TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Pregnant?

"Assaalamu'alaikum Ma!" my broom when I get into the house.

Mom then pulled it out of the kitchen, then walked up to me. Seeing me carry a suitcase this big made mama very surprised. The reaction was the same when I came to this house when Mas Alif was working in Australia. I get asked a lot of questions.

"Why are you, son? That's fine, right? Why bring a big suitcase? Where's alif?!!!"

"Ma! One-on-one dong tanyanya. I'm so confused."

"OKAY. Now Mama asks, why did you come here with a big suitcase all over? You ran away from your husband's house?!" My mother accused me of running away. Yes, even if Mas Alif does not allow it, a vague plan had crossed my mind anyway.

"Nala kangen with Mama, the same Papa. So Nala wants to stay here. Can ya?" I asked with a face.

"Alif knows?"

"Know Ma. The man who brought me here."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you stop by first?"

Nah. What is the right alibi this time?

"Emm. That, Mas Alif immediately returned to Ma's office. There's important business. Tomorrow, if there's a chance, it'll be here."

Oh God! Sorry I lied to my mom. But I'm afraid Mama will be disappointed or angry if she knows the truth.

"To office? Isn't this the office hours? Your father is already on his way back here." Mom is critical. It's hard to lie to my mom.

"Eh? That's Ma. He said he'd be late."

"Oohs. Yes, that is it. You go to the room first, Mama wants to make dinner."

"Back Ma!" Before passing I took the time to kiss Mama's cheek at a glance. Then I went upstairs to my room.

Cklek!

I opened my room door. Soon I get into it. Nothing changed for the three months I died. Wall paint that is still dominated by pink and gray. A cabinet containing novels and many teenage photos. And also a bed on which many dolls with various sizes. All the things are still in their place. Mama must have kept her in case I came like that today.

"Huhhh!" I threw my body on the bed. Until the dolls are neatly arranged so messy. Some even fell on my face.

I cuddled my dummy with soft brown fur. "I'm here again. You guys aren't the same as me?"

"What's? You guys miss me too? Emm. The sweetness!" I kissed a lot of my dolls, baby

Nah. Just crazy people.

At that moment I heard the sound of the engine. It must be papa's home. I rushed out of the room and greeted Papa in the living room. Papa must be surprised to see me.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Papa started to enter the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Papa!" Like a child who hadn't seen his father for a long time, I immediately hugged him tightly. Sipping deeply into the scent of the man who became the first love of my life.

"Loh Nala's? You're here?"

"Yes. Nala's kangen!" The posture of my papa is still firm, with this small me exactly like the ape that is tangled in a tree.

"Udah. Papa let me take a bath first continue to pray maghrib in the mosque," ordered Mama who came from the kitchen, still holding the spatula again.

"Yes Ma." I also obeyed Mama, immediately released my embrace to papa.

"Look, Mama you're jealous of course because Papa you hug," kelak papa who was immediately glared at by mama.

Even mama threatened to hit with a hot spatula if papa didn't get ready soon. Make papa run straight into the room. Seeing how romantic my mom and dad are when it's old age makes me jealous. Can I and Mas Alif be like that?

Ah already!

Seeing my mother return to the kitchen made me follow her from behind. I want to help her cook. "What's Ma?"

"Rock meat."

Deg.

It was my favorite food, Mas Alif. What has he eaten yet? Later if late eating may be ulcer relapse.

Uh! Nala stop!

Just an hour apart, have you thought about it?!

Let her be. It's big too. Surely it can cook itself even if only a flat egg.

Eh? But Mas Alif is allergic to eggs!

It's nothing. Later if hungry and lazy to cook he can also go out to eat. If you do not order food directly to the house. Beres!

"Nlade!"

"Yes Ma?" This inner war keeps me from focusing.

"What are you daydreaming about? Mama called from earlier not nyahut-nyahut!"

"Not Ma. Hehe. What did your mom say?"

"Please prepare the dishes at the dinner table. The cuisine is ready" said the mother repeating her instructions that I did not listen to earlier.

"Oh. Yes Ma."

As my mother said, I immediately arranged the dishes. Spoons and forks. Then my mom brought a dinner menu.

"Loh Na's? Is this the only two dishes? Make papa your mama?"

Aye? Did ya?

I saw the dining table again. Is correct. I only prepared plates for two people. Maybe my hands are used to preparing meals for me and Mas Alif. So without being told to be automatic already so.

"Judah if that's how Nala takes one more plate."

After preparing for dinner, my mother and I went to their respective rooms to perform the Maghrib prayer service. After that, return to the dining room to wait for the return of papa from the mosque. No need to wait long, papa has arrived. We finally had dinner together. Long time no get together like this, makes me excited to discuss things at the dining table.

The wall clock is eight o'clock. My mom and I were watching television together. With my mom and dad sitting on the couch, I pick out a slipper on the carpet and make your thighs a cushion.

"When did you come home?" ask papa.

"Why is that? Want Nala to go home quickly, right?"

"Come on! Must be dong! Nala kangen is also the same mothers who guard the stalls there."

"So they love free snacks, right?" said Papa.

"Fright!" My answer is to make papa anxious himself until ruffled my hair. Yeah! Genderuwo is this.

"Ish Papa! Don't dong!" my run while justifying my messy hair back.

By the way, my mom from now on was just quiet? I usually like to talk to my dad. "Pa. Mama, are you quiet?" I asked, but I was still focused on watching tv.

From the corner of my eyes a little visible movement papa who was originally facing the tv like me, now facing my mother. "Just Mama you shut up Na! People go to sleep first."

