My husband, I Love You
Birth of Ayu Nimashasy

All the joints in my body feel numb, I have to keep fighting to bring my son born into this world! I was liked or disliked by my husband's family.

The sound of my son's crying gives me strength of its own" Mommy congratulations! Healthy mother with kela type min daughter, beautiful like mother, baby is ready to read the mother's adhan!"

"Has my husband come?" Back to the very painful question for me.

"My husband's duty is out of town sister, can I accuse my daughter?" I asked steadily, maybe this is the beginning I have to be a mother and I have to be strong.

"Happy Miss Latitude! your daughter was born perfectly healthy and beautiful" Doctor Dian, who was following the nun who was holding my little daughter, greeted me with her distinctive smile.

"Suster, let me read the Adhan to him, I think Miss Latang better rest." Doctor Dian grabbed my daughter, then grabbed her and whispered laflladllz adzan in the right ear of my daughter.

Gratitude and relief surrounded my feelings and limped by this situation, Dian doctor who was always there at certain times when I needed, help and encouragement he always gave me.

Two days after delivery, the doctors and nurses let me go home, I walked alone through the hospital hallway with my daughter in my arms, and one hand held the bag where I needed to.

"Who's mom's family no one's picking up?" Doctor Dian Satyanagara stamped the name tag on her chest, greeting me with a little bit of my innate probing.

"Here Mom, help me! I still have a lot to rest, it's too heavy for me!" The young and cute doctor grabbed the bag I was carrying and took me to sit on the hospital lobby sofa.

"Mother nobody's picking me up? From yesterday I noticed that she was alone in the hospital even when she gave birth to her own, "the soft voice greeted me, a little awkward as well I answered her question.

"My husband is on duty out of docking town, and maybe my mother-in-law is busy, too!" My answer is trying to convince.

"I happen to be going home, Mom, I can give you a ride to Miss Lintang, let me help!" Doctor Dian doesn't seem to want me to argue, whereas to be honest, I do need help.

"But doc, let me just order a taxi!" I tried to refuse, so as not to reoccur the events as before, mas Iwan who always held suspicion of the first doctor Dian handling my womb which from the beginning was problematic, with my health.

"i'm going to take a nurse, who also happens to be one-way with me, to help Ms. Lintang," doctor Dian remained steadfast in taking me home.

finally, a nurse accompanied me with the permission of Dian as the person in charge of me.

The traffic light on the protocol road, opened my eyes wide, when I saw the car right in front of the car I was riding in was a car Iwan, with a woman who was struggling spoiled sitting next to him, I try to stay strong against everything I see. I'm still heartened that maybe it was just an accident.

With the address I gave to Dr. Dian, the car that took me home to the house-in-law, stopped right in front of the gate of the mansion.

"Thank you Doc, sorry I couldn't get the doctor to stop by, thanks again for the help." I said with a smile.

Doctor Dian's eyes panned sharply at me, I patted away my shame and awkwardness on him.

The doctor who always paid attention to my womb from the beginning until there was a dispute with mas Iwan. now, as if little by little began to be able to read my life.

Just now I set foot on the front floor of the house, I have heard again the word spicy swear from my mother-in-law, "wah, nifas is also just starting to be weird with other men, you are indeed a woman who does not know shame!"

"Astaghfirullah, Mommy! He's Dian's doctor who has been handling my womb, even mas Iwan also knows it well, mother," I think with the presence of my daughter, mother-in-law will change, I think, at least want to receive a grandson from his son Iwan, even though he hated me half to death.

"oh.. good doctor, that's yes! right said Iwan you have an affair behind your marriage, or maybe the baby is not Iwan's flesh blood,"

"Mother...! I'm not that cool Mom!" I want to argue with more words, but what power my condition is impossible.

"ah... already, bring the bastard in! and remember sleeping in the back room! cause I don't want the smell of rancid as the baby's crying disturbs my hearing!" yessi's clasping was no less painful in my ears.

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Almost entering the third year of my marriage was a total bitterness for me, but I had to keep fighting, it was my determination for the sake of my daughter I had to be strong.

To cover my own needs I have to work, Shasy was forced to leave it to the child day care foundation, because at home with them it was impossible.

I work in a supermarket to cover my own needs with my daughter, because if I just stay at home just rely on spending money that I never get from mas iwan, because if I just stay at home, obviously this will add to my oppression in my household which has always been controlled by my in-laws.

The love of mas Iwan that I had felt from the beginning met, then married and lived one roof with my in-laws and sister-in-law, slowly disappeared as my daughter developed.

Let alone to just joke or talk seriously with me, even to pet his own daughter I can count with my fingers.

In this big house I am just a maid without a salary and still burdened for electricity costs on the grounds that I also use water for bathing and lighting at night.

I don't know what's on their minds, so my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law hate me so much. Moreover, Iwan never minded my existence in the house.

I often find perfume or lipstick stains on her clothes, when I wash her clothes.

"Mas, why on Iwan's clothes is there a lipstick stain?" I asked one day but what I got was not an explanation but a painful insult as a wife who was too neglected.

"Don't you ask about that, Lintang! You are out there meeting other men I also do not mind, why just a stain on the shirt you are busy stating? Your job in this house is as a wife, if something is dirty then clean it up!" Tight and painful, Suspicion for no reason he always used to find fault for my faults.

"I'm your wife! I'm entitled to ask you about all this, mas!"

"Aahh... know what you are about all, I saw you long tired! It's done all your work, it's a waste of my time!" My tears just escaped, it hurt so much.

I always tried and became strong for my daughter and her future, never thinking of leaving or rebelling about their justice or even thinking about divorce, all the quizzes go all the way maybe this is only a while and will improve after this.

POV Latitude end.