My Husband's Second Love
Episode 33

For a day at the Sekar house I tried to take good care of him. I hope Sekar's return from the hospital this time is the last time he is hospitalized. I also hope that babies in the womb Sekar healthier with age.

Finally the four-monthly event is done simply. Just send prayers and make deliveries for certain people. Although the title is simple but the content in the delivery can be said to be luxurious.

There are food, various wet cakes, pastries, various types of fruit, complete prayer equipment for Men and Women, even bags and containers are part of the shipment.

I also added a sleep schedule at Sekar's house. Mbok Nah always comes with me. This was the only way to prevent too frequent interactions between Mas Han and Sekar.

Mom still calls me a lot, asks how I'm doing. I always ask for prayers every time mom calls, because I can't bear to say that Mas Han lied about my pregnancy. I'll find an excuse later if I miscarry, but I have to wait for the right time.

If you ask me how many months I'm pregnant, I always say I don't know, because I don't count how many weeks I'm late and you'll always believe, because all this time I've been honest about everything. I also warned Mas Han not to take a call from mom, so I had to cry for Mas Han to say yes.

For a while, everything was under control. My mother-in-law was no longer ignorant of her hurtful words either. Maybe he thought I was sincere about taking care of Sekar—yah.not wrong too, but I am sincere with the record.

Months go by, the pregnancy Sekar getting bigger, the more often I come to his house. Every time I go to the doctor, I will go with Mas Han to find out the development of the baby in the woman's stomach. Thank God my son, our son is well developed, normal and in an amazingly healthy condition.

When all is well for everyone in my family, not for me. Lately my body often feels bad, easily tired, and often nauseous. Maybe because I was too tired, my condition dropped.

"Ndoro Putri should rest first, do not do much activity to be healthy again," as usual Mbok Nah sejit my feet.

"The seven months of Sekar is soon Mbok, a lot to prepare," I want to continue to be involved in all the processions that the baby goes through in the womb Sekar.

"Many mengurusi Ndoro Putri, just leave everything."

"No Mbok, I have to go to the event, please get me a book on the table, I want to see what has not been ordered or purchased."

"Ndoro is good."

Mbok Nah handed me a binder. There I wrote down all the needs for the preparation of seven months baby in the womb Sekar.

Mother wants all cooked by herself, both dishes for guests and food for the procession. But I refused, I said dishes for guests are better to order. If the food for the process, there is porridge, dawet, shaved rujak can be cooked alone. I can't imagine how complicated it would be if everyone wanted to cook themselves.

At first the event was going to be held in our house, but I refused, what the neighbors said when suddenly we held a seven-monthly event for another woman. Then the mother asked for the event to be held at Sekar's house, I refused again, at Sekar's house there were not many workers, besides the house was not too wide to hold an event with preparations that she wanted all done alone.

Finally the mother relented, the seventh month event Sekar agreed to be held at the mother's house. I also explained that the neighbors would not be surprised, because the second marriage of Mas Han was also held in the house.

"Everything has been ordered Mbok, tents, dishes for guests have all been ordered. For the food that should exist as a complement to the procession, mom said mom would take care of it."

"We just prepare a costume that must be used mbok, jarit and kebaya his must seven kinds, the motif must also be in accordance with the request of the mother. It feels like my head is about to break."

"Makanya Ndoro must rest, leave all the same me, God willing everything is in order."

"Yes already, Mbok who takes care of everything yes, but my shopping time will come along. Now I want to sleep first, my body feels cold, like the wind is bad Mbok."

"Yes, Ndoro just rest first, I want to talk to Dul. Let's write and read the notes smoothly."

"He'eh."

I tried to close my eyes, my head was so dizzy, my stomach felt like it was stirring. Who the hell never catch a cold, sometimes I do too, but it's not like this. My cold this time is bad, but I keep trying to fall asleep, who knows later after waking up I feel better, slowly but surely my eyes begin to close.

I opened my eyes when my body was swayed by a tiny hand. All the nausea and pain I felt earlier disappeared, when I opened my eyes there was a very beautiful little girl standing by the side of the bed.

"Hi, who are you?" my broom. I looked around the room, there was no one else.

"You are beautiful..," may I hold your hand, the little girl nodded. I kissed that little hand, Hmm.The smell smells like baby powder.

Her face was beautiful, when I looked, her face was like that of Mas Nehan, "where are your father and your mother?" my many.

I woke up, immediately taking a sitting position. I don't know why my dream made my chest tight. What this feeling is, I touch my cheek that feels wet, I really cry. Suddenly I heard a loud noise outside the room.

"Well, kok kak men even turu, kudune ki nyepakke what sing durung cepak, kok even turu, piye boy model ngene iki."

[How the hell, it's good even to sleep, should now prepare all those who are not ready, it's even sleep, how, child kok model like this]

"Ngapunten Ndoro, sampun dipun tangeni Ndoro Putri, piyantunipun sameniko sick, radi mboten sekeco."

[Sorry Ndoro do not wake Ndoro Putri, the person is now sick, not feeling well.]

"Yes Ndak can do that anyway, let's wake up, a lot of this must be bought!" I heard everything from inside the room, I took a breath and threw it away slowly, mother must be angry right now. I'm out of the room, I don't want to be mad.

"Mother," I approached her, and as usual kissed the back of her hand.

"Come, here! anything you have not prepared. You should have said that it was difficult to prepare for the show. Moso just any kok ora becus."

"Have checked all that same Ndoro Putri, this I'm checking again Insyaallah all ready for the day H, Ndoro no need to worry."

"Well, you're all set, if you help me check, I believe Well, you're good at something like this."

"Yes wes, I just stopped by while checking, if everything is ready, I want to continue first, there is a promise with arisan mothers. Wes yeah well, don't stay lo ya."

Mbok nodded, the new mother disappeared behind the door when my belly button came again, cold sweat soaked my body.

"Ndoro, Ndoro should rest again, Ndoro's condition is not good."

I think Mbok Nah led me back into the room. My body's getting limp.

"I make ginger wedang ya Ndoro Putri, let the body warm."

"Yes Mbok, thank you," where you are, I need you now, my body is really not good.

I went back to lying in the room, waiting for the ginger made by Mbok Well, later after drinking I hope my body improves.

I grab a cell phone, as usual looking for news or seeing videos that are interesting and can add knowledge. I was watching a video about a seven-month procession of one of Indonesian celebrities when a pop up message appeared.

From Sekar, I opened the message which turned out to be a photo, below which there is a caption that says,

so I borrowed our husband for a while, we were looking at what to buy in preparation for the seven months my baby was in my womb.

In the photo that Mas Han was facing the other direction, Sekar's hand tightly hugged my husband's arm, when seen his position, Mas Han did not know that he was being photographed.

I close the photo that Sekar sent and open the messaging app, I touch my husband's name, I type a message.

Where are you, I'm sick, my body is limp, can you go home?

Then I touched the send icon, not waiting for a long answer from Mas Han.

Sorry Rum, I am in an important meeting asking for help with Mr. Dul and asking Mbok Nah to be accompanied by a doctor...

My mom wants to go home, your son is sick Mom...

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