Winter in Hokkaido
Chapter 15 part 1: Patience

I wish I could go to Hokkaido. I saw on social media a lot of news about the snow festival in Sapporo. It would be nice to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere and winter scenery there. However, my pregnancy has not been stable. Still vulnerable if I force it to travel far. Hopefully next year we can go there with a full family.

Last year's holiday, I could only be at home with my husband. Heavy rain all night new year makes us lazy to go outside the house. In addition, there is a sense of boredom to see the new year in Jakarta which is the same every year. Nothing special, just like in this new year celebration.

My husband didn't even take the new year off on the pretext for later when I gave birth. However, he also said that there are many big projects that greet his work at the beginning of the year. I also accept the decision and focus on maintaining a good and wise pregnancy. As the advice of the obstetrician, take plenty of rest and eat foods that are high in nutrition.

Fortunately, in this first pregnancy I did not experience any health problems or morning sickness. There are no weird cravings, other than hoping to go to Hokkaido. Even though that hope often tides.

To just wash my eyes and get rid of the boredom that struck, I always peek at the beauty of Sakura Country via the internet. Dreaming of being in Sapporo City Park making a snow doll, then eating a bowl of Ramen. Oh, enjoying!

So focused on looking through the scenery video in Hokkaido, I forgot to prepare dinner. My husband is coming home soon. Lately his appetite has been on the rise. Arriving home, she must have been looking for a snack to connect to dinner. I am pregnant, but the one who eats a lot is her.

I saw the food supply in the kitchen, it turned out that a lot had run out. It is impossible to shop in the afternoon like this. The streets must have been jammed, and many food ingredients were not fresh. I'm confused about the dinner menu.

I tried calling my husband. In the refrigerator there are only eggs and chicken for side dishes. I wanted to ask for his opinion, because this morning he said he was tired of eating processed two proteins. I called twice, but there was no response. Maybe my husband is driving or his phone is in-silent. I also sent a short message to get my husband to buy dinner outside.

In the meantime, I'm collecting ingredients to make pancakes. The welcoming celebration of the arrival of the Beloved.

How else, only the appetizer that I can make in accordance with the ingredients available. Making it is also not too difficult and the material is not complicated. Enough eggs, wheat flour, sugar, liquid milk, butter, baking powder, and a little salt. The most important thing in making pancakes is that it does not take long to make them.

Pancakes full of love for my beloved husband are ready. Topping her I made two kinds, namely one with red sugar in the style of Surabi Sweet Bandung, and one with strawberries. I can't wait to hear a compliment from my husband's mouth.

I opened the phone, then explored WhatsApp. Huh, the message I sent has no reply yet. I see the status has been read. I tried calling again, but my husband's number was off. Maybe the phone ran out of battery. Thought. I just wait, he'll be home soon. I better clean my body first.

My body was fresh and fragrant after the shower. The clock showed me the numbers that my husband should have arrived home. I'm starting to get a little anxious.

I called again, but the phone is still not active. Could he be stuck in the street? I just wait while opening the video streaming service application. This first pregnancy made Korean movies and dramas my constant companion. Sometimes so cool, do not feel the time passes very quickly.

Outside the day it was dark. The sunlight was perfectly lifted.  There is a growing sense of uneasiness, because if I come home late my husband usually gives me news.

I tried to contact Ferdi, a division friend with my husband. But it turns out he's out of town, on a new year's vacation. I'm becoming increasingly made unsettled. Honestly, I'm scared. Fear of it repeating itself.

The clock kept turning. The number is in the position of half ten nights. Where's my husband? Why hasn't he come home yet? The night was getting late without any welcome.

I try to debunk. No more thinking and suspecting him. After all, the bad thoughts ended up just torturing my mind. A little sleepy, I waited for him to come home.

I didn't feel like I was asleep on the couch in front of the television until I was finally woken up by my husband. I saw the clock ticking at 11:45 (23:45).

“New kok home, Yah?’’ I try to get up from the sofa.

“Iya, it was overtime because there was a meeting with a client from abroad.”

“Cock not ngabarin Mommy?”

