MOM
Chapter 2
The morning came again, the sunlight was shy out of the glass window of our room, after the completion of the morning prayer we fell asleep again, returning the rest of the energy drained overnight. Throughout the night he took my foot, while I could not open my eyes even for a moment, whether at what time our eyes were awake until finally both fell asleep together.
I know he's tired, taking care of me for breakfast lunch or dinner that sometimes I myself get confused about what to eat. Although working all day but every meal hour arrived, he swiftly bribed me even though he returned from the office for a moment.
'I'm sorry my husband, I'm also so tired of this early pregnancy, sometimes when the mood is chaotic not infrequently I will cry for no reason, and you are my ego's outlet', I whispered without a sound.
I looked at his face that was still closed, tired strokes emanating there. He was so good after taking care of me for days. Understandably, we don't have a housekeeper, so the house matters we sometimes work on together.
I tried to get up slowly from the bed, my steps were slow so that he was not disturbed from his deep sleep. I turned to the kitchen, there was a pile of dirty dishes there, the kitchen floor was slippery because the leftover water and food that had fallen had not been cleaned last night, and the things that were thrown out of place.
There was a little bit of energy left, I took over the pile of dirty dishes, one or two dishes I could finish, but suddenly my stomach contents began to shake, nausea I could not stand, "uuuuueeeek", my breath choked, I leaned against the bathroom wall, not strong this nose on the smell of the rest of the cooking that began to rot. My tears were dripping with a feeling I couldn't translate.
" Bun's... Open the door bun, mother why baby???", the sound of knocking the door many times and the anxiety of my husband colliding shocked my weakness.
I opened the door and put on my face as cheerfully as I could, but this deathly pale I could not cover.
He pulled me in his arms, said nothing much he took me back to the room, his heart beating irregularly, I knew he was so anxious about my condition.
"But mother wants to help you too huh, kasian daddy tired. Dad's been working in plus the work of the house is piled up, mother just don't want to bother dad", I'm downcast holding a sour in my throat.
" We work all together bun, if you are tired of the father who changed, and stop saying bother, mother is the responsibility of the father", he held me, a sense of comfort throughout the body.
Oh my God how lucky I am to have it.
But do not let this love exceed my love for You.
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In the past, trauma to men made me have no trust in any man. Years of living with a steel woman made me have to be tougher than the rigors of life. I was raised by a mother, who had two roles, because she also replaced papa. I was too young to understand how much my mom hated my dad. I don't understand why you left us, before our family was okay. Until one day mom kicked papa out of the house, I who was really close to papa felt unable to accept mom kicked him, I pulled papa's hand, I did not let him go.
Papa stood with his knees to make us look parallel, he rubbed my hair, "Papa go first, son, not for long, papa wants to find a lot of money so he can take the same mama streets. Don't cry, take care of my mom, look after my mom, be a good kid huh" Papa kissed my forehead for the last time. I screamed loudly, cried as it happened, trying to chase papa who was increasingly disappearing with the roar of the car that left dust. Some people were chasing me, trying to hug me, taking me back home.
There are grandparents and grandparents who have been with their mothers. They ducked bitterly, while this self has been screwed with a heart that has disappeared in half, ~Papa has now gone from our lives....