My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Seven Monthly

"no way little angel Abi has seven months in the stomach umi. healthy well dear, until we meet later"

it's so happy that gus hafidz has kissed and caressed my stomach and invited our baby to talk, it feels like priceless happiness for us women, if she had been treated like that by her husband.

"the earth is also, healthy well. until later the birth, let us both grow up and educate our children"

gus hafidz said as he kissed my forehead and kissed my lips

"god willing, doain yah Abi dear"

reply to me while stroking my already big belly

"dad why haven't Dateng bang? though it was picked up just let's spit"

"Abang also wanted to pick up father, but the father kekeuh not want to do not papa wait aja, insyaallah soon also Dateng"

"yes"

answer me a little bit drowning

"what are you, her waist still hurts? if you still let Brother Elus here"

gus hafidz gently stroked my waist which lately often hurts

"how? any good?"

I just nodded when asked by my husband

Drrrttt Drrrttt

suddenly my phone rang, and I guessed it was from my dad.

"assalamualaikum dad,, where have you been?,,,, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, yeah, that's important, you keep nyampe safely,, oh that,,, that's,, that's,, that's, that's all,,, yes no papa,, until Ade greetings to Abang well, yes well,, waalaikumsalam wr wb"

"how dear? where are you going?"

ask bang hafidz when I've hung up

"his word is dad wants to stop by first to the battalion, then the abis came here"

"oh, yes no papa.kan his thanksgiving event tomorrow so dad still hunted to make it here"

"Abang, can you ask for something not from Brother?"

"can dong, can you really. emang wife Brother ask what is the same brother?"

Gus hafidz gently rubbed my broken hair

"later, abis thanksgiving nur want us to picnic yuk? but it's just the two of us"

Gus hafidz who heard my request did not answer at all.he instead coolly turned his palm on my forehead

"brother's wife is not hot"

his words with a face that was like confusion

"ih, what does your brother mean? that crazy nur?"

I pulled Gus hafidz's hand out of my forehead

"dih, sensi very. any way to detect the madman from his forehead?"

his words while he was grinning

"continue that's what it means rich to nur"

"hehe, Abang is just a mastiin if Abang's wife is healthy wal'afiyat. about her strange, tumben-tubenan ngajak picnic. usually also want her in the room continues"

"so if nur ngajak picnic means nur sick? yeah, it's not so"

"hehehe, yes sorry well Brother's wife who is Sholehah, brother just kidding ko. so we want a picnic where Hem?"

"it's up to you, the important place is comfortable and beautiful"

"do we sleep in your house yesterday Brother loved you?"

"no ah, nur want a new atmosphere, a different one"

"hmm, where is yah?? later on I asked Alif, he was his hobby of traveling. So Alif would know the places that are good for a picnic anywhere"

I smiled and gave my thumbs up to my husband.

don't know why I suddenly want to spend time alone with my husband, but in the wild, it means rich places for camping, beautiful and cool trees. must be really fun, right ???

~

"ahaah"

without shame I immediately hugged my new father in front of my two in-laws and my sister-in-law

father said with a crisp smile and of course pinched my cheek lovingly

a few seconds later a bang password emerged from behind the door while I was still hugging my father

"Dragon"

suddenly I was surprised and immediately switched to hug my brother who almost nine months old did not meet

"sir Yahya, please sign in"

umma said kindly to my father and brother.

then we sat together in the living room, there was no difference between us, because Babah and umma were so good at treating my family, that there was no awkwardness between the two families.

and I'm so happy to see all this.if mom were still around, she would be so happy to be with us.

"your son is not ashamed still spoiled with father? I want to be a mother too"

father said as I sat beside my father while coolly embracing his arms, when there was Gus hafidz sitting across without me to accompany

"no papa sir Yahya, his name is also a daughter. must be spoiled as his father is difficult to lose even though there is already a husband"

umma said she was defending me

"yes nih father, besides nur kangen same father has not met for a long time"

"it can be you"

everyone smiled listening to my conversation and father, so broad Gus hafidz who just smiled while shaking his head.I don't know what he meant, maybe he doesn't think with my attitude that is still like a child.

"Abang, now how is the task already a bit loose after the covid period passed?"

gus hafidz asked my brother on the sidelines of a family conversation

"Alhamdulillah has been a bit mending anyway.just yes, yesterday had to be on standby to secure the demo due to the increase of BBM"

"it is certain that the password is very busy, but that is the world, the place is tired, the place is busy, the place of the tempest as well.The important thing is that we do not forget to always be accompanied by bismillah and Alhamdulillah. let all things be done, made easy with God"

babah's wise counsel to my brother

"yes, really that's the main oaling. pray the code of Istiqomah in carrying out the mandate of the state and religion"

"of course, God willing, Babah always prays for the children of Babah to be given the ease in carrying out His mandate in this world"

the night is getting late, the chatter and laughter thrown at each other must end temporarily, in order to fulfill the desire of the body that asks to rest, but not to, so that tomorrow can smile with his physical health.

~

in the morning, everyone was busy preparing all the preparations for the seven-monthly thanksgiving.

I am now here, with the fairies who have come to decorate me since morning like a bride again.

it's just the difference this time I'm not wearing a wedding dress, but wearing a side cloth and a fairly loose-fitting carry-on shirt.

after finishing the dress up, umma invited me to the event room because everyone had gathered there.

for the first time, I saw the tools for a seven-monthly event, starting from the Siraman Hut (including a 2-piece barrel, flowers, dipper), Kelapa gading 2 pieces that have been carved Rama-Shinta, Rama-Shinta,Egg village, 7 pieces batik cloth, White cloth, Eel, Golok for coconut,Tweets for buying and selling rujak, and many more.

after all was ready, the event was immediately started, which was started with the Pengajian event.The verse is read in the form of Surat Ya'asin and Surat Yusuf.

then after that my mother candidate or I change the suit flush complete with bando melati and walk to the flush place accompanied by gus hafidz and was preceded by his parents.

The next event is the customary event husband put the 2 ivory coconuts into the barrel, then in the flush by parents and family in the Tua'kan like umma, Babah and Dad also water my body

after that, the Gonta-changing event fabric while being asked to the guests present, suitable or not the fabric in wear is up to the 7th fabric.

then after that put on the white cloth and Gus hafidz passed the egg into the white cloth sheath that I was wearing, then my father passed the eel into the cloth 7 times.

until the last event at the flush spot, Gus hafidz stirred a barrel containing coconuts like stirring a lottery coupon while facing the guests present, after which took one coconut, if it is taken with a picture of Shinta then later his son will be a girl, and if it is a picture of Rama then later his son will be a boy.it is his word

After that coconut on the sides, his word symbolizes the difficult or easy labor process later, and his dark water can be drunk.

then me and Gus hafidz back to change clothes (should be kebaya clothes) but I choose to wear only the robe, because it is not comfortable if wearing a kebaya that took off on the body.

and get ready like it will be selling rujak. According to the belief of this sense of speech, people can predict the sex of the baby later.

The money from the sale of rujak collected in a bowl or clay jug or story is saved, but the contents are mixed with the real money, the original money, later the bowl or jug was slammed by the husband or Gus hafidz for the process of saweran and his dime in the contested by the guests.

masyaallah this is the first time I see and feel his Hidmat seven-monthly event using custom events.

because if in my village, usually only call mama paraji and invite close people or neighbors to pray for the mother and the baby branch.unless they are the ones who make more money, especially if they are more, of course it will be different.

like now I'm here, spoiled by my husband and in-laws. Alhamdulillahot.

But from it all actually the same purpose, which is for the safety and health of the mother and her baby.