MOM
Chapter 5

This morning my mother-in-law came with my sister-in-law, because my father-in-law was in a job that could not be left behind.he brought a bushel containing a pile of food and a large sling bag on his shoulder. my husband helped my mother get the contents out of the structure.

Mother approached me near the bed, her warm hands clasping mine.

"Where are you doing now, still lemes?" ask the mother with her distinctive jaw-dropping accent,

"Alhamdulillah is not too buk, just nausea is still often coming" I said lirih

"Yes, the baby's luggage is different, my mother used to hum your husband also can not do anything, just in bed, rolling around, lying down, sleeping, but in 4 months thank God the appetite is increasing until this mother is fat and so right now" he laughed while showing his round body filled, I also smiled.

"Endut but still beautiful and I love buk, hhhe, so it looks happy continues"

"Alhamdulillah nduk after your sister was born, the father is more loving and more at home until now" said my mother while pointing to my sister-in-law who sat in the corner seat.

"O, yes this was my favorite tilapia fish soup, there is still fried chicken galangal with tempe orek and there is an omelet" said ibuk while sorting out the food he had brought.

My sheep are gurgling. May this hunger beat the nausea that is still at home every day.

"It's hard to bribe ya nduk, Bismillah aja, hopefully can enter your stomach, kasian if not filled, you will not recover" he said while putting food in an empty plate.

Slowly my mother bribed me with painstaking, nausea began to greet, but there was a sense of relief when the first feed, the aroma and warmth of this fish soup made me really tasteful to eat.

"Hmmmmm so good for the bouquet"

He smiled happily while picking up fish for me to eat.

Two mouthfuls, my stomach is a little stiff. I feel full enough for this morning. My hands reflexed to the front of my mouth, I tried to strongly resist nausea, I could slowly hold it, and... Yes Alhamdulillah I can control not to vomit.

Mom put the plate with food left on the table, I saw the look, maybe she understood what a young pregnancy was like, so she didn't force me to finish the meal.

"Gausaha buk, insya Allah ara well, ibuk later even kecapean buk, ara ga mau ibuk even drop the condition because of ngurusin ara", lirihku.

I know the current condition of mother is indeed up and down, her age is no longer young is very possible for various diseases to come.

"No duk, no papa, mom is not tired anyway, later if tired ya ibuk rest" he said with a sweet smile.

"It's open, it's really good" as I rested my shoulders on the pillow that was stacked three. I held her warm hand and began to clench.

While waiting for my husband and sister-in-law to redeem the medicine at the drugstore ibuk told me if his childhood was full of struggle, I listened carefully, looks like the face of the mother showed such a deep taste.

I know what it's like to struggle, and the moments loved ones are lost with their respective worlds.

My mother had heard the sad story of my life from my husband before we married, whether I like it or not I hope you can accept my situation at that time,

and unexpectedly, it turns out that my mother and father gave our blessing to get married. I thought they would refuse because I was born into a broken family.

He continued the story while occasionally the clear circle fell without permission in his eye fertilizer. There is a sense of haru when my mother said first the condition of the family really stuck no finances, until there are others who want to raise my husband as his adopted son. Fortunately at that time my mother remained steadfast in maintaining her children to stay with her. However, he always believed that every child had his own provision.

"So nduk, whatever happens that child is a gift yes. You do not sprain or mengkel if your nausea is very torturous. Ibuk know, I've experienced 3 children, and ngalamin severe nausea like you, yes enjoy it. The child you bear is a gift, and not everyone can feel it. Yes, you can only pray that the child you bear is a righteous and filial child with parents. The rest of you during these 9 months live first the pregnancy period. Enjoy, don't be a burden. Insha Allah it will be sometimes a reward for you nduk", said ibuk reminded my consciousness. I nodded deeply, there was strength radiating from this self. What I said is all true.

"Yaudah I want to get ready to go home, while waiting for your husband and sister to run from the pharmacy. Afraid that your father will wait at home. I want to go to the bathroom for a while" He stepped towards the bathroom, while I was again made to gasp by the attitude of mother who was so respectful to the father.

Aaaaahhhh, I also want to learn like him who does filial service for my husband and become the best mother for my children.

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