“HP Dad low-batt,” clear while giving food packaging.

I went to the kitchen to serve the food she brought. It's really dinner. Eat in the middle of the night.

After I opened it, it turned out that there was only one packet of food containing rice, Beef Teriyaki, Tempura, vegetables, and tomato sauce. “Kok is just one, Yah?”

“Daddy has eaten,” she explained half-screaming. He stepped the stairs to the room.

Hearing the answer, I had no appetite. I held back the hunger and waited for him to come home, but he ate outside without telling me.

There was a sense of anger, but it was already night. I also do not want any more quarrels considering my condition which is now pregnant. However, there was still a sense of tightness sneaking up on the chest seeing his attitude back to being strange.

“Kok only views!” I was quite surprised my husband was suddenly behind me again with a towel.

“No lust,” sahutku ketus.

“Sorry, when Dad wants to ask Mommy who wants to eat what, Hape Dad died.”

“Iya.”

She hugged me. He seemed to realize my appetite was gone because I was irritated.

“Who did you eat with earlier?”

“Means?”

He responded by asking for an explanation. My question seems pretty clear. Was he just trying to take time to put together an excuse?

I didn't want to be suspicious, so I spouted fear. “So whose dad ate dinner?”

“Yes, same client, Bun. Last night after the meeting, we continued dinner to a restaurant near the office.”

“Really?”

My husband took off his embrace. “Iya. Why the hell, Bun?”

“No, just aja.”

“Ya. Daddy shower first.”

“Delay make Pancake.”

“But Dad is full, Bun.”

“If you don't want to, just throw it away!”

Irritated, I rushed into the room. I better get some sleep. Thought.

Even though he was still full, but at least he should have tried to calm me down. Taste even if only a mouthful. Why refuse immediately? Or say you'll eat it later. There is no talk at all to calm the wife.

Did he not know that the pancake was made with a full mind? A loving mind to welcome him after work.

“Iya, later Dad eat after shower,” he said after seeing my face pouting.

However, it's too late. He said that when I climbed the stairs. It should have been said when I first offered. My frustration has grown by one level.

I turned off the room lights, put the body on the mattress, and pulled the blanket over the body. There is a less pleasant experience if I am unable to dampen the emotions in the middle of the night like this.

I try to relax while closing my eyes. The goal, of course, is to be able to sleep immediately. Leaving all the resentment tonight in dreamland.

When the dream came close, the light of the lamp surprised me. Spontaneously I looked towards my husband.

“Sorry, Dad is looking for clothes.”

He quickly turned the lights back on. Then, he took a sleeping position next to me. While I was cuefully behind him.

It was hard to close my eyes again. I pulled the blanket over my head.

I pulled out a part of the blanket that covered his body tightly. She was in action, but only said “Bun..” After that she instead hugged the bolster. Though I was in front of him, while rolling behind him. I feel like I have no use getting angry myself. Slowly but surely, I closed my eyes again while having all my might dampen the emotions.

My head felt dizzy when I woke up. I saw that in my room there was no husband. Looks like I'm bad luck because last night it was hard to sleep. I rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

“August, Mother!” greet my husband smiling.

I did not have time to answer his greeting because I was surprised to see at the dinner table already served breakfast.

“Why just bengong? Come breakfast!”

“This is the Dad who made it?” tanyaku while looking towards the fried rice that seemed delicious.

“Iya dong's. Special for Mother and our baby candidate,” he replied while stroking my stomach.

“Since when can Dad cook?”

Yeah, I'm surprised. Since when my husband could cook, I never knew that.

“Mother forgot yes? Dad could cook. Come eat, here it is postponed first!”

I tried one spoon of fried rice. Tasty. The fried rice is delicious. The texture of the rice I like the most. It turns out that my husband can cook rice with a soft texture, but not soft when made fried rice. Fitting roof. The red and white onion blends perfectly. Yes, because the main spice in fried rice is onions. Then, the perfect level of maturity of chicken, vegetables, and eggs makes the taste on the tongue so delicious. The food is better than mine.

“Nak right, Bun?”

“Hem, ordinary only.” I had to lie so she knew I was still upset about her attitude last night.