I also raised my head. Seeing mama. Mama is sleeping. Papa immediately moved from his seat. Then with a hand signal told me to step aside from my mother's feet. With a gentle papa directly holding a mama ala bridal style.

Duh! Make your child envious.

"Papa's going to the room first. U're sleepy. You when you're done don't forget to turn off the tv."

"Hm. Yes," I said lazily.

"Why so rich? Iri ya see the romantic mom equally papa?" Isha! What the hell papa inim if nebak kok like true.

"If envy please send Alif here to carry you" said papa before passing from before me. If only I didn't remember that mom was asleep, I would have yelled at papa by now.

I turned off the tv and went to the room too. Although already on the mattress, under a thick blanket, also surrounded by warm dolls, but my eyes can not be invited to be closed. Just piss me off. My brain keeps thinking of Mas Alif at home. He's been eating the tomb yet? She's asleep yet? Is he still working?

To the extent that my hands are also in action. Picking up the phone and typing a message with Mas Alif's destination number.

Mas, what's sleeping yet?

Send? Delete it? Send? Delete it?

Akh!!! Finally I can just squeeze the keyboard delete. My phone was I slammed on the bed. I finally decided to stand on the balcony. The cold night wind was on my face. But I don't care about this cold. Still want to linger standing here, dissolved in his own pikrian.

"Ma." A soft voice called out to me from behind.

"Eh? Ma'am? Not just sleeping." My mother was suddenly in my room and was standing on the balcony with me.

"Yes. My mother woke up thirsty. Right through your room, it turns out the lights are still on," he explained.

"I still haven't drowned Ma," my alibi.

"Na. You've been caring for your mother and raised for twenty-four years. Mama has already done right with you. Even if your mouth says it's okay, but your eyes can't lie to you. Mama knows that you have a problem with Alif. But whatever your problem, face it with a cool head. Differences and misunderstandings are common in marriage, especially the age of your marriage is still short. Make every problem of your household a stepping stone to live a better life in the future."

"There is no problem that cannot be solved. So I hope you can solve your problems soon." Mama gave me a lot of advice tonight. Of course, that advice is very useful to me. And God willing I will too.

"But Ma. Nala still wants to be here. At least for a week. I'm still the same house."

"But your husband also stayed here. Don't you have any pity that he's home alone? Nobody's looking, nobody's taking care of it either."

"Hm. Maybe tomorrow I want to talk to Mas Alif."

"Pinter! So new is the name of his son Mama," said the mother while stroking the top of my hair. "Yes, Mama's gonna grab a drink first. Don't stay outside for long! The wind will catch."

"Yes Ma. I want to sleep again."

Mom then left in front of me. Leaving me alone and contemplating my mistakes. It is true what my mother said. The problem had to be solved with a cold head. If the fire against the fire, instead of extinguishing but instead blazing even bigger. Fire should be fought with water, then sooner or later it will be extinguished as well. If Mas Alif is still angry with me, at least I should be more patient. Apologizing first is not a weakness. But it's the power that shows the spaciousness of our hearts to apologize. So I decided tomorrow to discuss this matter with Mas Alif.

*******

The next day I helped my mother cook in the kitchen. So this morning's menu is the same as fried chicken. Surprisingly, when making sambel and maa fry terasi, the smell of terasi that I usually like so suddenly stinging in my nose. I even feel like I'm gonna throw up. But I'm holding back this nausea, I'm still washing vegetables. But the longer the smell made me dizzy, and the nausea was no longer able to hold. I ran to the toilet next to the kitchen.

"Jeek! Yuck!!" I spit it all out until I was relieved.

"You why Na?" Mama came running around while massaging my nape.

"Jeekk!" After everything came out, I immediately rinsed and flushed the toilet. "I don't know Ma. It was because of the stench of stinging! Nala doesn't like it."

The worried face of the mother turned one hundred and eighty degrees, so it was very excited. My mother led me to my room and laid me down.

"You wait here! Mama's going to the pharmacy first. You're not going anywhere! Don't move too much!"

"Why the hell Ma? My guy just got in the wind. No need to go to the pharmacy. Just buy drugs in the wind at the store." I was the one who was about to move was immediately detained by my mother.

"You said Mama! Understood?" Mama if you have spoken while glaring so it means no more objection. I also nodded in understanding.

After a long wait, finally mom returned with a tangab carrying a bag of crackles. He gave it to me and I opened it right away. It made me look surprised. I thought my mom would buy me medicine, but apparently bought me a pregnancy test kit. Unmitigated, my mom bought me five tools at once with a variety of different brands.

"Ma? What does this mean?"

"Tell me again, you didn't know that?"

"Yes knows. But why did Mama buy this?"

"Because I thought you were pregnant. It was vomiting like that when it just smelled terasi."

"Nala just got in the wind Ma," I said.

"Try Mama asked. Are you late for the month?"

Uh. My mother's question got me thinking. Yes too, huh? I haven't been to the moon in a long time. "I'm two weeks late, Ma."

"Well!" Mama was screaming very hard. Makes my ears kind of stuffy.

"Mama! Don't yell next to Nala dong's ear."

"Mama was happy. Mama's guess must be right. Let's check it out there!" My mother pushed my body into the toilet.

But before I close the door, I blow my head again. "Ma, but I'm afraid the results will be disappointing."

"Udah is nothing. What matters is checking first. Let Mama not be curious anymore."

I also obey Mama's words. Go to the toilet and check it. After a while of waiting, then the same sign appears in all the tools. I got out of the bathroom and went to see my mom.

"How did it go?" Seeing the face of my mother who was very enthusiastic made me not have the heart.

"Ma. I told you that you should not be disappointed with the outcome." I was breathing. And staring at my mother.