NOT ME
CALAMITY BUT GRACE (PREGNANT)
“Do you know the girl's daily life?” ask Diego while sipping his warm coffee.
Bram who was sitting next to his brother nodded.
“Already. It's just, it's not easy to kidnap her sister,”
Diego narrowed his eyes and looked at his sister.
“It looks like France is already suspicious. The departure of his son is always monitored remotely.”
“Hmmm .. kidnap blatantly. Let them know. After all, we are their enemy!”
“But Brother ..,”
“No words but. Do as I ask!”
“Good sister.” Bram is gone.
“Clara, you have to pay all!” said Diego with a scary voice.
***
The second day Lucia stayed with Salimah.
Although small fights always occur in the house, but Lucia chose to stay.
This morning, Lucia helped Salimah make a lick.
“Let Lucia wash all her dirty dishes Bu,” bargain when they are done.
“But Nak,”
“Mother ready just the goods you want to bring,” he said with a sweet smile.
Salimah according. Before the woman left, she had noticed a strange look on Lucia's face. The girl looks pale.
“Are you exhausted?”
“Ngak Bu,”
“Enight stay up?”
Lucia frowned. “Neither Ma'am. What's up?”
“Your face is pale son. Don't be too forced if tired,”
“Oh .. possible effects want to come month Bu.”
Salimah nodded then walked towards the trading wagon. Just a few steps, Lucia's voice sounded nauseous.
“Nak?” Salimah ran over to Lucia while rubbing her shoulders.
“Duh .. from yesterday my stomach doesn't taste good Bu.”
“You rest only. Today let the mother sell,”
“I can still do Bu.” Lucia's head feels dizzy.
“Nak?” Salimah shakes Lucia's shoulder again.
Within seconds, Lucia collapsed. Salimah panicked as she shook her foster child's shoulder.
Luckily the neighbors around him were kind and willing to help.
“Maybe she's sapped Bu,” said the neighboring mothers.
Next to Salimah's house, there is a child who majored in midwifery. The 21-year-old girl willingly checked Lucia's situation.
Although only a student, but the girl was quite good at examining patients.
“How is Nak?” ask Arini, when the girl comes out of the room.
“Bu Salimah, do you already know her enough?” ask Arini doubtfully.
Salimah. They just met each other a few days ago.
“What's Neng?” ask the neighbors.
Arini looked sadly at Salimah. For him, this is a secret conversation.
“Mom-mom, let me talk to Salimah's mother four points,”
Arini pulls Salimah's hand into the room. Lucia is still unconscious.
“She is pregnant young Bu.”
“What?” Salimah widens the eyes.
“Is he married?”
“Entah Nak. He himself did not tell much. Lucia always says she suffers.”
“What not-don't, she ran away from home because of her husband's torture?” guess Arini while looking at Lucia.
“But .. she is still very young to be said as a wife,”
“Can't Be Mom. Today many are married young,”
Salimah. He was afraid that something bad might happen to Lucia. Moreover, no one knows for sure the identity of Lucia.
Arini saw doubt in Salimah's eyes. The girl gently patted Salimah's shoulder.
“But son, he will be the lips of the neighbors,”
“Who knows about him? We think positively yes. Maybe he is married but chose to run away because of a big problem,”
Salimah smiled again, though not sincere. Arini, a beautiful girl with a personality that many people admire. Always close the letter and be polite to everyone.
“Thank you son,” said Salimah sincerely made Arini smile in relief.
Lucia opened her eyes slowly. “Bu?” call him.
Salimah ran up to Lucia while holding her fingers.
“Is everything okay?” lucia asked when she saw Arini standing behind Salimah.
The old woman turned around as if asking for an explanation from Arini directly.
“Hai .. it looks like we are the same age,” greet Arini while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Lucia replied to that with an awkward, though smile.
“I'm Arini,” he said while giving a hand.
“Lucia.”
“Mother give a minute yes,” say goodbye Salimah.
Lucia followed Salimah's departure with her eyes. There's something weird here.
“There is happy news you should know. At this time, you are pregnant,” said Arini calmly while noticing the change in the look of Lucia's face.
Seen already. Arini is convinced that Lucia is not married. Hearing that, Lucia widened her eyes while continuing to shake her head.
“Not ... This is unlikely to happen,” he said repeatedly.
“What's up?” search Arini.
“I can't possibly conceive a child of that b4jatan,”
Lucia was shedding tears while holding her stomach.
“You must be wrong. Please say, if you are mistaken!”
Arini is convinced that something is wrong with the relationship until Lucia rebels.
“Are you not married?” the question made Lucia fall silent.
“No!” she cried while holding her head and continued to shake.
Arini approached while holding Lucia's shoulder.
“What's the problem?”
Lucia cries and hugs Arini.
“Please help me. If he finds out, I'm afraid he'll come and hurt me again,”
“Who?” ask Arini curiously.
“Diego,”
“Diego?” Arini frowned. “Is he the father of this child?” continued again.
Lucia nodded.
“Your husband?”
“Not ... I was kidnapped, tortured then he could rape me,”
Arini opened her mouth unconsciously. Apparently, this woman in front of him was someone who was depressed.
“Take it easy. He won't be able to find you here. We'll all protect you,”
Arini tries to calm Lucia down until the woman falls asleep again. In order to keep Lucia from the gossip of the neighbors, Arini also told them all, so they understood and wanted to follow Lucia.
“Bu Salimah, Lucia says she will find a job so as not to burden mom,”
“Ah .. later let us talk about that. Thank you, son, for helping,”
Arini smiled gently and said goodbye, followed by the neighbors.
Salimah rubbed her chest and went back into the room. Lucia was sitting on the edge of the bed with a face of despair.
“Nak,”
“Mother ...,” she said then cried in Salimah's arms.
“Say Nak. I'm ready to hear all,”
Lucia tried to catch her breath so she could tell a story. Salimah patiently listened. It took a long time to finish the story.
Salimah understood and wanted to take care of Lucia and her child later.
“Meeting you makes mom happy son. At least, the mother felt loved by her own child,”
Lucia held her flat stomach.
“Hopefully I can, Lord!”