Love of the Journalist
110. The Protective VS the Twins
...110. The Protective VS the Twins...
Kirei
Entering the second trimester of pregnancy she felt she could control her mood. His appetite is normal. In line with that he also experienced an increase in body weight. Pretty significant.
How not?
He took the twins everywhere. Which is growing rapidly. Automatically it also requires more food intake. To replace the food that is used as a source of their growth. As a result, he felt hungry quickly. And intermittently he had to touch.
Pun, Danang nagging every day. It began to become a melody in his ears. The heavy masculine groove that sounded was precisely as if it was killing him. Start waking up to sleep at night.
“Honey, drink the milk first and do not forget the vitamins.” The man made as much pregnant milk as possible for her. Put the vitamins next to it. Complete package that cannot be missed.
“Bring stock!” A sentence that is always spoken.
“Kalo cape break, don't maxain.” A short message came in on his phone. When arriving at the office, fitting break work, afternoon break and in the afternoon before the office break.
“Yumah, stock pieces of fruit same snack already?” a question that reminds Yumah every morning.
“Mbok Sumi, lunch do not forget to be prepared. Later Mr. Mus who picked up.” Danang always try to make food for him processed at home. To maintain nutrition and cleanliness.
Up next.
“Darling, don't wear those pants, like they're too tight.” He wears special pants. It looks tight with the stomach that has stood out from the size of pregnancy in general.
Then one afternoon the man came with a hand full of paper bags, “From now on, pack a gini-gini,” Danang bought a lot of clothes for him. Almost all of them are modeled on a continuous dress. From the length below the knee. Sebetis. To the ankles. The reason, he said so as not to hurt the twins inside. Huh huh? Doesn't make sense anyway?
The man also often talked to the twins. It is even a mandatory agenda. Every morning when you wake up or before you go to work. And before bed or when Danang comes home from work. He said he wanted to build emotional closeness with his children since they were in the womb. Because Danang felt he did not have much time like himself.
And it is true, often invite the baby to talk in the womb of great benefits. That certainly stimulates the hearing of the twins, they will feel more comfortable, closer bonding between them. The proof is when the twins do a demo with a sudden movement that jerks and makes it painful, by talking and rubbing it slowly the twins are silent and according.
They also believe that often talking to babies both with touch and stimulus listening to music since in the womb can foster baby intelligence. This is in line with several studies that have been done by several experts.
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Danang
The atmosphere at home is starting to get crowded. Today coincides with the event of the four-month pregnancy of his wife. Mama said her name was mapati. While mom says walimatul haml. Everything is the same. The point is to express gratitude for Kirei's pregnancy at the age of 4 months. And pray for his good. Where in his belief that in that age angels blow the soul on the fetus, then write 4 things about death, sustenance, charity and happiness or woe (HR Bukhori-Muslim).
So, this is the right time he thought.
Mama-papa, mother, Ken, Aksa, family from Gorontalo, family from Surabaya, friends, colleagues and colleagues. Even papa's friends who live in Semarang come. All the boisterous stuff filled every corner of the house even a white-blue colored tent that was purposely set up to accommodate the full guests.
Not to forget, he also invited the children of his karateka upbringing. Orphans from the foundation not far from his home.
Papa gave a welcome word. After that the chanting of the holy verse filled the middle room through the sound of a microphone connected from the front porch. Led by a cleric and followed by children from orphaned foundations and halfway houses, began to hear the sound of a legitimate voice.
“Wa wassainal-insana biwalidaih, hamalat-hu ummuhu wahnan 'ala wahniw wa fisaluhu fi 'amaini anisykur lii wa liwalidaiik, ilayyal-masir. (Al-lukman:14)”
‘And We command men (to do good) to two of his mothers; his mother conceived him in a state of increasing weakness, and weaned him in two years. Be thankful to Me and to your two parents, only to-I am your return.’
Following the recitation of Surah Yusuf (1-16), surah Maryam (1-15), Surah Ar Rahman (1-78) then closed with surah Alfatihah and prayer of the prophet.
During the praises of the prophet's prayer, he was bowed in. His eyelids had been fulfilled by a lump of clear liquid. One drop. Two drops. Three drops. He hurriedly shrank with his index finger.
Then his eyes fell on his wife. Who had been sitting right in a row facing him. Flanked by mom and mom. Then next to you are Neene, Aunt Kabila, and Kirei's best friends. They do sit apart because male and female saf are distinguished.
It was also seen that his wife was bowing in. Several times I was seen wiping my cheeks. And shrunken the nose with a piece of tissue. Mama looks to rub his back.
