My Husband's Second Love
Episode 51

I looked at the account books and ATMs that had moved to the dresser.

I stroked my stomach, "what should you do, son," I felt like my chest was full of weight.

The stack of files I prepared lined up neatly alongside the savings book. Mas Han was right, my son deserves the best. But my decision has been made, I will keep working and I will try to give my best for my son.

I reorganized the files I would use to apply for a job, my plans would not change. I tuck the ATM card in the account book and I keep it in the drawer.

What else should I prepare? after college, I didn't get a chance to think like this. Ah, clothes.I must have appropriate and appropriate clothes to apply for a job.

I opened the closet, my face became tangled to see my collection of clothes, in it there were only a few formal clothes, mostly semi-formal clothes for lectures and casual clothes, after all with a protruding stomach, my clothes must have been a lot that did not fit, how is this?

"What are you looking for?" I didn't realize that I was caught off guard by my mother.

"Shirt," my eyes are still focused on everything in the closet.

"To apply for a job?" I looked at my mother and nodded.

"Yes" I replied.

Mom smiled, walked over and grabbed me by the shoulder then pushed me slowly, "now you're taking a shower," continuing to push me towards the bathroom, "after that the most comfortable clothes," said mom while picking up the towel on the hanger and handing it to me.

I was confused but I just followed. From inside the bathroom I shouted, "why am I told to take another bath, Mom, I took a shower."

I didn't hear any answers from outside. Yes, take a shower again is also not a problem, let my body more fresh.

After the shower, I saw that my mother had also changed into a more neat outfit.

"Mom changed clothes too? where are we going?" I opened the closet, picked out the one shirt I was most comfortable wearing.

"We're shopping, mom's paying, later if you're working, you can change mom's money."

I walked closer to my sing, hugged her tightly, "mother is the best mother in the world" I whispered.

"Yes..have you got another mother to compare with?"

"Come on," mother pulled my hand out of the room, "you wait in the yard," then left me alone.

It turns out that mom took the motor parked next to the house and led her out, "this time it's a bonny mom."

Fortunately my choice of clothes was right, a culott suit and a loose top. I had forgotten that now I was no longer driven by car, but had to ride a motorbike in the car.

A matic motorbike whose age is no longer young accompanies us along the road. The sun is no longer too fierce because it is approaching its time to go home behind the horizon. The wind churned our way through the twilight.

I'm heading to a mall that's not too big.

"We buy three pieces of official clothes that are comfortable for pregnant women, we continue to direct health checks to the hospital where you were last checked."

What can I do besides hug mom's arm tightly, "thank you, ma'am, but the hospital is a little far from here."

"All right, let's get out."

Because the mother is an expert in clothing models, so we do not choose too long.

"Other times I'll set it up for you," still had a talk like that when we made the choice, "if buying is expensive," whispered the mother while looking left right worried that someone heard, shame, already intention to the mall to find cheap clothes.

I laughed a little, I just realized my friendship with my mother was much reduced since I was in college, "sorry Rumi ya Bu, all this time Rumi rarely paid attention to mother."

"Hush..stop sorry!" mother whispered hit the back of my hand.

The trip to the hospital was not as long as I had imagined. But indeed we have to do Maghrib prayers at the hospital location. The old one is a queue to check. You know what the queue of obstetricians is.

After going through several examinations, thank God the results are good. Me and my son are healthy, no abnormalities or problems were found.

After checking until the house is quite late, I just found out that my mother is a wonder woman who can ride a motorcycle as far as the distance we traveled earlier without complaining. Only my back feels sore from sitting too long.

After washing my feet, face and changing clothes, I chose to lie down to relieve the tension in the back area. Mother accompanied while stroking and rubbing my back slowly, it felt amazingly relieving.

"Tomorrow would you like to apply for a job where?" ask mother.

"In the madrasa Elementary School at the end of the bu alley, who knows need a teacher."

"Do you need to help you get to the owner?"

"If for example Rumi can not get a job, for the needs of the baby Rumi can use his father's money."

Silence, mother did not answer. I know how hard my sing is. It must be in his heart that he disagrees with my intentions.

Mother patted my back slowly, "already ah..Mom is also tired of knowing, it's good to ask for these things continue, sleep there, rest well, tomorrow I pray all your efforts smoothly."

I nodded with a smile, "aamiin."

As was the custom of my mother, I patted the pillow a few times and put it again in the reversed position. Ah..comfortable feels. My eyes grew narrower, drowsy, and my vision became blurred. Just going to sleep, I was surprised by the sound of the message tone ringing and the brightly lit phone screen light.

Who the hell..night-night send a message?

I saw a pop up message that appeared at the top of the screen, from Mbok Nah.

Mbok Well? what's the matter?

I immediately opened the messaging app.

Assalamualaikum Ndoro's daughter, Ndoro Sekar had given birth, her daughter but died.

My head was hit like a hammer, dead? sekar's son died? I imagined Mas Han with his sad face.

What happened, why his son died, how could Mas Han leave Sekar who was going to give birth to come here this afternoon. There is anger in my heart, what kind of father are you?

What about Han Mbok?

Ndoro Kakung just came, did not seem to know that Ndoro Sekar gave birth.

Whahuh?

How could Mas Han not know, mbok?

Ndoro Sekar gave birth impromptu, surgery he said.

The operation? Pick up my phone.

I turned the messaging application into a phone connection, several times the ringtone reads Mbok Nah has not also picked up the phone. Long enough before finally being lifted, I immediately stormed Nah with a series of questions.

"What happened to mbok?" my first question slid without further ado, even the greetings I forgot to say.

I myself do not understand Ndoro, but from what I heard is actually his baby was originally still alive

"Continue?" if you are alive at first, what happens?

Ndoro Sekar forced the move to a smaller hospital, Ndak know why, Ndoro Kakung just arrived last night at eight o'clock, the baby is dead.

I remember again, what time was Han coming home from here, more or less it was true that he would be until around seven or eight in the evening.

"What about mom and dad?"

The problem is that Ndoro Sekar does not tell anyone if he wants to be born. Siti alone does not know, Ndoro Sekar pamit same Siti out for a moment so. Eee..real operation.

"Now what is the condition of Mbok's main house?"

Geger Ndoro, Ndoro sepuh Ajeng ngamuk-ngamuk, Ndoro sepuh Kakung silently did not say a word.

"Mas Han?"

Ndoro Kakung Nehan, lemes from earlier, his eyes blank, asked not to answer.

"Thank you, I'll call you back tomorrow."

Yes Ndoro, Assalamualaikum

"Getishalight."

My body is limp, I put my phone on the bed. I'm sure I won't be able to sleep with such a deep sadness going on there, however they were once my family, part of my life.

What makes me even more weak, Sekar's baby who died was a woman. Whereas this afternoon when USG though still not so clear, my baby was a man. The gaze of the little girl who held tightly to my hand in the dream that day came back to the picture. Forgive the little girl, if you are not selfish...

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