MY CHATTY WIFE
SINCERITY,

Doctors explain that high blood pressure in pregnant women, can be at risk. After hearing the advice and also the conclusions we have to take. Mas Baskoro and I have made the best choice according to the doctor.

And because my womb is in good age to give birth, this week we are scheduled for Cesarean section. Week 38 of my pregnancy.

This morning, I prepared the equipment that will be taken to the Clinic Doctor Ayu, can be said that the hospital is only for mothers and children only. The clinic is complete, the operating room and treatment are available.

Mas Baskoro told my Mom and Mama-in-law not to be surprised.

"What's so true, Le, tonight in the operation?." My mother-in-law's voice half screamed. It must have been a shock, because yesterday was fine.

"Yes, Ma. But calm down, Kokom is healthy. God willing, it is time to be born. Kan Kokom pregnant twins Ma, so to reduce the risk of fatigue, the doctor said it must be operated on, so." he said.

"Yes but why the sudden, Le. Just checked yesterday." his voice was full of worry.

"Mama, pray that Kokom and Mama's granddaughter are safe and sound, Ma." I half yelled, because the phone was on Mas Baskoro's side tidying up my clothes.

Mas Baskoro gave me his phone.

"Yes Ndok, but Mama can't leave now. It's raining hard here, Mama hasn't bought a ticket, hopefully there will be a road trip."

"Yes, Ma. Tomorrow, don't force it now, danger it rains. Help me continue to pray, Ma. I'm healthy, just a little tense."

"Yes Ndok, Mama always prayed that all of you would be well. Ojo tense Ndok, relax ya. Giving birth is painful, but God willing after seeing our child plong ati." her soft voice calms my heart.

"Yo wes, Ma. I want to help Mas Baskoro get it done first, yeah. Mama take care of your health, don't force it today come here, Ma."

I ended our conversation with tears. I knew from Mama's heavy voice, she was holding back the crying so as not to be heard by me. I'm the same, I feel like this is the last conversation.

I hope it's because my mind is being messed up, excessive worry.

"Assalamualaikum, Mum. Kokom wants to ngabarin, today Kokom wants to give birth, Mom." My chest is tight, eager to cry in his arms.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Kom. It's time, Kom. It's not like just yesterday you said check up. You have mules? Breaking amniotic, Kom? Now where are you.." His panicked voice exceeded my mother-in-law's, making my tears unbearable.

"Sir, Ma. Not yet mules, not ruptured membranes as well. Kokom has to operate, ma'am. Kokom can't be a normal person." I suppressed my crying.

"Gosh, what's wrong with you? How did you get to the operation, what happened Kom?" My mother shouted to call my Father and my brothers.

"Mother,.. Mom, don't panic. Kokom's okay, ma'am." I stopped the mother panic that would have thrown the whole family into chaos.

"What's up, Kom. Wong you want surgery!!!."

The noise from my mother's phone made me shake my head. Understandably, parents will panic if they hear the name of the operation. For them if they have to have surgery it is bad.

Mas Baskoro laughed at the screams of my family. Because we called by tightening the speakers.

"Why? Why, Bude? How can I be operated on, last night I just called Vidio with him." cried my cousin. Devian.

"Combs.. Kom.. you why? What did the doctor say?." Devi shouted at me. My mother's voice was crying.

"Dev, what am I doing. Tell mom, this is a regular cesarean. Because my baby's twin, the doctor's afraid I'm tired. Please yo, tell my mom, Dev."

"Oh, I guess what. Cesarean operations are just because of twins." anyway."

'Bude, don't cry, don't worry. Kokom in surgery for bayine ning twin stomach. Doctor's afraid Kokom smears ngeden, Bude.'

'You really are, Dev. You didn't lie.' My father's voice raucous. He must have been surprised to hear this news. My father was my first love, he was always there for me.

"Sir, come here later.. Meet the grandson.." I tried to comfort his heart.

"Yes, Ndok. My granddaughter is all, yes. It must be beautiful.." her voice has begun to sumringah.'

"Yes, Sir. Keep praying, sir, let me and my grandson and grandson are safe" I asked.

"Yes for sure, Ndok. I've prepared funny clothes for my grandson's grandson" he said proudly.

"Well, what am I, sir. When I'm not buying new clothes, sir." whine me.

"Yes, I'll buy you a negligee, Ndok." he laughed.

"Well Father... Kok Kokom at the buyin is negligent, which is good a little dong, sir." my god.

"Yes yes, later you buy a good robe. What matters is that your operation is safe and sound. Aamiin's."

"Yes, Sir. Sure. Aamiin's."

'Aamiin.' said Mas Baskoro.

"When are you operating, Ndok?." Mom's voice is better. There was already a calm voice and a little bit of crying left.

"Tonight, Mom."

"Yes already, the same mother is ready to go there. Let's get there fast, can you later."

'Yes, sir.' I invited you.

"Yes, Mom. Yes it is Ndok. You rest, let Baskoro help neaten your things. Later if there is less we bring from here. Father same mother also want to be ready first, yes." said Father.

"Oh, a minute, Ndok! did you tell your mother-in-law?." asked my mother her voice yelling.

"Already, Mom. My mom is ready to come here too. Yes already, Father same mother heart, yes. Already before. Assalamualaikum."

I put down Mas Baskoro's phone.

"This is all already, which?. Something is not ready?." point Mas Baskoro in the backpack you want to carry.

"Already, Mas. Only two or three days there. Too much trouble carrying it." I said as I leaned against my body.

"Yes, just prepare the toiletries. You just take a break, Mas want to call a friend's office first." rubbed my forehead and kissed him.

Huft... My shadow will give birth to many voices screaming in pain. It turned out that God made it easy for me not to feel the mules giving birth. May the delivery be smooth through any process.

There was the sound of Mpok Rodiyah in front of the house, probably talking to Mas Baskoro.

I'm tired, my back is hot. Yes, it's pretty heavy for both of my kids. What are they doing, so that my stomach is split in two. I rubbed it and said in my heart.

'My dear, tonight we fight, son. You must be healthy and safe. I'll give you both a gift. We have to be excited, son. The three of us are Loch women, in this house only Dad is a man later. You know, kid. Our entire extended family can't wait to meet you. We have to go home healthy and safe, yes. Later we can eat meatballs threesome, ngujak, shopping, guts ya son. Let father interracial.' I smile imagine how troublesome the four of us will be in this house.