My husband, I Love You
Journey

I carry my son's little body, no matter what happens I have to stay strong. I walk my feet through the crowds of the road under the scorching sun, where should I go? Should I go home to my parents? But there's no place for me to hide other than that simple house.

"Mama.... Shasy thirsty ma! Shasy walk alone is already big time fat later mama tired of pity," cheerful smile of my daughter as if to make a whip for me to stay excited.

"Why are you crying again? I'm not around, Aunt Yessi doesn't know we're here ma!" The little hand tried to wipe my tears that kept flowing without me being able to hold it.

"Mom don't cry anymore, we'll throw bad papa at grandpa, ya ma," Shasy my daughter with her thin hands rubbed my still sassy tears rolling down my cheeks without me being able to prevent it.

Finally, the train that will take us to my hometown which is only one city away, has come to a long whistle. In a moment I will leave a city filled with a million bitter memories, and a speck of happiness I once felt as a wife and son-in-law of the man I love the most, and a mother I respect a lot.

4THN AGO ABOUT LATITUDE MARRIAGE, IWAN

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Four years ago with the spirit of graduation I achieved with a plus, at the high school level. Giving myself a strong urge to pit my fate to the capital, armed with middle-class wisdom and skills that I had acquired during my free time.

I worked in an industry in the textile field, and I was just a day laborer as a tailor for a very large company.

My encounter with Mas Iwan was a story I had never imagined before, we love each other and are sincere in the name of love I am lulled with all his seduction and persuasion until the night becomes heaven and calamity at once for me.

Long story short then I was positively pregnant, the world seemed destroyed and dark instantly. My father suddenly had a heart attack when he heard I was pregnant out of wedlock, even though living in a small town my father had a pretty decent job in my village as Lurah, of course the mistake I made was a very tarnishing thing his good name image.

My marriage with mas Iwan on the basis of liking, we got married in my residence and impressed in a hurry. There was no celebration, only a kabul ijab inevitably my parents had to approve this marriage, because gradually my pregnancy would be big and obviously be the gossip of the people around us.

The day after the marriage, Mas Iwan asked my father and mother for permission to take me home to the city, citing work that could not be left too long.

Hoek....

"Heh... A little polite why the hell! Basic hick people too, mentang mentang pregnant just want to vomit in any place, wide literate eyes can not heh? I'm eating this, you village!" Spicy indeed the words of my sister Iwan, Yessi a mature girl who always looks beautiful and a little glamorous, and always looks at me with hatred even though honestly until this moment, she said, I am still confused to find answers to what mistakes I have made from this family, other than because I come from a simple family in the village.

"Have you why the hell Yessi... She is pregnant you must understand, someday you will also be like her," mas Iwan came on time and gave a defense against me.

"Heleehs.... I was pregnant once too, Iwan! But not spoiled either..." Mas Iwan's mother who came from behind and uttered words that I never expected at all after a few days of living in this mansion.

That was the daily treatment I always received in the house of in-laws. I'm not the daughter-in-law I'm expecting in this family, but the maid who has to do the whole job.

"Force mother Lintang, try to follow her will, later mother will also understand you for a long time," mas Iwan still maintain his opinion.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I answered while sitting next to him with breakfast, for he would soon have to leave for the office.

"Iwan, just try to marry the daughter of a richer person! Of course he will be able to help you, and lift you in financially or at least have a better future in old age, unlike him! Just let's just say he's here." Whisper slowly my mother-in-law as I walk towards the kitchen.

"Yes.... How else, Mom! Already already, yes later if it has been stuck will just stay divorced to, easy!" It was as if this heart was being shaken and wistfully listening to the nonsense of my mother and husband, it seemed like there was something they had planned for their future and that of me who had this big pregnancy.

Perih... But it's possible this has been my fate and the child I bear.

The treatment of my sister-in-law and also my mother-in-law increasingly gave me misery, until the day of my estimated birth (HPL) has arrived.

Mas Iwan my husband, was out of town because of duty and I admit that in recent weeks Iwan was rarely at home even though just asking the condition of the child in my womb.

Suppose today I should give birth on my own without my husband accompanying me, I should remain firm and strong.

My only hope is that after the birth of my daughter, I will be able to open their hearts to give a little love to my grandchildren and my sister-in-law Yessi.

I tried to call mas Iwan through his cell phone call, repeatedly and finally answered too, a little relief in the heart and reduce the pain I felt.

"Mas... Looks like I'm going to give birth, I need you mas, go home!" My love gives a little emphasis because after all I hope for the birth of my daughter with the Iwan mas beside me.

"Lintang, you can call a taxi and ask for help to be delivered to the hospital! I'm busy!"

Tut's...Tut's...Tut's...

The sound of the phone was cut off unilaterally, the pain of my eyes, but dry my tears to just cry. I struggled with a bag with some need to go to the hospital.

I was really a very useless person in my in-laws' house, even as I walked towards the courtyard with great difficulty from enduring the pain, sister still fun to play her phone while lying on the sofa.

While my mother-in-law said it was still bad, "Your star if the hospital ride an angkot only cheap, then ask for the cure gene rik only cheap! Let's not waste money in vain just for your labor." Talk while passing by leaving a taxi ride to go to the association of the mothers of tajir who became his best friend.

I can only hold the pain and getting sore, I open the savings money from my work first, the contents are still good enough for the cost of labor.

I walked alone to the ojek base, carrying a bag of needs that I might need at the time of delivery later.

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To be continued 😉