“But, it's over. Want to go again? Here Daddy get it!”

“Yes because hungry from last night have not eaten.”

After breakfast, my husband told me to take a shower. He said he would clean the dining table, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor.  I know he did all that so I wouldn't sulk again. Yes, it was effective enough to make me smile again. Wordless seduction that every woman dreams of, I guess.

After taking a shower and applying makeup, I approached my husband who was heating the car engine. Today he looks different.

“Well, when are we going to Hokkaido? Mommy can't wait to get there.” I tried to seduce. Utilize the momentum of guilt that pervades him.

“Lah, we have agreed to Hokkaido to be postponed next year only until Dede was born”, the response is soft.

“But Mother is now also strong to go there, will not be why-why.”

But after conveying it, the head suddenly hurts and feels nauseous. I ran straight to the bathroom, and my husband followed.

“Bun, Father does not want to make Mother happy. Dad is just worried, this is the first pregnancy and I noticed the condition of Mother is also not stable”, he said while rubbing my shoulder.

“Mother wants to see snow there. This is also innate cravings.”

“Not before becoming pregnant Mommy really wants to go there?” concluded.

My husband flicked my gun. I thought she would be devastated if I said my wish was innately pregnant.

“Yes already, if Dad does not want to nemenin, Mommy can go alone.”

“Bun, don't sulk that way. This is for the sake of our mother and future children. The trip there is hours plus the weather is very cold. Fear with the condition of Mother like this even later have a serious impact on the health of Mother.” content

“Daddy hope Mother why-why?”

“Not so. It's just anticipation.”

The debate inside the bathroom made my head even more dizzy. While showing a sour face, I walked into the living room. Then, sit on the sofa by crossing both hands on the chest.

“How about we wait another 3 or 4 months? Mother's condition must be more stable. This is also according to the doctor's recommendation.”

What, 4 months left? Winter in Japan is usually only until the 3rd week of March. If after that, why go to Hokkaido. Although after the Snow Season changed Spring is full of Cherry Blossoms, but I have already enjoyed it there.

“Mothers want to enjoy the snow, not Sakura, Dad!”

“But usually many tourists vacation to Japan because of Sakura, right?”

“Already! Mother lazy arguing.”

“Kok debate anyway, Bun? It's in discussion,” catches it while kissing my stomach. “Yes right, De?!”

“Ya already, anyway later in the afternoon Mother wants to check with the doctor to get a recommendation.”

“Why not now the same Dad?”

“Not Dad ready to go to work?”

“No, today Dad to his office noon.”

“Terus that why has manasin car from earlier?”

“Yuk, we're leaving now! Dad grab a phone for a minute.”

Tumben once he leaves for the office during the day. This is the first time he's been so. Usually, he was even very afraid to be late by a single minute.

We headed to the hospital where I used to check on my pregnancy. Along the way, I felt nauseous again. Yesterday my condition was fine.

Half an hour later I had a health check and a pregnancy. Starting from the physical examination, namely weight, height, and abdominal circumference to blood sampling to check hemoglobin levels.

I lost 3 kg, I also felt the shrinkage. However, the thing that makes me sad is that the doctor said I should reduce strenuous activity, should not travel far, rest at home, and pay attention to the nutritional intake of food. My HB is only 9 gr/dl. That is, I have mild anemia. Normally, the HB of adult women ranges from 12-15 gr/dl. It's pretty dangerous to my womb if ignored.

I also received the doctor to rest, pay attention to his diet and nutrition, and take blood-added tablets regularly. With a heavy heart, I will have to wait for winter in Hokkaido until next year.

“Tuh right, said Father also Mother better rest a lot and also eat a lot,” said my husband when out of the hospital. “Now Daddy between Mommy home. Continue to Dad later immediately leave for work huh?”

“We go to the supermarket first, Yah.”

“Buy what?”

“Food ingredients are up.”

“Emang Mommy strong?”

“Well, Mommy is not sick, just a little dizzy.”

“Yes already, this is it, Mother noted on the phone want to buy anything. Let Daddy shop later and Mommy wait in the car.”