“Thank you, Darling. Thank you for being a mother to my children. May our children be good children. Respect and love you more. Because your struggle is incredible. I love you.” Say it in the heart.
The event went on solemnly and smoothly. The invited guests one by one began to leave his residence.
**
Anissa
After accompanying Kirei inside, he went out to the front porch looking for wind. While Kirei gathered with his family.
From here he could see Oka standing in the middle talking to some people under the tent. While Mr. Rahmat, Mas Budi and colleagues from other TVS have paid first. Most of the guests have also returned home.
Oka and some of the men seemed to be laughing. It seems like a funny conversation, maybe. Or a kind of stand up comedy chat that makes laugh ngakak. I don't know. But he stopped approaching. For fear of being mistaken for himself. Beautiful woman in the middle of the bidadara. Hahaha .. he giggled amused himself.
“Mbak Anisa,” call Yumah.
He looked back. Not sitting on the terrace.
“This is a parcel,” Yumah handed me a souvenir parcel wrapped in a red goodie bag and a box of besek. He accepts.
“I stay, yes, Ma'am.” Pamit Yumah who seemed to be in a hurry was about to leave.
“Eh .. wait .. wait, Yu. Where are you going?” the rest. Rather than being alone, it seems that following Yumah's activities is more fun and makes her not bored.
“I want to continue sharing parcels, Ma'am. There is still a lot left. Mother said, the rest is divided. At the front intersection there are rickshaws and ojeg mangkal. Tell us to go there he said.” Terang Yumah seraya towards the back porch.
He followed Yumah, “By help, no?”
“Lho .. yes can be to, Ma'am. No one is forbidden.”
On the back porch there is Mbok Sumi who is putting food into the besek.
“I help what, Mbok?” tanyanya sat cross-legged on the carpet.
“Masukin 3 peel sumpelnya, sambal krecek, gore vegetable, shrimp crackers same baceman into besek.” Mbok Sumi put all the food that was said earlier into the besek. Special sambal krecek and vegetable gori has been served plastic box. In order not to spill.
He followed Mbok Sumi.
“Teruuus, which snacks are also entered. There is wajik, porridge brother-white, arem-arem same kleponnya.” Mbok Sumi.
“Kalo already, close besek e, Mbak. Don't forget!” Imbuh Mbok Sumi, who noticed him arranging the contents of the besek. But, forgot to close it.
“Ups! Hehe ... forgot, Mbok.” Snoots.
Then he saw Yumah who was busy putting things into a goodie bag.
“This is my help, Yu.” Bargainly. Shifted slightly closer to Yumah.
“Today stay .. blouse .. blouse login, Ma'am. Easy-going.” Yumah chuckles. All the printouts of the contents of the goodie bag have been wrapped by themselves so just put it in.
“Yes, blouse ... blouse is also included, to!” “opo wae sing entered? (what are the included?)” continued.
But his eyes were bewitched with porcelain mugs painted with twins. Men and women. Under the painting is the name ‘Danang&Kirei’.
He instituted the mug, “Funny,” murmured. Then put it back.
“Kalo all these souvenirs from his mother Pak Danang. Directly sent from Surabaya,” bright Yumah.
“Eyang Surabaya with Solo, really cool. Get the first grandchild, 2 at a time. Wedok-lanang maneh, couple.” Mbok Sumi.
“All-all drawn baby twins, yes?”
Yumah looked nodding, “Gold mug, towel, skiper, same tumber,” Yumah shows one by one the contents of the goodie bag. All are screened twins. Except for the embroidered towels. “Sibu is very dear to her grandson.”
He and Mbok Sumi.
“Nopo? Kok even podo gemuyu. (kok even on laughing)” Yumah grumbled.
“Slipper, Yu.” He's ambushing.
“Sok-sook engraving kowe, Yu. By the way omah selop, ngono youho .. even easy.” Mbok Sumi protested.
“Hahaha ..” His laughter really exploded. Can't be arrested anymore.
“Hayo, according to Mbok Sumi, tumber what tumbler?” tanyakanya.
“Kalo me ya bottle drinks, easy, Ma'am. Tumber ... tumber .. ilatku angel wes. (my tongue is hard)” Reply Mbok Sumi.
They finally chuckled together. Laughing lightly but being able to shake her stomach.
**
Kirei
He was being fed by Danang sitting on the sofa. After complaining his legs ached and his stomach tightened. While other family members are sitting relaxed under the carpet. Gagging each other. It is a mood that one day he will miss.
“Rei, Mommy immediately said goodbye, yes tonight. Ken tomorrow morning there's a meeting he said.” Mother sat herself on her left.
“Well, Mother, you can do it. Brother Ken let's go home alone. Time not brave?” he said while chewing the food that went into his mouth.
