Winarsih Waiting
Pregnant Without a Husband?

"Win, this is my mom. My mother-in-law." Mira introduced me to the woman who had been looking at me.

"Goddess, Mom!" I introduced myself while greeting the mother who turned out to be the mother of Mas Dewa. The woman was still looking at me coldly.

"Come, comein!" take Mira. He took my hand, and I followed his steps. 

We passed through the living room, about three times three meters in size there was a sofa, and the corner of the room had several pots with tongue-in-law plants in it, he said, arranged on the shelf in such a way. 

Then we passed the connecting door between the living room with the family room that is integrated with the dining room and at the end of the room there is a kitchen in a modern style. 

"This is your room, Win! Just rest first, if you need anything later call me. I'm going to rest too." Ma'am Mira opened the door to the room, and there were already my things. His mother God is invisible.

I went into the room, after I closed the door, and I sat on a soft bed, with a pink bed sheet with a white rose. I explored every corner of the room with my eyes, next to the bed was a small table, nearby on the wall was an electric plug. In this room there is also a small bathroom. 

After being satisfied around the room, I lay my body a little tired. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I reached for the phone next to my body, on the screen the clock showed at 17:18. Immediately I took out the towel and also the clothes I was going to wear, then I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself. 

After my body was refreshed, I went out of the room. The house feels lonely, I don't know where the inhabitants of this house. I continued my steps to the outside, seen on the side of the road in front of Mira's house some mothers were huddling. There also looks mother-in-law Mbak Mira. 

When one of the mothers saw me in front of the house, they all turned to look at me. Maybe one of them asked about me, seen mom talking while looking at me. From the look on his face it was very noticeable that the mother did not like me. I don't know. 

When the sound of a prayer from the mosque not too far from this house, they disperse. Mom walked in just like that, when she passed me. There was a slight sense of unease with the attitude of the woman who gave birth to that God Mas. 

****

The next day at five in the morning when I woke up, I came out of the room. It turns out that Mira was also awake, it looks like she is cooking. 

"What cooking, Ma'am?" ask me when I approach him. 

"This, Win. I want to cook fried noodles for breakfast."

"Let me help, Mother."

"May, you just slice this," Mama Mira thrusting the chives and mustard. Then Mama Mira continued peeling onions while boiling noodles. 

"Later to be with the God of work, Win. You are at home with your mother, yes," Mama Mira said on the sidelines of her activities. 

"Yes, Mommy."

"Here we all cook for lunch, huh? Let you stay with your mom to eat," he said again while pointing at the shrimp in a small basin near the sink. 

"Ma, please accompany Winar, Ma. Worry later he will be lonely when I work." pinta Mbak Mira, to the mother who later I know named Sukma. 

"Yes, Son. Later mama accompany Winar morning walk yes, Win! Pregnant women must move a lot, so that later the birth will be smooth," said Bu Sukma so softly to his daughter-in-law. I smiled wryly and Mira smiled relievedly. 

****

"Win, come on," asked Bu Sukma, when I wanted to set foot in my room, after taking the departure of Mbak Mira and her husband to work. 

Bu Sukma's soft voice, immediately broke down all the bad allegations and worries that had been embedded in my heart. 

"Yes, Mom. I'm ready, Mom."

"Udah, that's it. Ready especially?" Ms. Sukma pulled my hand. 

We also walked around the residential complex, the cool air collided with the warm morning sun on the skin. I saw that Bu Sukma occasionally moved his hand, like someone else doing gymnastics. 

"Where is Sukma from?" greet a mother who was giving her child a meal in front of her house, when we passed by there. 

"Yes, Mama Sasa. Be healthy," 

"Who is this, Mom?" asked Mak Sasa, glancing at me. 

"Cousin Mira," replied Bu Sukma, he stepped into the Mak Sasa courtyard. Looks like he's wanted to stay a little longer. I followed him too. 

"When is it here?" he glanced at my big belly. 

"Just yesterday, Ma'am," I answered briefly. 

"Again pregnant?"

"Yes, Mama Sasa. Young man's problem now, no husband can get pregnant."

Deg

Bu Sukma's answer seemed to make my heart stop for a moment. I didn't expect Miss Sukma to talk like that. 

Just keep it on, brother...