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8. Still Safe

After 5 months of pregnancy, I started eating rice and returned to normal, although my taste was still uncomfortable. The duration of time to the bathroom is also normal, not express. Homework is back to normal.

From the prediction of the first check to the midwife Puskesmas, my fetus is predicted to be born on June 20. But in that period, only spots appeared in my underwear.

Until one Maghrib, when I was washing clothes, I suddenly peed uncontrollably. I think it's my water breaking. But because it has not been heartburn, I still continue the activity of drying on the terrace of my room.

The longer, the pain in the stomach is felt. At dawn, I woke Deni up to take me to the nearest maternity clinic to my boarding place.

"Still opening two. I checked here only once. Next is never again. Because this is the first birth and the age of the mother is 35 years, then the mother's labor will be handled by a pediatrician. It costs 3 million for a normal delivery. As for caesar, it needs 15 million. How, sir? Can I get paid for administrative requirements?"

I saw Deni shaking. "Excuse me, midwife. We'll just go somewhere else."

Cuek, the midwife assented.

The cold of the morning and the wind from the speed of the motor, could not divert the pain in my stomach.

At 06:00 we arrived at another maternity clinic and were dealt with immediately. His midwife's friendly. At 12:00 the feeling of wanting to defecate is increasingly struggling. I, who was in the delivery room accompanied by Deni, could not bear to take out my fetus.

"Hold mom. Breathe slowly - slowly, blow - blow. Keep doing that yeah. This is not a perfect opening." The midwife forbade me to push.

When showing the number 12:45, a beautiful woman wearing booth shoes and long gloves, entered the delivery room.

"Subhanallah, beautiful. I hope that if it's a girl, my son can be as pretty as a doctor."

Despite being attacked by the tremendous pain in my stomach, I had time to admire the face of the doctor, who to me was very beautiful.

Her hair was curly painted reddish. White skin. High and friendly.

"Aamiinu. Wow, that's perfect opening. Do not be appointed b*k*nya yes ma'am, so as not to tear *** *nya. It started, ma'am. Breathe in, blow out, push out. Come on, it's already got her grandpa's hair. Mom's spirit."

After 3x straining, my baby came out. The midwife pushed the top of my stomach. The doctor deftly pulled my baby's shoulder.

"Oeee..oeee..."

It was the sound of my baby. Then the doctor cleaned my sac.

"It's over, ma'am. Her fetus is female. Now being bathed by the sisters. Sus Evi, please continue. See you, mother."

The beautiful doctor passed by with a smile and waved his hand at me. The nurse continued her work.

"Great mom. His grandpa's birth canal isn't torn. So no need to stitch. Hold on for a minute, ma'am, I put on the bandage first. Later my mother told me again to go down and return to the treatment room."

Midwife smiled. I was also relieved, as I would not feel the pain of the needle and thread penetrating my soft skin.

"It's mom. Pretty mom's daughter, looks like doctor Fitria he.. he..he..."

"Subhanallah. How can ya? Allahu Akbar." My baby is white, with a sharp nose like me, but his eyes are like those pretty doctors. Round and sharp as an Arab. Her hair is reddish curls. So exactly the same SP OG doctor.

My husband tried our baby. I heard, the way he prayed. But why does he not want to pray?

"Mother, please return to the treatment room. Mother's condition is very good. Mom's great, amazing. Slow down - slow down. Do not be afraid if you want to pee or BAB. Don't forget, bring all the pads and wrappers."

The assistant midwife was very good at directing me.

I still spend the night at the clinic, for observation of the condition of the baby by the pediatrician the next morning. I named my baby Pertiwi Fitria. The cost of labor is cheap, 1 million 500 thousand rupiah.

And do you know where it costs? From the transfer of my sisters who are happy because the baby and I are safe after the delivery process.

Deni smiled - smile. Of course because he was relieved not to have to out the cost of maternity.

Arriving at the hotel, the neighbors welcomed me.

"Mbak Devi, congratulations. If you need help, just say it."

I smiled and nodded.

"Dev, we have a joint venture to send money to Pertiwi. Don't use it for the others."

I deliberately loud the phone speaker so that Deni hears my speech.

I don't know what is called a taboo. From that 5 million dollars, I bought thick mattresses, fans, baby walkers, rideable car toys, toddler bikes, milk bottles, diapers, formula milk, wet and dry wipes, etc, to survive and give thanks.

Why did I buy a train to learn to walk, a car and a bike when my son was a baby? Yes, because I'm sure that Deni will have many reasons to refuse to buy it.

Time runs amicable until the baby walker's bickering quarrel. Deni gave a living as usual, even though he had gained a share since the birth of Pertiwi.

I'm always mission-visioned. Don't want to stick in place. When my daughter was 2 years old, I asked her husband to find housing. Surrounding the Bandung area looking for a residential location with a minimalist budget person.

Finally get information that in the area of South Bandung is being built subsidy housing. We went to that place.

KPR is economical type. Old model, looks like type 21 and 20. By marketing, we were directed to land that is still in the form of weeds, but has been given a benchmark sign. As per the plan, I chose the location almost at the fork. The view is good, can stare at the area under the housing.

I, who used to be bureaucratic, took care of the requirements while holding my daughter, handed the files to the bank. After 1 week, there is a survey team at home. And miraculously, 2 weeks later we already received SP3 ownership of the home loan collateral.

At the end of the year, the keys were handed over and we were able to occupy a type 36 house with a land area of 75m. Son's happy. Deni smiled - an unexpected smile that he could finally have a home.

Economy class homes, certainly not as complete as regency classes, resident, cluster let alone elite housing. The front and back are empty. But, the back area has been fenced as high as the border wall near the tile. On Sunday, it is used to repair the house according to existing funds. We are the foundation of the yard which is planned to function as a terrace and garage.

Yeah, I want a car, even Carry's class. However, when lifting stones and stirring cement plus sand, why is my mood suddenly cloudy huh?