THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Need Mapati?

Pregnancy during the first trimester is quite troublesome. Physically Via as drained. Due to his strong determination, he managed to complete his final tasks.

Farhan actually could not bear to see his wife's struggle to finish college. However, Via was so determined to finish college before she became a mother.

After entering the second trimester, changes begin to occur. Morning sickness has decreased. Via has started to be able to enjoy eating without frequent mutating. Only when he smelled a pungent smell did his stomach crackle. His face was not so thin. Via's hips have also widened.

However, his attitude towards the husband increased. Sometimes, Farhan was a little troubled to face the change in attitude Via. But he is more patient. He remembered his promise to understand his wife.

Farhan had to allow Via to cook even once a day. This was because Farhan could not stand the whining of his wife. Via sulks when Farhan does not give him permission to move in the kitchen. Farhan relented by giving a limit only once and must be helped by Bu Inah or Mbok Marsih.

When the wall clock in the kitchen pointed to the number 6, Via has completed the breakfast menu cooking activities. Mbok Marsih who helped him still clean cooking utensils.

“Mbak Via, Mbak content Via enters fourth month, right? When to meet?” ask Mbok Marsih.

“Mapati? What is it, Mbok?” Via asked back.

“Mapat from papat word or four. It's a salvation event for 4-month-old contents. At that time the spirit was blown into the baby branch,” said Mbok Marsih while continuing to wash.

“Oh, so. Via does not know. Later Via ask to Mas Farhan. Thanks for the reminder, Mbok.”

He rushed to the room to clean himself up. When he entered the room, he saw Farhan was neat with his suit. Via smiled as their eyes clashed.

“Wah, my husband is neat. Then, Via shower first, yes.”

“Wait! When you cook, the smell of asem is not?” Farhan approached and showered Via's face with a kiss.

“Ih, what the fuck? Ni Via wants to take a shower. Smell,” elak Via.

“For Mas still fragrant tuh. Want to bathe?” Farhan made an offer.

Via just sneered. He's going to the bathroom right away. If done, it will certainly not be finished. Farhan chuckled at the scorn of his wife.

While waiting for Via to take a shower, Farhan checked the incoming email through his phone. He deleted all non-essential emails. Its activity was stopped when the scent of rose burst out. Farhan memorized the scent of bath soap Via.

“Hhmm, have changed the aroma. There was the smell of roasted chicken now the smell of roses,” Farhan said as he watched Via.

The platoon only retorted by showing off her sweet smile. The curvature of the thin lips is what Farhan often missed when not with Via even if only in a matter of hours.

“Hubbiy, earlier Mbok Marsih asked when to meet. Need not, anyway?” Via recounted her chat with Mbok Marsih while wearing her hijab.

“Mas also do not understand about the tradition of mapati. How about we ask your father or mother?” Farhan made an offer.

“Bby. But, you better not over the phone. We're going to dad's house, yuk!”

“OK. Later afternoon after returning from our office to there, yes!” Farhan agreed to the Via proposal.

“Today there are no client meet events, right?” ask Via.

“Seems not. Let's ask Arif later. We have breakfast now, yuk!” bring Farhan.

Via nodded. They also left the room to the dining room.

They went to the office that morning together. Edi's holding the wheel. It's been three days since they were like that.

After hours of returning from work, they headed for Mr. Haris's residence first. Farhan and Via want to talk about custom.

Their arrival was welcomed by Mr. Haris. The senior doctor had just arrived home, while Ms. Aisyah had gone home a few hours earlier.

"How are you guys? Healthy?" ask Mr. Haris.

"Alhamdulillah, Well, we are healthy" Farhan replied.

"Via still often nausea and vomiting?" It was Bu Aisyah's turn to ask.

"It's not so often. Mostly if you smell a pungent smell, which is not like Via, the stomach of Via is in revolt," said Via.

"How company? Smoothly?" Mr. Haris asked again.

"Alhamdulillah, the development of profits is quite rapid. A while ago there was a little problem. There are people who are trying to hack company data. Good thing that Edi and his friends are quick to overcome this."

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. Mother, where's the conversation partner?"

Ms. Aisyah smiled and then got up from her seat. Via stood up.

"Let's go, Mother," said Via.

"No. This time let Mother do it. Sit down!" Ms. Aisyah gave the order gently but implied firmness.

Via sat back down. While Ms. Aisyah passed by leaving the living room.

"Dad, there's something we want to ask about the pregnancy of Dek Via" Farhan said.

"Didn't you guys consult Linda's doctor? Have you seen Dr Linda again or not? Your consultation is scheduled for the 25th, right?" cecar Mr. Haris.

"Yes, Dad. We've consulted with Linda's doctor again. The first time the doctor told us to consult a month after the first consultation or notice. Since there was no notice, we consulted a month later. And, 4 days ago we had a second consultation" Farhan explained.

"Then, what do you want to ask?" The forehead of the future grandfather is wrinkled.

"On the matter of meeting, Dad. The tradition of selamatan for 4 months of age. Earlier this morning, Mbok Marsih asked when he wanted to meet. Via is confused. Shouldn't you be able to find out?" Via asked.

Mr. Haris smiled. A thoughtful impression emanated from the face of the nearly 60-year-old man.

"Mapati is a Javanese tradition. Right for 4 months. In Islam, there is no order or recommendation to hold a 4-month salamat so."

"So, is that contradictory?" Farhan interrupted.

Again Mr. Haris smiled wisely. He continued, "Awhile, Han. In the hadiths Muslim history described the process of human creation. For 40 days in the form of ****, 40 days later a lump of blood, then the next 40 days into a lump of meat. Then the angel blew away the spirit and recorded 4 things."

"What are those 4 things?" Edi also noticed.

"Four is his life, his death, his charity, and he becomes a wretched or happy person. So, by the time the fetus is 3 X 40 days or 120 days, equal to 4 months, the angel blows the spirit and records these 4 things." Mr. Haris paused for a moment because Ms. Aisyah came with a drink.

"Morally seru? Let's drink first!" Ms. Aisyah invited and then sat down at the place she was back.

"This, Bun, the problem is fulfilled, " replied Mr. Haris.

"You want to make a show? When?" asked Bu Aisyah enthusiastically.

"We are asking for the consideration of father, Mother," replied Via.

They all looked at Mr. Haris as if asking the man to give certainty whether he should not meet.

"Depends on the intention and content of the event. If his intention to pray for the baby and his mother is certainly not contrary. Then, the show is filled with remembrance, recitation of the Quran, also giving tausiah, is good. Especially helping the poor and orphans." Mr. Haris gave a detailed explanation.

They nodded in understanding.

"Farhan understands, Dad. What if we keep holding? We invite the children of the orphanage as well" Farhan said, staring at Via for approval.

"Via agrees. How about this weekend?"

"Can. Can Father and Mother attend?" Farhan stared at his parents.

"God willing we are present. Don't you, Bun?" Mr. Haris throws a question to his wife.

Ms. Aisyah nodded while showing a happy smile. That afternoon there was a decision about the tradition.

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