My Life Diary
31. Pregnant Again

" What do you say?, sixth wife?" said the father in a voice full of emotion.

" Yes, sir!, Muly was also shocked sir, Muly just found out this is all from Ina's sister, that's because there are mothers who come to Muly's snapped house, Muly, even Muly is also said to be an actor" I explained while wiping the tears.

" But, you once said, that Usman is a widower!, meaning they are all his ex-wife, where is his fault?" firmly mom.

" Buk, bang man never divorced his wives, but his wife sued bang man, because they could not survive anymore, bang never gave a living for her children".

The silent father of a thousand languages restrained his anger, visible from the look on his face.

" Is this going to happen to you Muly?" mother asked very concerned to see me crying.

I told him everything, from the change in attitude to the bang man, ever bring his children from his wife live with me and ever the arrival of the son bang man from his second wife carrying a wedding invitation, ever, until the arrival of Nayla's grandmother who denounced me as an actor, now there is nothing more that I cover up about my household, my mind is empty.

" Where is Usman now?" ask the short man who has heard my story.

" Muly doesn't know sir!, Muly left the house, Mom...What should I do now?."

" Mom, you have to be patient, maybe you're Usman's last wife, you should remember Amira, she's still very small." suggested the mother.

" You don't have to go back there!" I said a different opinion from my mother.

" Sir.., you can't, the problem must be solved, maybe Usman changed sir!"

" No, I'm not sure he can't change, well.you don't have to go back there, yes, listen to your father" said the father as he moved from his seat and into the room, he said, leaving us both with mom.

Seeing that my father had entered the room, my mother approached her seat with me.

" You don't have to listen to your father, don't rush to make a decision" said the mother also.

" yeah already, you rest there, later woke Amira.

A few days later....

Suddenly Amira cried, I woke up from sleep, and took Amira to breastfeed, when I held Amira, her body was very hot.

O Allah...Amira's body is very hot, how is this?, I must wake the mother.

"Fatma..., wake up deck! please call mommy back" I said while building Fatma who slept one room with me.

" Why brother?"

" Amira's sick on deck, call mommy back."

With a swift fatma hurriedly exited the room calling for mother. Not long after that, my father and mother went into the room.

" O Allah.Why Amira?" I asked the panicked mother to see Amira crying.

" Amira's body is hot sir!"

" Yes buk, how is this?" I was so panicked, that Amira was never this hot."

" Fatma, please go to the kitchen and take the onion and the oil, you put it in the dish yes" mother asked Fatma.

" Muly, take Amira to the living room, not in this stuffy room" said the father.

" Yes sir!"

Mother made our traditional medicine from small to fever first aid.

Onion mixed with oil in the brine to the body Amira.

" Sir, please pick up the young jasmine leaves outside, Fatma..

yep, hold the flashlight!" pinta mother.

" yes ma'am, " replied Fatma who rushed out picking jasmine leaves.

Jasmine leaves are mixed with water in the crumbs and then filtered and give a little sugar, and then you drink Amira two tablespoons.

After being given traditional medicine by Amira's mother had fallen asleep again, my mother and I slept in the living room accompanying me.

I couldn't sleep well, because I was worried that Amira would wake up crying again.

Morning time....

I intend to take Amira to the puskesmas because her body still has a fever. Because Amira is still bobok I get ready to take a shower and wash clothes.

After I sun the cloth, I suddenly got dizzy and fell down. Fatma who saw me immediately came out and helped me.

" Sister Muly, what's the big brother?" ask Fatma who let me in.

" Sister doesn't know the deck, suddenly sister's head is dizzy, maybe brother is tired."

" Muly, all of you will check into the health center" said the father who is ready.

" Fatma don't have to go with mom, yes, at home just company your sister, let your own mother just work"

" Mom not alone?"

" No papa, tomorrow if Amira is healed, you can come with me again."

After my father took my mother to work, he took me and Amira to Puskesmas.

Arriving at the Amira health center is examined and given heat-lowering drugs.

" Buk, this seems like his mother also had to be checked, had dizzy and fell" said the father to buk midwife.

" Oya, then please lie down first, let me check".

" Sir, please carry Amira back to ya."

After being examined by the midwife the results were very surprising to me.

" Congratulations yes! are you pregnant again?" say buk midwife.

" Ah, what buk?, am I pregnant?."

" It seems unlikely, my son is still six months old".

" Is there a KB program?" ask the midwife.

" No, ma'am, but I haven't had a hitch in two months"

" Nah, that means the mother has been pregnant for two months, to be more accurate again mother, we test urine first yes, please mother put urine into this bottle" say buk midwife while giving a place to collect urine.

I went to the bathroom to collect urine, then the midwife put a test pack into the urine, a few minutes later two red lines appeared that made me very surprised.

" O Allah...how is this?, I am pregnant while my son is still very small, is this your answer to the problem I am experiencing now" I murmured in my heart.

I came out of the room very lethargic, so the question arose from the father.

" How did it go?, what did buk midwife say" asked the curious father.

"Sir..., am I pregnant again?" I said I hope you're not emotional.

I looked around the room, and took a deep breath.

" Ni, carry Amira! we're going home now."

I took Amira from my father's sling and rushed to the house, my heart was very messed up and stored the sadness that I could not say with words anymore, I was mistaken for the KB program, I was wrong, but not allowed my husband, willing to be alone to the midwife but I was never given the handle of money.

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