Missing Room
Episode 87's

Two months later

My taste has started to diminish over time. The proof is now that I am sitting on Mas Pras' shoulder with my outstretched hand caressing my stomach.

I am also no longer ashamed to show my affection and Mas Pras in front of the people of the house. And as now it is making out in terms that are still considered reasonable when gathering and relaxing in enjoying the weekend.

Kulrikik Bik Mar seemed to smile at me and I only responded with a smile. Not without reason Bik Mar to behave so, because when I told what happened to me with Mas Pras, he responded with a cry. She was happy with our improved household relationship.

And I never expected that Bik Mar and Mang Jono really loved Mas Pras. They are the ones who always pray for the life of Mas Pras to be better and tell me that the happiness of Mas Pras lies in my hands. And there's something Bik Mar said a few weeks ago that's still ringing in my memory.

He said that; getting married is not about age or love. Except readiness. Ready to suffer, ready to be happy, ready to be disappointed and hurt. Ready to fight also ready to accept shortcomings.

Happiness in the household can be built through affection, attention and sacrifice of husband and wife. Learn to complement each other's shortcomings and advantages.

My view this time was distracted by the behavior and speech of Aqila who was showing something taught in her school. He was demonstrating how to dance and sing, yes even with movements that he forgot to remember and who was clearly able to provoke our laughter that was here.

"Mbak Siti, how is it going?" said Aqila who pulled the arm of Mbak Siti to demonstrate the right dance.

"Look, this way," said Mbak Siti who refused to stand up. His hands and head were moved to form a dance.

Aqila who had seemed serious to pay attention now began to try it but still could not. He looked grunting because he was tired and could never show.

"I'm not bica!" his weakness.

"When you take a break, you must be tired. It will continue again" said Mas Pras who responded.

"But Kila bica's friends scolded Pa. Andla!" aqila's grunt walked towards us with her pouting face. While the hand of Mas Pras now stretches to welcome Aqila to sit on his grill.

"When you're a new student at school, it's only been a month. Later if it has long been able to follow others," said Mas Pras told Aqila.

Aqila herself actually just started participating in the paud program, it was because she was whining asking for school. So Mas Pras and I decided to accept Aqila's request, which despite having to remain accompanied by her caregiver, Mbak Siti.

It does not feel Aqila has grown up and just counting the days again her sister will also be born soon.

Lately, Mas Pras has also taken time off and brought some of his important work to do at home with the aim of watching me.

Some days I had felt something unusual in my stomach, and after I complained to Mas Pras, he immediately rushed me to the doctor. But after the doctor examined me, the doctor only said that I had false contractions.

The presence of Mas Pras who always beside me in fact was very influential for me. His attention as well his patience is no longer in doubt. And when I'm around him like this, it feels like I can't help but stick to him.

"Why?" mas Pras asked in a soft voice that turned to me because I was embracing one arm for me to embrace.

"Mama's spoiled now, huh?" said Mas Pras who seemed to ask for a response from Aqila. But Aqila this time glanced at me with a look of dislike as if to protest that I should not.

His small hand this time moved trying to release my embrace on the arm belonging to Mas Pras and said, "This is my Papa."

And after saying that he moved to hug Mas Pras very possessively as if he did not want to share his Papa with others. And what sucks him again Mas Pras replied to me with a naughtiness to make me frown even more.

"Mama can't even, there's already a sister in Mama's pelut. Papa there's no sister in the pelut. So Kila is the same Papa," chirped Aqila who made me look at her with furrowed brows.

And before long the laughter of the people in this room broke out over Aqila's babbling, while I could only shake my head. Why would a child think like that, my mind.

This time I fell silent and suddenly my body stiffened. It's certain that my face paled, because what I feel now is that my stomach hurt again, more pain than ever before.

I grimaced with my hand moving to grip Mas Pras' thigh while whimpering at him.

"Mas— Sa—Kit. "I said with sweat that had soaked part of my body.

Mas Pras looked at me frantically with me already holding my back on the sofa while Mas Pras lowered Aqila from his lap and turned to take me in a sling.

"Mama cakit agi ya Pa?" chirp Aqila innocently who looks Bik Mar immediately carrying her.

"Mama is not papa, her sister Kila wants to be born," said Bik Mar trying to calm Aqila who almost cried.

"I took Anna to the hospital. Bik Mar prepare the needs for Anna so that Mang Jono is proposed. I tipped Aqila," said Mas Pras when he sat me in the back seat of the car.

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Upon arrival at the hospital the nurse said I had reached the opening five, still not perfect for giving birth normally.

Mas Pras was still waiting for me and stayed by my side. "You can't bear to see you like this, is it better to have a cesarean section?"

I immediately shook my head. "Anna wants to give birth normally" I said confidently and I saw Mas Pras seem to nod his head unwilling to argue in this situation.

After four hours of waiting for the doctor to inform me that I had reached the tenth opening and I had been transferred to the delivery room. Mas Pras clasped my fingers tightly, his pale face seemed as this was our first experience of being in the delivery room because of my normal birthing condition, but even in such circumstances he still tried to strengthen me by stroking my head, encouraging me by whispering into my ears.

Until when our baby was born into the world and began to sound crying it felt as if it could bring newness to both of us. I cried with my baby who is currently directly in my arms while Mas Pras was unceasingly grateful and gave a kiss on my forehead.

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