“Nak aja!” Ken's grabbing, sitting next to Mommy. Right on the couch. “You have a lot of friends. Still less?!”
He frowned, “Syirik aja, anyway!” the strangeness.
“Sshh .. You guys. Udah on big but kayak little boy.” Mommy interrupts, “shame!” yells.
While Danang only shake the head.
Danang chuckled, followed by mother.
“Yeee! Not Brother's business.”
“Udah .. udah.”
He's actually not willing to go home tonight. But really, tonight there are still mama-papa at home. Baapu-neene and others stayed at the hotel.
It went up when mom got up from her seat, “Mother be careful,” he said. Kiss the back of the hand of the woman who gave birth to it. Then release it to the doorstep accompanied by Danang.
After Baapu-neene, Aunt Kabila, Uncle Tilamuta and Jebe also said goodbye to the hotel.
The house immediately deserted. There's mom and dad. Who was sitting watching television.
“Rest, Rei. Don't get sapped.” Tukas mama as she sat on the other sofa opposite her in-laws.
“A minute, Ma.” Legally. While rubbing his stomach that feels full. He ate a lot all day. Although with portions little by little but it looks like the hull is not able to accommodate anymore.
“Why?” Danang who was sitting on his side frowned when she saw him grimacing.
“There is a shudder, Mas .. duh ... duh!” His complaint.
Danang swiftly rubbed his stomach, “Champion Father ... kangen the same Father, yes?” He had almost no contact with them all day.
“Sobbed, Nang. Usually directly diem kayak.” Sela mom.
“Udah active, yes?” Papa asked.
“You are, Pa. Time of not remembering? Grandchild not yet born, Kok Eyangnya already senile.” Mom glances at papa.
He and Danang looked at each other.
“Yes forgot to. Decades of years! Danang aja already 33 years,” Papa can not thank spelled senile.
“Issh ... So who does Papa remember what?” my mother's protest won't lose.
“What is clear for him who always remembers.” Papa's chuckle.
And papa's slurs made them chuckle. With the exception of mama whose reflexes intimidate papa.
**
Danang
“Honey, here.” He patted his left arm.
Kirei just finished cleaning his face, using skin care which is certainly safe for pregnant women. For some reason, during pregnancy his wife complained that her skin became sensitive. Quick spotty. Kirei then slowly approached along to lay his body next to him.
“Mas, but I'm heavy,” his wife's berkilah. Although not close his arms so the cushion as well. Kirei lay on his side facing him.
Danang chuckled, “Not how much. Five times your weight now I can still lift.” Brag.
Kirei thinned his lips, “Start!”
“Sunday tomorrow, I'm thesis hearing.” Coming, huh?”
His wife looked up, looking at him. His right hand plays his shirt collar.
“Definitely. Rei, java.”
“Hust!” his right hand stroked the hair of the woman who was pregnant with her children.
“Iya .. Yes.”
“Kalo no you guys, I'm not excited.” His right hand then rubbed his wife's stomach.
“When, can ya menggerasain thesis exam?” mumble Kirei.
“Soven. But ... after our children are born and ready to be left.”
“Hoo forgot not, yes the science?” Kirei paused for a moment, “was very keen after graduating from college. After work want to go to college again,”
Silent for long enough.
It knows. Kirei was once in a dilemma. Trapped of difficult choices. After their relationship improved after Kirei's departure to Gorontalo. His wife was offered an Erasmus Mundus Journalism joint Master Degree scholarship in the European Union.
But Kirei chose to stay with him.
“Rei, want to nemenin Mas Danang. Europe too far.”
“No worries, we can still video call, phone call, chat, or can go home once every 6 months.”
Kirei shook his head, “Too far and too long,”
And finally Kirei chose Jakarta to step up his career. Yes, even if they stay far away. But once a month or once a week they can meet. The contract was only 3 months.
“After children 6 months old. You can continue. Take it here so you can look after them. How's it?
Kirei's hand now touched his neck, rubbing his jaw. “Now the number one children are the same Mas Danang. Lecture can be later aja.”
“You sure, Darling?”
Kirei nodded.
He looked at his wife in amazement.
“Beauty. My wife is getting pretty.” Tuck some of his wife's hairstrips behind his ears.
“Do not dreadlocks night-night!”
“Suer, no lie! Says those pregnant women are beautiful and ...”
Pause.
Their eyes stared at each other for a long time. Mendamba.
“... sexy,” he smiles obliquely. Hopefully tonight the twins can be invited to work together. Even if they can support and support as long as they act. He just wants to be alone without any distractions. It’s show time! Declare it in the heart.
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