Only I Love
Chapter 49

"Ma, I understand that Ama thinks the role of a wife may be different from what I think. However, I want to be honest with Ama, that I can't just be an ordinary housewife."

Ala spoke carefully, trying to convey what she thought so as not to offend Ama.

"Ekhem ...." The father-in-law cleared his throat.

"What is believing that you as a woman have potential and personal dreams that you want to pursue. Do you know you also want to be an independent woman, have a proud career, contribute to society. However, we do not want you to be too tired" said Apa.

"Not too tired anyway, it will not even manage our children how? Later then, the edges are still the same as betrothed?" sela Ama's.

Ala bowed resisting the turmoil in the chest. "Ma, did Ama forget? Ama used to be so scared if I was just a wife who could spend her husband's money. Now, while I'm not bothering anyone, Ama still doesn't agree. So, what do I have to act like in order to live up to Ama's expectations?" Ala's eyes had shone, holding her heart back from meled4k.

"La, I've." Rafatar mediates a dispute between his wife and mother. He stood right in front of Ala, rubbing Ala's arm so that the emotions he was holding on to subsided.

"Well? You turned out to be this way, huh? You always play a victim limited to everyone when you just want to argue the word parents. Don't-don't, you're divorced because you like to argue the word husband huh?" Venna folded both hands on her chest staring at Ala with a sharp look.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I went into the room first." Ala turned around not letting everyone there know that she was crying.

Rafatar tries to hold back, but Ala refuses her husband's hand and goes into the room. Rafatar looked at his mother for a moment. He scratched his back head, and finally followed his wife into the room.

"Ma, don't you? Ama should also understand that Ala's position is different from that of Ama. Ala has a career outside too right? Yes naturally he can not be as perfect as Ama in repairing the house," said Apa berated his wife.

"What the hell is it? Even remember him? Should have bought Ama? This even blamed Ama?" Ama glanced at her husband sharply.

"Come on, Ma. Here What not scolding anyone. We should be able to respect each other. After all, she's our son's wife. That means Ala is our son too! It will be from her womb that our grandchildren, our successors will be born into the world. So, Ama must control herself in speaking! Poor Ala, even so months of anger Ama," said Apa advising his wife.

Ama frowned, showing her disapproval.

"What, according to Ama yes like that. If he continues to fall asleep like that, if not advised even ntar. Therefore, from the beginning we have to tatar. Let Fatar be happy."

In the room, Ala sat on the bed. Several times, his hand moved rubbing the tears that were endlessly falling on his cheeks. Rafatar who had just entered, looked at his wife's trembling back.

"Sorry, Honey ...." Rafatar sat down and hugged Ala from behind.

"Why do you apologize? Uda is not wrong. I should have thanked Uda for standing up for me. Forgive me for making the atmosphere of our home uncomfortable, as Ama said," she cried in the arms of her husband.

"I understand what Ama is thinking. Ama certainly does not want her child to feel suffering because they have to do everything alone. Ama loves Uda very much. But, Uda will know for myself that I want to achieve a balance between career and family at once. I'm sure, even though the world continues to defy all expectations, but your support, my husband I'm sure all of those things can be realized."

Ala tried to convey what she was thinking. Although, she was a little hesitant, it was impossible to say bad about the woman who gave birth to her husband.

"You don't worry, honey. I understand and accept everything about you. Whatever it is, it's important that I feel happy when I'm with you."

Ala turned her body, this time they faced each other. Ala returned a hug that had been given to calm her down.

"Thank you Uda" she said, thankfully this time she felt loved by her husband.

Ala reappears in front of her parents. "I'm sorry yes, What, Ama ... I'll try again well after this."

"Then you want to stop working?"

Ala shook her head. "Right now I still feel capable, Ma. If one day anyone can replace me, I will give up all for the sake of being a good wife to Uda, and a daughter-in-law like Ama wishes.

Ala nodded. "Well, what and Ama sit down to rest as comfortably as they do? I'll cook you lunch menu."

"I'll help" Rafatar said following Ala.

"Well, does Fatar help everything? Is that really the wife's job?" mumbling the mother-in-law pursed her lips.

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The next morning, Ala got up from four in the morning to prepare all the breakfast menu better than before. After cooking, he swept the floor until mopping, cleaning the dust.

After all was done, he whistled to work. Home in the afternoon, he deliberately entered the market to buy food stacks for the next week. Arriving home, he separated the meals based on each box and began preparing dinner. At night, he also had to serve at night so that the life of his wife's husband still runs as it should.

Tampa realized that time was passing and his body felt so tired and weak. When the in-laws came, not getting a trace just made him feel very lucky. For the sake of perfect as the expectations of in-laws, and for the sake of still being able to finance his parents, without him realizing his body became increasingly thin and always limp.

The activity of being a daughter-in-law of hope and filial children continues to occur until Ala only realized that she had never come a month since before marrying her husband. After she counted, the marriage was three months old, and during that time she never got pregnant.

Ala tried to contact her husband. Several times trying to contact, the call was not answered.

"Maybe Uda is busy" he murmured.

Ala sent a message her husband's head would check with the obstetrician. After work at Pondok Pesantren, Ala took the time to go alone to the obstetrician.

His body felt very tired, but there was hope in the presence of a baby who could become solace.

Moments later, the doctor who examined Ala congratulated him. "Mom's gestational age is twelve weeks."

"Alhamdulillah" said Ala happily.

"However, it seems like Mom's weight is too low. Well, in relation to pregnant women, you should meet the nutrition and nutrition well." The chief doctor glanced left and right.

"Where's the husband, Mom? Why not check with your husband? This is done so that the husband can know how his wife is pregnant. Moreover, this is the first pregnancy. This is very risky," said the doctor concerned.

"It's okay, Doc. My husband is busy. So, he didn't get to deliver here." Ala looked at the clock on her wrist.

"I think I should go home, Doc. I have to prepare dinner." Ala hurriedly pulled her bag.

"Wait, Mom!" intercept Doctor.

"Why, Doc?"

"This vitamin recipe can be used to support the health of pregnant women and babies in the womb. Mom, don't get too suspended, okay? A lot of rest also let Mom's weight go up quickly."

Ala did not listen to the advice clearly. He just nodded quickly pulling the prescription that the doctor handed over and hurriedly left.

Ala drove her vehicle. Somehow his head feels spinning, when driving towards the house.