Winarsih Waiting
Episode 16's
I don't know what made Bu Sukma's face change. It's like there's sadness there. I don't know. I looked at him fixedly.
"Mother apologize, Win! Last time you called, I accidentally heard your conversation. After you call, you're busy talking to yourself. Seeing you talking while crying, I feel sorry for you, son!" Bu Sukma's eyes glazed over.
"Mom saw you sitting on the floor, next to the bed, hiccupping. Then Mom went to the room. When Mom went to the kitchen, wanted to take a drink, I saw your position was still the same as the mother left earlier. Then I moved you up to the bed. You're hot, you're screaming call dad." Every now and then, Bu Sukma rubbed his face.
"Look at that, I'm sure you're not lying. Again, I'm sorry, Win!" he said, he pulled my hand and held it. And then he hugged me. We both laughed while crying. While Mira smiled looking at us. I'm so happy.
"No need to apologize, Mom! I know why Mom is like that." I replied sincerely. "It's just that I'm confused now, Mom!" I said when I remembered my dream.
"Why?" ask Mira who has been silent since.
"I had a dream, Mother! Meet me dad." Then I told him about my dream. Ms. Sukma and Ms. Mira listened to me, without interrupting.
"I think that's a clue, Win! It's better after your birth to stay here." said Mbak Mira.
"But Ma'am, I don't feel good. Later people will talk about the no-no about the family of the mother," I said, remembering the morning talk of the mothers in the stall.
"If you think you should not stay here." Mira and I turned to Bu Sukma.
"Why, Ma?" Tanya Mbak Mira did not believe the words of her in-laws.
"I mean Mom, not asking Win to go far. If according to the mother, Win should contract or only cost. Safer, we must avoid the temptation of the devil." Mira nodded, maybe he also understood what Bu Sukma meant.
"It seems better that I look for work in other areas, Ma'am. Later if the grandpa was born, stay with me. I feel his life is more assured if he stays with Ma'am. I'll be here sometime, if you'll let me." I looked down, even though those words came out of my mouth. Honestly my heart ached when I said that.
"Yes, it's better that we think about it later after the child is born. Now you better focus on preparing your child's birth. Hopefully everything is smooth and you are both healthy" said Ms. Sukma while stroking my stomach.
"Ehh.. bad boy, grandmother kok kicked," joked Bu Sukma when the child in my womb suddenly moved when my stomach was touched by Bu Sukma. We laughed too.
*****
Since that day, Ms. Sukma has been very attentive to me. He always accompanied me to walk around the housing complex every morning. He said let the birth be easy.
For homework, Bu Sukma handed it over completely back to Mbak Ning, except mopping the floor. For that one, Bu Sukma kept asking me to do it. It also has to be squeezed by squatting. He said it was also training to make things easier later.
Since this afternoon, I started to feel heartburn in my stomach. Looks like I'm going to be the lahiran. But since the pain is still gone, we are not going straight to the hospital.
However, ahead of magrib, the pain is increasingly felt. We also went to the hospital. Not to forget we also brought my equipment and also the baby equipment that Mira had prepared long before.
Twenty minutes into the trip, we finally arrived at the hospital. The Lord stopped the car in front of the ER entrance, then before long two nurses pushed the gurney, then raised me on it. Meanwhile the pain I felt was becoming more unbearable.
After all the administration was taken care of Mas Dewa, I was taken to the delivery room. After a long and heavy struggle finally came the sound of baby crying. Then a few moments later a nurse brought my bloodied baby to my face. Seeing the tiny baby there was a taste of haru inside my chest, I unconsciously shed tears. I am happy and sad at the same time.
Both feelings are now fused in the heart. I'm happy because I managed to give birth to a new life, which is funny and beautiful, yes, my daughter. While on the other hand, I feel sad because this child was born without his father witnessing his presence. In addition, I also soon have to give up my son to foster Mira's family. Remembering all that, my tears are getting louder.
"Congratulations, Win. Praise God, you and your child are healthy" said Mira, while the mother was busy carrying the items that had been brought from home.
It turned out that Mas Dewa booked a VIP room for me. Now I'm here, in a room equipped with AC, tv, refrigerator, and in the corner of the room there is a brown sofa.
"Oah, Mir. Mir! Mbok yo is helped.." said the new mother.
"God! Sorry, Ma! Mira forgets," Mira patted her eel.
"Good luck to you, son! Otherwise, wes don't fire you." joked the woman whose hair was cut short. We laughed at Bu Sukma's words.
"Mother go home, Mom, same God. Let Mira here temeni Win. It's better to rest at home" Mira seemed worried about her in-laws. It turned out that the clock had shown almost twelve o'clock in the evening.
"Let the gods go home with you, let me just be here. You have to work tomorrow, Mir!"
"Tomorrow Mira doesn't work, Mom. I asked for permission, so it's better that you go home, yeah,"
"Yes, already. We're both here with Win. You better call your husband, tell him to come home."
After that, I no longer know what they are talking about. However, when I woke up what was seen was Mira's mother sleeping on the sofa.
"Ehh... Where are you going, Win? Here I help." Ma'am Win helped me get out of bed, then took me to the bathroom.
"A long time ago you woke up, Win?"
"Lumayan, Ma'am! Just want to wake up, but the Mama sleeps really well. You must be tired, right?" Mira just smiled.
"Udah, you rest again yes," said Mira, he helped me to get on the bed.
Shortly after, a nurse approached me.
"Good morning, Mother. I take a shower, let it be fresh, ma'am. I help. Soon the baby will be brought here, " said the nurse. He took me to the bathroom.
After the shower, my body was fresh. I sat on the bed, and a few minutes later my son was in my lap. She was bathed by another nurse.
Looking at his face, my heart is happy. His nose and lips were very similar to his father.
"Beauty, Win! Just like you," said Mira who stood beside me while touching my son's cheek with her finger.
"Here, Ma'am," I thrust my baby at Mira's.
"What?" mira asked in shock.
This is the author's first novel, please support like and comment brother. Thanks for stopping by. If there are chrysanthemums from older brother, the author gladly accepts, for the sake of the better quality of my writing.
