, it means I am ready to resign from where I work. Focus on caring for the husband's child also mother.” Answer Mima diplomatically.

Yulia who was sitting next to Mima whispered.

“If this one is me without planning, deck. Because of Romi's forgetfulness of using a balloon once I was pregnant. Hhhh.” Yulia's whisper in the ear of her sister-in-law. Mima laughed loudly when she heard Yulia's complaint, inviting the gazes of everyone in the room.

“Upss! Sorry.” Then shut your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What's the matter?” Romi who was sitting on the sofa together with him Tian was curious.

“Consecret!” yulia said in red. But Mima's mouth fell flat.

“Mbak Yulia pregnant because of mas romi forgetfulness use safety he said, even though forgetfulness once doang.” Mima's laughter was still breaking, as Yulia pinched her arm slowly.

“You know what, anyway, Mima. I whispered, instead you said she was very fast. Shame, I.“ and that's how the family if gathered, even though they have different beliefs, but do not melt the sense of brotherhood between them.

In the evening they had dinner together on the back porch of the house. Spread the green carpet on the back porch of the house, then put food in the middle of the carpet.

Yulia had just sat back and leaned on the sofa, as her sister-in-law and mother-in-law helped Mak Minah in the kitchen to cook dinner. It is not strong with the smell of onions and other spices, although for others the aroma is very appetizing and makes worms in the stomach squirm for intake. He closed his eyes, the scent reached the front room of Tivi.

"Mas, I can't stand it. I slept in the room, right?" Romi who was looking at the news on television, turned his head, and agreed.

"Don't sleep first, let me make some milk, what would you like? Plain, strawberry, or chocolate?" ask Romi while covering him who has been lying on the bed.

"As far as you are, mas. If that makes Romi mas I will definitely drink until I finish." Romi menjwil chin of the wife, very sweet words of the wife.

"What do you want to do, Rom?" ma'am Alvi asked as Romi walked into the kitchen.

"You made Yulia milk, Mom. He's resting in the room, can't stand the smell of the kitchen he said."

"Duh, how cute. She wants to party because she's two pregnant. He is even mabok. Not very good, no!" Mima who put the gulai of red seasoned milkfish into a large bowl said.

"Look out, Ma. Like never ngalamin aja, and also I'm a happy ration Yulia." said Romi without guilt. poured warm water into the glass that he had put milk specifically pregnant women strawberry taste. Then stir it for a while, put it with a neat dialasi, and closed the top.

"Try me a chip first, it's not good for your cooking!" Mima throbbed as Romi tasted the banding sauce using a small spoon.

"Hmmm!"

"Where?"

"Nice?"

"Then anyway? The same expression your comment is unconvincing, mas?"

"The bowl's not good, I don't doyan!" Temptation Romi on his sister then half ran with a glass of milk before the sister rampaged because of his speech.

"Mas Romiii!"