Devotion (A Devotion)
Jealousies

“Patience, yes, Love. Don't think too much about getting pregnant with girls. God has set our fortune. Sincerely given by God three sons. After all, they can be good children, who can be the caretaker of his mother later if they grow up.”

Nofi sat beside the bed. He stroked my head with love. However, what I felt was the flow of heat that flowed from every movement of his hand. The heat filled the tubers, boiling all their contents. A good and wise suggestion when it says something else, but when it comes from the mouth of the woman who has been overshadowing the fears in my life, it is like a fire.

I once told my best friend that some time after Mas Hadi wanted to give a gift to his son. Merely, I did not tell her that the idea of getting pregnant out of jealousy saw Nofi's child flutter spoiled in my husband's lap. Moreover, Caca also like looking for attention to Mas Hadi, the taste of the thief was getting stronger every time he saw my husband talking to Nofi and his son. Mas Ahdi had already begun to dare to wonder to invite them away. Whether true or not, to me it is unethical.

“Yes, besides you, there is an idea to get pregnant with a girl. Make sure you have children,” reply Sheryl my neighbor who came with Nofi and several others that afternoon.

Finally all the neighbors knew that I wanted to conceive a daughter. I have nothing to be ashamed of admitting I want a girl. By telling people I trust, I hope to get prayers and support to make my husband happy.

Once upon a time the neighbor scoffed and insulted me because I had three sons and no daughters. “Suami, do not pinter make girls.” It hurts to hear that blasphemy. Do we determine gender? Can we choose a boy or a girl who is in the womb? Did they not feel the pain of the sentence they had uttered?

Mas Hadi stood, beside the television listening and answering the questions of visiting mothers. As always, the name of the mothers, must be very curious to know what I am sick and why.

“What pain, Miss Love, Sir?” tanya Bu RT represents the differentiating neighbor.

“Ga know too, Mom,” replied Mas Hadi.

I looked at my husband's innocent face with indignation. Why not explain? Didn't yesterday see the photo of the USG itself. Why not just answer if I have suspected cysts, typhoid, or vomiting. Can also mention what I experienced a week ago until I dropped. Huh! It is even answered not to know.

“Lho, her husband does not know how, tho, sir?” leadek the other neighbors while laughing.

“Lho, he said yesterday cancer, sir?”

I looked towards the origin of the voice. I see a smile on my lips that glows pink. A sympathetic face in a fashionable hijab. The pitch-black eye liner confirmed the seductive look of her eyes. A sweet voice cradles the thoughts of each ear.

I'm gobsmacked. The cancer? Where did he get the information that I had cancer? I haven't even told anyone, other than Mas Hadi. How did he know I had cancer.

“Oh, yes?” all the visitors who came to see me in unison shouted hysterically. They're coming right towards me.

“What's the problem, Bu?”

“How was the year, Mom?

“Lho, all this time do not know?”

“What stage?

The questions from those red-mouthed mouths filled my hearing. Either sad or happy with their attention. Only I don't understand why the woman concluded I had cancer.

“Oh, no, Mothers. Not cancer, functional cyst. Cysts that can be shed during menstruation. But it has to be checked again in the next two months. Please do’anya,” I replied with a friendly smile to all of them.

Growled. The pain that I felt was due to the indignation at the information provided by the pink-lipstick woman was more than the pain from the cramping in the lower part of my stomach this week. Want me to slap her mouth so as not to carelessly talk about something that she does not know properly.

Mas Hadi's face looks pias when he heard the sentence spoken by the melodious voice, between surprise and anxiety. When our gazes met, I asked with a sharp eye of accusation, [where did he get information that I had cancer?]

“Lho, Mr. Hadi yesterday until night even watched the event in the field. Even though Miss Love is on the open. How's this Father, huh? Time Bu Cinta alone in the hospital?” ask bu RT.

Mas Hadi's grinning smile made me even more furious.

“Iya, even until night, until we finish the show we sing the song ‘Sayang’,” continued Sheryl adorable my heart.

After they all said goodbye and prayed for my recovery, I thoughtlessly sent the WA message to Sheryl. Curious, where does the cancer information come from?

[Sheryl, where did Nofi know I had cancer? I never told anyone about my pain.] I sent a message to Sheryl, a very nice neighbor to me.

[Lho, I thought it was cancer, Cin, just before leaving Nofi told me you had cancer.]

[Who told you?] saga-colored horns were noticeably growing at the top of this head.

[He said, your husband told you. Even your husband sent USG photos to Nofi.]

Astgahfirullah that. I didn't return Sheryl's last message. I immediately got out of bed. I opened the safe to get down and approached my husband who was playing mobile on the sofa.

[Later, I sent you the Screen Shoot, still on the way.].

Trained to approach a man called Sheryl has spread the word that I'm sick with cancer.

“What do you mean tell Nofi that I have cancer? What's your goal?” I shouted without being able to hold back my emotions.

Mas Hadi put down his phone. He got up from the ground, and helped me sit down.

“You are sick, you are angry. Someone asked, I answered. Who said I had cancer? He could have just that, ngarang.”

“Where does he know your number? Why ask the same? Why don't you ask me yourself? Doesn't he know me? Why ask my husband?” I asked the question at a very high speed.

Mas Hadi stuttered to accept the attack of that sentence. “Do not keep your heart disease, angry with husband. Just make a fuss. Been sleeping again!”

Oh God! What other trials are these.

“Mas, you heard the words of the neighbor yourself. The husband doesn't know his wife is sick. Wife time sick, even jogged in the field. Don't you have a heart?”

“Udah-already, make a fuss just usually. Every time I see a storm. Mending didn't come here. Leave alone in the hospital!” he kept it while he was about to leave.

“How no fuss, husband in female chat, give information not clear. Why don't I WA just my fellow woman. Crazy woman!” gertutuku.

“Eh, watch your talk!” cut it.

"Now I know, from where did Mas know this afternoon someone was coming. Not science or magic. But because you guys chatted with each other."