MAKE ME SECOND
PREGNANT
It's been a few months. The news of Mandala's whereabouts has not been found by Pradana. Mandala quickly leaves her mark, moving away from Pradana's life.
The cold weather is not as cold as your attitude. The snow is not as white as your love. The height of Cemara is not as high as your expectations chasing me. Still bullshit and bullshit in false history. Here are my two feet. Unable to run after your pseudo-shadows. In his own lonely blanketed dreams uncertain. The longing that draws my heart. Loneliness kills my race. This step drifted unsteadily to the earth. When the feeling is crazy because of being imprisoned by your figure. It's wrong! But still I lunge for the sake of reaching your dancing hand - nari in the eye.
You're just playing me. With a series of words that make me grieve. Huh! You joke with time. You joke with my feelings. Cultivate the tree of love more fertile. Which can't be pruned by your haughty hatred. Benalu - Benalu had already settled on the big tree. Slowly kill that fertility. Just like me. Starts to fade by a blanket of fog that blackens the heart.
In a very simple hut, there was a woman with a slightly fat body. His stomach looks a little swollen from wearing a negligee. He is the Mandala who now lives in a very - very simple hut. House with a roof of zinc. When it rains the noise and noise is not playing.
For four months now, Mandala has been living in this board house with her grandmother. She is accidentally alienated by her family because of her pregnancy which no one is responsible for her pregnancy. Actually more precisely, Mandala did not dare to speak honestly who the father of the child he conceived. Of course, because it has become an agreement that breaks the relationship between the two. Pradana is married to the girl of her parents' choice. His business marriage had to be done and went according to the plans of both families. So that the business world between the two families is more developed and growing rapidly.
" Mandalas! This is the onion you want, Grandma made it" said 65-year-old Grandma Mia.
" O grandma, sorry to bother grandma. Thank you so much granny." said Mandala with a crescent moon smile.
" You should eat and drink plenty of water. Your child needs to eat too. Your mind must be calm. Just focus on your child, Mandala. What happened is not to be regretted. The world will go on even though we are in sorrow and fall. People only see each of our mistakes and ugliness" said Grandma Mia at length times the height of the rectangular content formula.
" Grandma, thank you very much. If there's no grandmother beside me. My world must have fallen. I have no place to complain and complain." said Mandala sadly.
Mandala is four months old. That means the baby already has a soul and life. Mandala rubbed her stomach slowly - slowly and full of tenderness. His turned eyes began to glaze over - the glass would suffer and hurt his heart. How not, it's only Pradana that she still loves her. However, Pradana is now married to the woman of choice of both parents.
" Mandalas! You can tell me now. Your stomach is not big enough to marry a child's father in your stomach. Your baby needs a father as a confession." said Grandma Mia.
" No grandma! Can I raise this child without this baby's father?" mandala said with a loud voice.
" When are you so stubborn?" said Grandma Mia who started to growl.
" I'm scared grandma!" sahut Mandala's.
" There's no harm if you try first. Another story if the man who impregnates you does not admit it and is not responsible for his actions." said Grandma Mia.
" Baby in your belly needs recognition and status. You don't be selfish Mandala." added Grandma Mia.
Mandala. Her tears rolled one after another. Everything Grandma Mia said was the truth. Inevitably, he had to meet the father of the baby. If Pradana does not want to marry her, that's another story. If his family does not accept himself any other thing. Although, in fact, Pradana is married to the woman of her parents' choice.