Ode To Latitude
Mia Sastria Bhanurasmi
“This is your supply box, mama put it in the other bag. Formerly finished” Regata put the lunch box in his other daughter's bag, so that the provisions do not spill. Although the tupperware used to fill the supply is claimed to be anti-spill, Regata remains worried that the contents of the provisions made are scattered everywhere.
“Bi, please anterin Mia to school, today I have morning service at IGD”
Regata asks Aunt Nina, her housekeeper, to take her daughter to school.
“Good mbak”
“Hati-hati” said Regata delivered her daughter and Bi Nina to her doorstep.
“Papa doesn't want to know your husband has to take responsibility! Fuck his career!” Danu Atmaja, Regata's father growled furiously when Regata told him that Lintang was being called back to the national plate.
“Papa, please pa. Don't tell her to the latitude or her family” pinta Regata rests at her father's feet.
“You put where papa's self-esteem is? Papa's political opponents must have been happy to hear this news” Danu pointed to –hint his daughter's face, rude.
“Pa already pa, already! Ata has confessed. Now is not the time to blame each other. We think of a way out for our son” Arimbi Sukoco, Regata's mother pulled her husband's arm to stop pointing at her puri. Arimbi could not bear to see his daughter stripping hysterically in front of them. As a woman and a mother her instincts are moved not to drag on blaming her daughter.
“See this! You believe too much in your child, until his behavior becomes like this! Papa doesn't want to know mom takes care of him, don't let this matter drop papa's political career!”
Danu leaves Arimbi and Regata hugging each other in the living room.
“Halo Bi, Mia has arrived at home?” ask Regata to Bi Nina over a cell phone.
“Already mbak. Now again eat” said Bi Nina
“Today's English tutoring schedule. Aunt don't forget anterin”
“Good mbak”
Regata stared at the screen of his phone. The smiling face of his daughter showed dimples, on the left cheek. Just like his father.
“Come on, a little more. Breathe in!”
“The support should not be shifted dock, just do not be forced” Midwife instructs Regata to distribute.
“Push again doc, the baby's head is visible” Midwife again instructed Regata not to break the circulation.
“Arrgggghhhhh” Regata screams in pain as baby gets out. His head seemed to want to break, and his body seemed to be torn in two. Regata felt himself on the verge of death.
“Do not while shouting! the more pain later ngedisanannya” other midwives remind Regata not to strain while groaning.
After a long struggle, a beautiful baby girl was born. The baby's first cry made Regata forget all the pain and struggle during the labor process.
Mia Sastria Bhanurasmi, the name agreed between Regata and Arimbi.
Regata's father refused to come from Jakarta to Yogyakarta to see her daughter's delivery. Arimbi hides Regata in her native Yogyakarta, to prevent news of her daughter's pregnancy from spreading.
“Ata, now you are Mom and Mama already oma. Take good care of your mother's granddaughter. Whatever will happen in the future, you must remember, now you are not alone” Arimbi hugged Regata who was breastfeeding Mia, channeling all the love she had for her daughter and granddaughter.
“Dok, there is a patient referral surgeon. Operation plan this afternoon” an IGD nurse meets Regata in the canteen.
Regata ended his lunch and headed straight for IGD.
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