MY CHATTY WIFE
DEBATES

His age has begun to enter old age. His emotions often soared, not infrequently making me overwhelmed when the problem is sometimes only trivial.

"Yang, you are a lot of Istighfar if you are sprained. Don't follow your emotions, you'll have high blood loch." I said

"Istighfar istighfar, indeed I must report to you, Mas. If I hold Istighfar in my heart. I don't know what I'm feeling, Mas. I told you I don't want anyone else in the house."

"Yes I know, baby. But your stomach is enlarged, you must have something to accompany. How will you mules, I work. Who helped you first." I tried to explain my point to Kokom.

"The point is I don't want to, whether it's my mom or your mom. Whoever it is. I want to be alone, Mom. It's not comfortable to know that there's someone else."

I'm used to it myself, for some reason since this third trimester I don't like any stranger to my house. Our parents were not strangers. And actually Mas Baskoro's advice is also correct. I don't know why I don't like it.

The answer confused me, I thought about what if it was an emergency, while I was far away at work. It's not possible that in a short time I'll be home.

"Why not, baby. It's good later there will help cook, wash dishes even someone who accompanies you to watch tv."

"I don't want to, I can do it myself. Did you not want to help with work, home? I'm tired of helping, am I?." He grumbled.

"Mas not tired, baby. Only Mas worried, will give birth can not be in time, dear." persuaded me again.

"DOT. I don't want to. I don't want anyone to bother me. I don't want to help me anymore, I just order to eat outside. Keep the house clean so there's no need to cook."

The way I persuaded him, now all I can do is shut up. And pray that when her stomach contracts, I will be by her side.

I don't think, my wife who was obedient during pregnancy lost somewhere. Is this perhaps a sign that my son's nature will be like this. God give me patience...

Arrive angry, arrive crying, arrive spoiled, I am patient, O Allah.. I feel so hard what else my wife feels. Lighten the joy of childbirth later, O God, make it easy for him to be healthy and save my family. I prayed while rubbing his head.

"Well, if so, you have to promise. If you feel a direct contraction of the phone, Mas. Don't get far from your phone, yeah. Don't eat lowbat, eat a lot. You've cooked what you wanted, now that Mas's leaving first, yeah." I kissed his forehead.

"Yes." she replied briefly while snuggling. Maybe still pissed him off, let it be.

He kissed my hand and waved as usual as I left for work, which I am grateful for now is that I no longer need to wear colorful clothes and striped socks.

When I came out of the alley I met Mpok Rodiyah, my neighbor. I stopped my bike.

He looked at me behind my helmet.

"Eh yes, Mas Baskoro anyway. Ade ape?" he asked with his Betawinya accent.

"Hehe, there's nothing, Mpok. Just want to ask for help, no?." I'm actually sad, but what's my day this time.

"Ade ape? It's so important the power. Aje, Mas." By the way." Mpok Rodiyah is a good person, although she is chatty but she is very considerate of me and my wife.

"Hem.can you ask for help, later please see my wife at home yes, Mpok. Afraid of mules, he's not. I'm sorry Mpok, so take my shit." I bowed my head a little.

"Oh my God, why. Yeah, that's all quiet, let's go longokin' to the house." Mpok Rodiyah clapped her hands into the air.

"Maxly yes, Mpok. We continue to take nicotine. Because my wife does not want to be metemenin his mother or my mother, I became confused. In the persuasion even angry, cry him, Mpok." said I.

"Yes, that's ordinary. Innate pregnant emang something like that." Mpok Rodiyah's speech made me calm, right choice I asked her for help.

"I'm sorry, Mpok. If later my wife ngerepotin or there is a bad word, Mpok. He's very emotional, Mpok." I'm afraid Kokom will be impolite when Mpok Rodiyah comes home.

"So calm aje, Mas. We're used to being pregnant." she laughed. Heart relieved.

"Maxly yes, Mpok. Then I leave first, Mpok." I'm back in the helmet.

"Yes, Mas. Heart on the road." he said.

I'm nodding.

My heart is relieved to hear the willingness of Mpok Rodiyah, I have also asked for help Mr. RT if later my wife mules directly brought to the nearest clinic. Even so, Mr. RT's house is behind my line, it still feels less calm. Now I just pray that everything goes well until the day my wife gives birth to my son later.

I also told both sides of our parents not to come here. Because my wife doesn't want to be with me. But I couldn't bear to talk to our parents like that, I just said, Kokom is fine later if it starts to contract in the news.

Thank goodness they understood.

Today passed safely, thank God.