MOM
Chapter 1
This morning the rain was still reluctant to go home, the wind rustled between the leaves, my room's frosted windows sending the cold to the ribs.
Gigil, I bent my knees glaring out the window, there was a muffled pain, a long disappointment after the news came back and forth greeting the eardrum.
"Aaarrrghhh", I squeezed my coarse hair, I removed the blankets and bed linen with the stars.
Clear circles continue to fall in the eye pelupuk, so tight.
Once again I hold the picture frame set in black and white with a smile of warmth in it. There was a middle-aged woman holding a baby in her arms as well as a tall man beside her.
The rain became a loud sound as my lips were rummaging in pain, there was a bruise sticking to my throat, and I didn't want anyone to hear about the lara I felt.
Suddenly the knock on the door broke my daydream, I hurriedly wiped the remaining tears. I turned on the face of the man who had now been holding my heart for years, he shifted his body to my side.
"Mother.", she said softly while touching my shoulder, hugging me warmly. His breath sounded so comfortable, there was no sound between us, just a soft caress of his hand rubbing my hair slowly.
I kept quiet, still trying to digest the events that have been stabbing me for the past 15 years.
I know it's not good to hold grudges, but the more I try to let go of my past, the more trauma weighs on my head.
I set my breath slowly with the roar of the heart that was getting heavier, I returned the warm embrace, he smiled.
"I'm sorry.." I opened my voice a little hoarsely.
He simply nodded back with a packet of his sweet smile. Our embrace tightened, he kissed my forehead, comfortable...
once again I am fortunate that a piece of my broken heart has been filled to the brim with the sincerity of his heart.
Tonight as usual a bowl of meatballs became the most tempting food after days there was no food I could eat. Always come out without remaining until leaving the sound of the stomach without being followed by hunger.
I played the spoon and fork in my bowl, again my man approached next to me, took over the spoon that I had been holding.
"If the mother's stomach is not filled later sick lo. Mother can not be selfish darling, there is a life in here that can not eat alone, must use the mother's intermediary" he said full of tenderness by wiping my stomach is still flat.
"If you can't stand papa ga pukin aja, but we try again ya some mouthfuls until really can to eat and enter the stomach"
I nodded slowly. He feeds slowly while occasionally massaging my nape. The nausea that kept on going made me really difficult to digest every food that entered my stomach.
I ran to the bathroom, again there was no food left, after repeatedly filling my stomach out. I sat down and sniffled a little. He came closer and gave me some wind oil on my nape, he carried me to my room, I was powerless to refuse his invitation.
"Later make milk the same toast yes bun, let your stomach have contents"
I shook my head slowly, completely heartless to swallow any food at this time.
He took my hand, trying to strengthen me with his gaze.
"No papa if you vomit again later, but what's wrong mother try to eat again yes, or mother want what will father makein or father look outside", he was still eager to offer some food that I might be interested in eating.
" No need well, mom really no appetite for food, but". He smiled to agree.
"Wait a minute, bun, I made it first". My eyes tailed all the way to the door of the room, usually when he made any creations in the kitchen, I always followed him or even disturbed him to hug him from behind.
I smiled at our ridiculousness. I rubbed my stomach slowly, there was this strength radiating from myself, it seemed like I had fallen in love many times with the same person every day..