Love for Adita
Love For Adita 34

"If people think clearly, they will never be afraid. What good is it about hitting a guy like Dani? What's in it?" Jerky Tristan.

At the time of the marriage, he never got this angry. My mistress shrieked and chose to enter the room.

I left Tristan in the living room.

However.when it will walk, there is a warm liquid flowing down my thighs.

" Blood...." I screamed in panic.

" Where?"

I pointed at my wet robe.

Tristan got me in the car.

Along the way to the hospital, Tristan lectured me.

" You shouldn't need much thought, Adita. Think about the health of our baby. Didn't you know that pregnant women need to relax? What if it's like this? If it's up to that fetus.shit!" Tristan hit the car's steering wheel.

I dare not defend myself. All I did was cry and cry. I regret that I was too rash. Strong, I am weak.

Tristan cleaves traffic on the highway. Occasionally honk the horn so that road users immediately move aside.

" Be careful, Tan." Weak talk.

In the end, we arrived at a hospital.

Tristan asked the nurse to come in with a wheelchair.

Tristan was afraid that if I walked later it would have a bad impact on our fetus.

I also did an examination with the obstetrician.

" We give you medicine, yes sir, buk. Hopefully this fetus can still survive. Don't mind too much. Sometimes we feel strong, but the fetus in us is not the same as ourselves."

After getting the medicine, we were allowed to go home. Again, I was not allowed to walk alone.

" I can walk on my own, Tan."

" Don't argue, I don't want anything bad to happen to you and the fetus you're carrying." Jerky Tristan.

It seems Tristan's patience is now as thin as a tissue. Not wanting to argue, I chose to sleep. Maybe the effect of the medicine from the doctor I was taking.

***

" Adita, how did all this happen?"

When I opened my eyes, my mother hugged me.

" I'm sorry, ma'am. Strongest. I am actually weak. I was too rash to think of others without caring about the fetus in my stomach right now." I said with regret.

" This is an important lesson for you, baby. Remember that! If we are pregnant, we are not alone anymore, but both. There is a life that we must guarantee its salvation in our stomachs. If we are careless, if we are wretched, then the one in our stomach can also be wretched. One more Adita, ask your husband's opinion in action." Advice from soft mama.

" Dit, mommy brought people to work in this house for a while. At least until you are healthy and strong. Called Dewi. Mama deliberately chose the young so that you can be more flamboyant when chatting. Besides, if you're younger, you won't hesitate to ask her for help."

" Thank you ma, you care about me." My speech.

Actually I disagree mama hired a girl in this house, even though the goal is very good. One of the reasons is that I do not want the presence of Dewi to complicate my relationship with Tristan. But.Seeing my mother's sincerity, I didn't have the heart to convey my grief.

After two days at home, my mom and dad finally got home. This is where the drama begins.

This morning I saw that Tristan was performing well. He was ready to go to work.

I slowly looked at Dewi and Tristan. As a woman who has been disappointed, I do not want to be cheated for the second time.

I hid behind the door, there was a joking laugh between Dewi and Tristan. They know each other so they can be very familiar.

" If everyone likes it. Just a desk leg that I don't like." Tristan Sahut.

They laughed together to make my ears hot.

The goddess took the plate and poured the rice and gave it to Tristan.

" This can't all be ignored." My name is in my heart.

I went into the kitchen. The goddess was surprised to see my arrival. For a moment he stood up.

I took a plate of rice in front of Tristan, "take this back." My orders to the Goddess.

I took the bread and put jam into it. And then he gave it to Tristan.

" Don't you never eat rice every morning?" Cold speech.

" Ehm... Yes, I forgot. earlier this vegetable aroma made my stomach rumble." Tristan Sahut.

Hearing Tristan's reply, there was pain. I pulled the bread out of Tristan's face and threw it in the trash.

" Loh..kok dumped, mbak?" Ask Goddess.

I stared at him sharply, without a word I left them both.

I chose to go into the room. Crying became my routine every day. During pregnancy, I became a whiny and authoritarian woman. I could be sulking and angry if Tristan disagrees with my thoughts.

I hate the Goddess. He's like he's looking for Tristan. He crossed the line to do like a maid.

He rubbed Tristan's work clothes, prepared breakfast, even dared to sit together at the dinner table also dare to fill Tristan's plate.

" I don't like.huhuhuuu.."

" What's up, Adita? Every morning I cry. What's wrong?"

Tristan was behind me.

" By the way, don't wear a cry. It'll all be over if we talk about it all right." Persuade again.

" I don't like the Goddess." My yelling.

" Ssttt.." Tristan put an index finger on my lip. " Don't be tight - talk it out. It's not good until the Goddess hears."

" You're a Goddess?" Jerk me again.

Tristan squeezed her hair, "me and Dewi have nothing to do, Adita. Goddess is only a friend of papa's child in the village. She needs a job so mom asks the Goddess here to help you." Tristan tries to explain .

" You must laugh, joke, your shoes are cleaned by ria, even those of you who have never had breakfast must obey him. That's no longer a deacon, Tristan. Try to think carefully."

Tristan sat by the bed, "so what do you want? I'm late, Adita." Tristan glanced at the clock on his wrist.

I am still emotional and upset 0ada Tristan immediately took her briefcase and pushed Tristan out of this room. " Let's go. And don't go home before office hours run out." Push me tight.

After Tristan came out, I locked the door. I don't mind Tristan's bang outside. Not long after, I saw the car coming out of the garage. That means Tristan is now off to work. I was crying so it happened. Right now I just need someone who cares about me. That's it, nothing more and nothing less.

***

After being satisfied enough to vent my frustration by crying, I slowly walked out of the room. I want to peek at the Goddess's activities.

I'm looking for the Goddess like a thief. Even the road until it does not make a sound. There's nothing in the kitchen, so where is he? What's in the back?

I decided to look at the Goddess to the back of the clothesline.

" Athaghfirullah.ay Allah..." I can't believe the view in front of me. Really this?