TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 164. NEIGHBOR JULID.
Some time before.
*We went to Indi Fatan first yes. It's fun to talk about that first.
"In, there's a neighbor who wants to see you and your baby." Miss Maryam went into Indi's room, where she was lying on her back with her baby by her side.
"Why didn't I just ask you to come in, Mom?" ask Indi in a soft voice, because his stomach feels very linu if talking too loud. Even since the beginning of post-surgery Indi was very afraid of sneezing, let alone coughing until every feeling that came Indi will press his nose strong even though it feels annoying when you want to sneeze is not so it is. Yes, you know for yourself.
"So I thought you were sleeping, so I made sure you came here first. Yes, you have, you call them first" said Miss Maryam and then turned back to the terrace where flat neighbors were the mother of the neighbor's mother to enter.
"Assalamualaikum," they all said at the same time as they entered the Indian room.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Indi slowly, while forcing both corners of his lips to form a thin smile.
The mothers of the mothers of five people put their luggage each not far from where Indi lay, according to the tradition that is there if there are new neighbors who give birth then it will be in the nose while bringing baby needs such as powder, laundry soap or baby clothes, and baby clothes, not infrequently bread and light snacks are brought.
"This, neng. Sorry you can only give a little," said one mother who is a neighbor whose house is closest to the Indian and Fatan houses.
"No papa, Mom. Sorry to bother," said Indi still in the form of whispers, that was enough to make his stomach very painful and sore.
Sometimes Indi grimaced when the pain in his stomach continued to come, after returning from the hospital the other day and the bad road that was passed made the former Indi surgery again bleed, and the, fortunately, it has been directly given medicine by village midwives. But still the pain when the time is still back until Indi rely heavily on his mother to take care of the baby.
"Woman or boy, in?" ask Bu Hasanah, Indi's closest neighbor.
The fat woman approached to pick up a wet tissue and wipe her hands before holding Indi's little baby who was sleeping next to her. While Miss Maryam was going to the kitchen to make drinks for her guests.
"Alhamdulillah women, ma'am." Indi answered weakly.
"You sound so slow, in. Biasan also shouted that the fight was the same diamond his son Bu Sukri," asked one of the neighbors whose house was next to Bu Hasanah's house, which was located next to his, Bu Tejo his name is a very chatty person with a variety of bracelets and gold jewelry attached to his body either original or no one knows, but he did the real thing, he did, her husband was only a laborer in the fields of people whose work was only when the harvest and the growing season arrived.
"Kan Indi finished at the fault, ma'am. Yes it is natural that you can not speak loudly," bela Bu hasanah who holds the tiny baby Indi and very red skin.
"Oah, finished the cesarean. He said yes if the cesarean is not yet legal so mother, has not been nervous it feels bad, do not know what it feels like to run the baby through the right path," oceh Bu Tejo as he waved his hand until the circular bracelet on his wrist clashed with each other and made a noisy clanking sound.
Indi can only smile wryly hearing the insults thrown by his neighbor, naturally in the village no one has given birth cesarean. Although the condition of the breech baby will still be tried to be born normal even though it is a big risk for this and the baby. Because for most of the village people gave birth in a normal way more honorable and more considered as a perfect woman rather than having to be at fault.
"Ah, the times are advancing, Ms. Tejo. Yes, it does not have to be normal, if it cannot be forced," said Bu Hasanah again defending Indi.
Bu Tejo just silently heard Bu Hasanah's defense, because actually Bu Tejo was quite reluctant to Bu Hasanah because her husband worked for Bu Hasanah's husband as a farm guard.
"Mother, this please drink first. I'm sorry for just this" said Miss Maryam, who had just returned from the kitchen with a tray of five cups of tea.
"Thank you very much, Mom. It's a little for Dede the baby, save it first, ma'am." Ms. Hasanah pointed at the plastic bag in front of her that was still lying near Indi lying down.
"Mother Maryam, her granddaughter is very small." chirped one of the mothers who sat not far from the position of Bu Hasanah who was holding the baby.
"Well, it's obviously small, ma'am. Wong was born only seven months anyway," interrupted Bu Tejo again as if what happened was a huge disgrace, though it is only natural that the baby is born at the age of 7 months if it is indicated that there is a danger to the baby if not immediately delivered.
The mother nodded, then began to look at the mother of the other mother next to her and began to gossip while occasionally glancing in disdain towards the baby Indi.
Ms. Hasanah glanced at the mother's two mothers sharply, and at once the mother immediately fell silent and pretended to drink her tea while throwing a look in the other direction.
The baby on the lap of Bu Hasanah began to whine, his small voice began to sound but still not as shrill as the sound of a healthy baby in general.
" In, this is your baby's thirsty. Try breastfeeding first," said Bu Hasanah gently while handing the tiny baby to Indi.
But Indi even looked confused, because even to lift his body he had difficulty.
"Indi, that's your baby crying even sleep the hell you are, instead of quickly his son taken directly in the milk." Bu Tejo again issued a strong word while staring at Indi cynically.
Indi was still silent, he could only look at the mother who now also looked at his pity.
"Here, Miss Hasanah let me give you the baby milk." Miss Maryam finally reached out her hand to take the baby Indi from Bu Hasanah's sling.
Although confused, Ms. Hasanah finally handed the tiny baby crying into the hands of her grandmother. And Miss Maryam took a bottle of milk from the heater that Dara bought before they returned to the village a few days ago.
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"Cup, cup, silent cup yes, dear grandma. This is the milk, drink first yes," murmured Miss Maryam fondly fondly of her grandchildren.
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He turned around so that no one knew that at this time the tears that had been in his seat had seeped into his old cheeks.
Seeing the incident, of course, the mothers of mothers who were originally anteng started again kusuk fileak tell Indi. The case of giving birth is different from other villagers.
"Kok not you directly Indi who nyuin your baby, why even in love with bottle milk?" knock one of the mothers with a questionable look.
Indi tried to smile even though his heart was torn apart because he could not love his baby directly.
"Not want to, Mom. Indi has not been strong wake up, the stitches after surgery are still wet so painful if made to move. Anyway it's not formula milk anyway, ma'am it's milk milk." Indi tried to explain his condition hoping that the neighbors would understand and not think.
"Alah, so if you know that you will be rich like this, you do not need to be willing to give birth through surgery. Alone, is it finally? Poor is a doubt," said Bu Tejo endless bullying Indi with a word that is super ugly.