
My beautiful husband was immediately aware of the news of my pregnancy with my mother, do you know what they are doing?
They huddle boisterous, ngrencanain this it. I got confused. This is whose son, woy?!!!
Why mama even seems very compact with Ridho.
"Maaaah, this pregnant is also still a bean. You guys are so excited," I said who was dizzy added dizziness.
"It's okay, isn't it Dho?" mom asks for support from my daughter.
"Yes, Mah" said Ridho
"From now on, you have to reduce your activities in the office, Reva. Don't be too busy, and don't go home in the afternoon, you better be picked up by Ridho. Mama does not want anything to happen to the prospective grandchildren Mama," said mama without pause.
"Can you get Dho to pick up Reva?"
"Can, Mah..." Ridho again cosplay be a ghost who dirut-nurut bae what the in-laws say.
"Yes a canuun, a very suwer..."
This afternoon I he asked to rest, he said pregnant women should not be tired. I was being watched as I thought, but they were both too cute. Yes, my mom is Ridho.
The time I got out of bed was not allowed, he said his rest time was not fulfilled.
Finally yes, this is how I rwmahan aja cake sick people, but mah I yes strong. No more dizziness either. Saturated in the room want his nyap the same next door neighbor, huddle about the new occupants who he said introverts do not want greetings the same bu RT and its ranks.
The soul of our kepo is struggling, just read from the group chat ijo. More fun to meet up while ngeteh-ngeteh in front of his terrace bu RT who happens to be aing neighbors, his house next door exactly. Especially if he makes a really good vegetable bakwan, beuh professional friedman mah lewaaaat.
"Jeez, Mama Sama Ridho wants to make me stress what the hell?" I'm not sleeping clearly.
Ridho had permission to go to the office to take documents, he said two would like to work at home. He has permission as well, Mr. Bagas, said he could.
While the mama again uplek in the kitchen he said again make porridge for Ijo beans for me. Let me not lemes, and he said so that the baby's hair a lot of kriwis-kriwis like corn hair.
Sometimes I don't understand the concept of a real mom. My stomach is still flat, God, my mother has thought that far.
And just so cool open a group chat mothers complex, some say that semalem there is a child who chews again the streets around the house Bu RT.
"Around the house bu RT? means my deket house is also dong?" I started kepo.
Yes he said his son saw fit in the car, they happened to abis streets and home kemaleman. Well his son call it Ranti ma'am, well his son Ranti is called Dimas is about 17 years old. He could cry out to demons and the like. Pas ngeliat tuh kunti gelong-jelong aka streets around the complex, he immediately told the same story bu Ranti.
And Ranti ma'am who is a timid person, immediately fanned at WAG, wes anyway on the scene.
Koplaknya there's a comment, "There's a photo of the mount, ma'am?"
Oh, my God, Retno aya-aya wae. Dikira the Dimas joined the team of ghost seekers who are on tivi what is the way. He asked for photographic evidence of everything.
Instantly I would have noticed that I was squirming that there was a shadow on the window curtain. Or maybe it's a creature that is again combined with the capital in this complex.
"Why not sleep?" mommy tau-tau just come in.
"Emh, people can't sleep, Mah.." I'm alone in a pile of soft pillows.
"Nih, Mama makein beans ijo. Mumpung is still hot, delicious to eat.." said mama.
And creeeeettt!!!
Not intentionally pensket voice note at WAG ibuk-buk Rempong.
"Counties?" mumbling mama.
I reflex matiin that voice note before Miss Ranti nyerocos more restive.
"Mmmpuuuss?!!" I'm in the heart.
"So what was it, Va? The kunti? is there a demon here?" ask mama.
"Yes .. Yes wherever there must be such a creature, Mah. Maybe there's mom at home, too,"
Plaque...?!
Mama clapped my arm, "Don't tell me it's like that! at home where there are mama," said the mother who was rather worry.
"You should be careful, Reva. Moreover, you are pregnant again," continued mama worried.
"Yes, Mah. There are or no demons also I am careful, besides there is a mas Ridho who diligently njai in the room. Surely the demons are not at home in this house," I said pede.
"Not only Ridho is diligent, but you are also Reva. Do not pray for you, let alone for you again-"
"Pregnant? yes, Maaah. Reva knows.." I'm a robot mama said.
"Tah etaaaaa, the new ayeuna of Mama's son." said mama whose language is mixed.
"Eat first the porridge nuts, sweetness or what?" mama gave me a white bowl filled with burjo.
I tried the burjo that my mom made, and it never felt like a failure. Delicious as usual.
I can only lift one thumb, "Enak, Mah. Sweetness fits.." I said.
Mama smiled, "Thank God you like it. You see, pregnant women sometimes like weird, like when mama was pregnant. Mama most do not like the smell of garlic, so eat always buy, do not like to cook. Uh, it turns out that just like the gedenya, the kids can't cook,"
"Yeuuh, the mama. Ngledekk..."
"But luckily your husband was patient, Reva. Mama spet thought, this is Ridho again khilaf what is the time to say that he was serious with you, and dared to face a mother who did not welcome at that time," said mama.
"Don't say kayak is like dong, Mah. If he suddenly blasts his khilaf to be berabeee.." I said, and mama laughed.
"Hahahahaha, yes too. Lucky you Reva. Mama saw Ridho is very dear to you, and mama sure he will be a good father also to the granddaughter of mama,"
"Hopefully yes, Mah.." I said.
Because we don't know what happens in the future. We can only try to do our best today.
I finished a bowl of bean porridge that mama made.
"Udah finished?" ask mama.
I nod, "Udah, Mah..."
"Yes, mommy brought the bowl down, huh? you just rest. If you want to sleep, now it is still at 1 pm, and wake up later before ashar," said mama.
"Yes, Mah..."
Mom came out with a bowl in her hand. While I try to make a sleep after drinking water, so as to say sweet taste in the mouth.
"Hoaaamph, they are still talking about the kunti." said I who briefly saw their conversation in the group chat.