Winarsih Waiting
Episode 17's

Ma'am Mira was surprised when suddenly I handed my baby to her. Somehow my heart ached when I saw his face that resembled Mas Roby. Mira immediately carried my son. 

"What's his name, Win?" asked Mira who looked at the face of the child in her lap. I shook my head, but Mira didn't see me. I held the turmoil inside the chest. 

"Win?" Now Mira sees me. 

"Why are you, Win? Is anyone sick?" I can no longer hold back my tears that now feed the river. I just shook my head, answering Mira's question. 

Then Mira hugged me, after she put my sleeping baby into the crib next to my bed. 

"Oh, don't cry! If there's anything, story, don't hold your own," I still sob in Mira's arms. Mira's mom tried to calm me down. 

"You can't stress, Win. Poor your son. No, don't be sad anymore, yeah." I just nodded. 

"Win, you don't have to worry about your child. You will not be separated from him, you will take care of your own child. So don't think about it, huh?" Maybe Mira thinks that I'm crying because my son will be taken with them. 

After I saw the boy's face, it made me even more convinced, Mama Miralah is the right person to be the parent of my son. Had he stayed with me, I was afraid that I would endanger my son. There was a desire to hurt the boy. I feel he is the cause of my distress now, if he were not in my stomach, I would have worked without having to trouble others. By looking at this kid I will always remember Mas Roby, the traitor. 

"Sir, please keep the child away from me, Ma'am!" I asked Mira. Mira looked at me in wonder. 

"Please, Ma'am!" The tears that had stopped flowing now flowed again. Finally, because Mira saw me who did not want to see my son, Mira also shifted the crib to the corner of the room. 

"Not much thought, Win. I don't know what you're feeling right now, only I'm sure you're strong." Mira hugged me. 

"Now lie down, it's not good that you sit too long," I just said. 

*****

After two days in the hospital, I was allowed to go home. When we got to Mira's house, the house looked crowded. It seems like the Mba Mira and Mas Dewa families are gathering. 

They welcomed me with joy, even I didn't know them yet but they treated me like a family member. They hugged me in turn. 

Turns out they are mama and papa Mbak Mira, there is also brother-in-law Mbak Mira, Mira, mbak Kinan and her two daughters were about twelve years old and and the second was seven years old, while her husband did not join because his job could not be abandoned. In addition, there is also Ranti, Mas Dewa's sister. 

"You rest, Win. After giving birth it must be a lot of rest, a lot of eating to be healthy quickly," said Bu Jenar, Mama Mbak Mira. 

"Yes, ma'am" I replied with a smile. 

"Call me, don't call me, you're my son from now on" said Ms. Jenar, pouring warmth all over my body. 

"Yes, Ma uh.. M– ma," I said.  She smiles. He then covers me.

"You rest, yeah. Mama stay first, so you can rest." he said, he passed behind the wall.

I am so honored to be treated so well by this family. Rightly said my father in my dream at that time, they are my family now. I'm so grateful to them. 

"Who's the grandpa's name, Auntie?" asked Falisha Kinan's child, as she was playing with my baby's fingers. 

"Where if we give the name Bening aja," Mira mbak sparkling.

"Yes, the Fa agrees. But there must be an addition, Tan," said Falisha while thinking. I don't know how many names they're trying to pin on my son. 

"The same name as Fa, how, can you?" ask the child who was sitting on the Junior High. 

"What?" ask us almost together. Then we laughed because our voices were like the sound of a choir. 

"Fa's name is right, Falisha Adriani, so the name of his brother we love the name Bening Adriani. Can you, Ma?" ask her mother.

"Mama is okay" said the woman, who has two children. 

It seemed like everyone agreed with the advice of the teenage girl

That's how they are, they love me and my son. It was like we had known each other for a long time. I felt like I was born into this family. Without feeling again clear crystals flowing from the eye fertilizer, touched. 

Is God replacing all my losses? Thank God for this happiness. Although only for a moment I was sincere, Lord, I clearly feel like I have a complete family now. 

*****

More than a month already I gave birth to Bening, Mama Mira gave him with my determination is round, I do not want to live around my son. I do not want my child's growth to be hampered because of my presence. 

I also started looking for work through social media, without telling Mira and family. I finally seemed to find a job that suited me, even as a housekeeper. I did not expect more, I realized only the graduation of SMP. 

Ms. Mira's family actually persuaded me to find a job in the area, but I didn't want to. Even Mas Roby has offered a job at his friend's office, even though only as a cleaning service, considering my diploma is only a graduate of Junior High School. But Mas Dewa also promised, so that he would help me to take the test to get a high school diploma so that I could continue to college. 

However, I refuse. Not to refuse, but to delay for a while. I just want to be away from Bening. If I was close to him I was afraid that my longing would quickly take me to him, but when I met even I was as emotional as I was in the hospital that time. 

I tried to accept his presence, but it was very difficult for me. I can't imagine if that newborn child was gone in my hands. Like the news on television, who killed her son because of heartache to her husband. Imagine that my tears are pouring out. I imagine my son is finished in my hands. Oh, God, forgive me. My inner. 

*****

I have been in labor for over a month. During that time Mira's parents were here, sometimes Papa came home because of business, after which he returned to the house of Mira. Mbak Kinan and his family every weekend they come to Mira's house. 

Today Mama and Papa from Mira's mother will return to her home. He said they had left home too long.

Now it's me, Mama Mira, Bu Sukma and Bening. I was breastfeeding Bening in the room, while Bu Sukma seemed to be resting in his room. Mbak Mira went to the minimarket for home shopping and cleaning. 

My feeling was suddenly filled with a sense of loneliness, it felt very quiet. I don't know why I suddenly feel bad. 

"Oeek.. oeek.. oeek.." Bening's cry was suddenly deafening. 

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