Parents For My Baby
Go home

I stepped out of the hospital, took my phone from my bag and ordered an online taxi to take me to the bus terminal. I'm going back to my town, after three months I've been stranded in this town. Not long after the taxi I ordered arrived. Along the way I looked at this city that had been a silent witness to my memories with the child I had just born.

Still vividly remembered I walked in front of the shopping complex with a kind woman named Winda who is now her adoptive parents. We shopped happily to meet all the needs of the baby in my womb. No tears flowing back down the cheeks.

'Oh my God, why does it still feel so sick?'

I took my phone and I saw a red newborn baby still wearing a towel on his body while it was still being cleaned by the nurses at the hospital. Then I opened a video that was recorded by Miss Winda, when my baby first cried, and when she was sung adhan by Mr. Arif, her adoptive father.

'Son.' I said in my heart.

"Mba we've reached the terminal." Suddenly a voice startled me.

"Yes sir, thank you." I said, then I got off and paid the taxi fare.

I set foot on the bus that would take me to my destination, Solo. I waited so long in the bus, the bus finally left. I went down the road that bore silent witness to Randi's death, who led me through this road while abducting me and then raping me in a state of great pregnancy. It hurts, that's all I think. It didn't feel like the three-hour ride put me to sleep on this bus. Maybe my body still feels so tired after giving birth.

When I set my feet again in this city, I felt the tightness of my chest. Still vividly remembered in my memory, three months ago as I walked this street, with a heart so painful it carried an innocent baby in my womb.

Well, the way home to the house always passes Randi's house. The venomous man who tricked me into his seduction. I close my eyes, I don't want all the memories of my being with him coming back. And I don't want that trauma to come back to haunt me in every one of my dreams.

It was so hard for me to escape the trauma Randi had done in my life. I also sometimes still feel fear when I imagine myself walking alone in the middle of the forest with a body full of wounds.

I should have realized from the beginning, he was just playing me, he still had a whole family. Even my sisters have warned me repeatedly, but I always ignored them. I thought all the sweet promises that were said to bind me to a marriage bond were our previous promises that had been delayed. 

I felt so messed up after we parted, that I heard Randi's parents took her to Sumatra for something I never knew why. We were separated, and I didn't expect anything from him, I hoped that something uncertain would be even more painful. I was so naive and innocent then.

After 15 years of his return, I think he will truly realize our long-delayed ideals first. But all his promises were fake. Even after learning of my pregnancy, she easily left me. Still remembering her last words when she dumped me and rejected the child in my womb.

"I'm not sure it's my son Mila, nor does your first husband believe Amanda is his flesh and blood, let alone me who doesn't have a marriage bond with you" she told me with a sneering and cynical smile. After all the sweet memories I had with her, it was so easy for her to say that to me. My heart ached, when I knew that everything that had happened in my life was part of his plan to destroy my family.

I didn't know he held such a big grudge against my family. I should have been in a relationship with him since school, but I was too naive. Until all this happened to me, and by the time I regret it it's too late.

My world was shattered as if it stopped spinning as he dumped me. Even my mother also had to be a victim because of my actions, Mother died after knowing the truth that happened to me.

I really did not expect the carelessness that I had done had such a big impact on my life, even my family took it. Dad was so devastated after being abandoned by Mom, his days were not as happy as they used to be while still with Mom.

My family finally kicked me out when I was six months old. They don't want anyone to know if I'm pregnant without a husband. My little heart is struggling, but I have to be strong because this is all for the good of my children and family. Dad is indeed a very respected person, of course he would be very embarrassed if one of his daughters became pregnant out of wedlock. I also don't want Amanda, my only way daughter, to be more suspicious of my growing belly.

At that time my family hated me so much, even since my mother died none of them wanted to talk to me. I'm willing to follow Dad's wishes, I'm sure this is the best thing for our family. "The door of this house is always open to you when you can leave your child to the right person. Believe me Mila this is the best decision, you certainly do not want your child to get a sneer, very bad for the psychological development of your child, you do not want your child, I'm sure this baby will definitely meet the right person to accept and love her." Those were my last words before I left.

My father told me to go to Mba Tari's house, coincidentally one of Mba Tari's friends who wanted to adopt my son, would not want me to support him. At that time I was sure, my son would have been well cared for by him. But on the way to the airport, Randi kidnapped and raped me. He even grabbed me and threw me away like trash in a wilderness far from where I live. Maybe he was hoping that I would die, but in fact I could still survive. And from that incident finally met me with the person who helped me and wanted to adopt a child in my womb.

Even my fate is much better now than Randi, who might rot in prison. The demands given to him are not just one demand but are demanded by various layered articles that increasingly incriminate his sentence.

Finally the taxi that brought me to a minimalist house in gray. A house I have missed so much. 'Amanda, mama's coming home, Mila's father' My inner self is in my heart.