TALAQ
Part 191 TALAK

The atmosphere of my house and my mother's house came back, rame with the screams of Afriana who was going to school, Fauzan and Nafisa who were going to work, on the dining table my parents already available breakfast menu oseng katesan pesenan pak Catur and other menus such as urap, and, fried tempeh and fried salted fish and krupuk which became the main menu at my parents' house. We all had breakfast together, without hesitation sir Catur spent a plate of flower and crackers my mother's cooking. Before the office of Mr. Chess drove Afriana first to school, I stayed in my own house, the feeling of the boss began to occupy me, because usually I work to leave the morning home at night, I've been home for a few days, and I'm not allowed to do any heavy work either. I saw TV at my parents' house accompanied by my mother while wrapping her snacks in preparation for the seven-month show An Nafisa, while my father went to the rice field.

"Oh, when will Yah and Us come?" I asked my mother.

"Tomorrow mbak mbak Yah mu come, later in the afternoon mbak Us who came," replied my mother.

"Their show day how buk?" ask again.

"As usual khotmil Qur'an and night sholawat bawa' alberjanji, like other children of mother," explained my mother.

"Oh, do I also need to hold a conference (tenkapan/seven replicates)?" ask my mother again.

"Of course Fah, because this is your first child with your current husband, so yo is obligatory windowan(seven-monthly event)," answered my mother briefly while wrapping eggs and shrimp crutches, emping belinjo, and, and the bouncy flower.

Actually, I really want to laugh to see the busyness of my family, how not funny, my wedding just finished now my parents have been busy again with the celebration, again, and soon the series of events will continue to exist in a period of approximately one year.

My pregnancy which now can not be compromised, just sat for a while my waist feels sore, finally I put my body on the mat while watching TV and accompany my mother chat while wrapping snacks. My mother gave me a lot of advice about some pregnant abstinence, like, abstinence from sitting at the door

when pregnant. According to Javanese customs, this habit is believed to make the labor process more difficult and painful.

It is forbidden to soak clothes for too long, soaking dirty clothes for too long is believed to make pregnant women's feet swollen and heavy. Hmm, this assumption is actually quite reasonable. In ancient times, people soaked clothes and washed by squatting. If done too long, it can cause swelling in the legs of pregnant women because the blood vessels become not smooth.

It is forbidden to kill animals, this prohibition applies not only to pregnant women, but also to husbands. Killing animals is believed to affect the fetus in the womb. If violated then your baby can be born disabled or even have a miscarriage. Although it seems just a myth, killing animals for no reason is not recommended for anyone, including pregnant women.

It is forbidden to think of anything strange, pregnant women are forbidden to mumble and 'wantin' or think of something strange. For example, we think [Kok, the neighbor's child has a strange ear shape yes] This kind of thought is believed to make the baby in the womb will experience things as the mother thinks.

It is forbidden to scratch the stomach, buttocks, or thighs, pregnant women usually experience itching on the stomach. Well according to Javanese custom, people who are pregnant are prohibited from scratching the stomach or, buttocks and thighs that itch because it is believed to make the skin scratch will imprint after giving birth.

Husbands of pregnant women are prohibited from fishing or hunting all kinds of animals. According to Javanese myths, husbands who fish or hunt can cause babies in the womb to experience defects or cleft lips.

Sewing is prohibited, ancient people believe that pregnant women are prohibited from sewing cloth with needles using hands or manually because it can cause babies to be born disabled.

Pregnant women who come out at night, are believed to attract spirits. If violated, the mother can lose the fetus in the womb because it has been taken astral beings this prohibition has a point. At night, the wind is usually cooler and of course it is not good for the health of pregnant women.

I carefully listened to all my mother's advice, although this was not the first time I was pregnant but my mother still reminded me of some Javanese abstinence when pregnant. My mother is a person who is still thick with Javanese customs, although sometimes contrary to me but I still do not argue, I try to keep thinking positively.

My mother not only reminded me of the abstinence of the Javanese, my mother's food was very crewed, so my mother always cooked special food for her pregnant child while at my mother's house, my mother always reminded me what food to eat and not to eat.

"Fah, I hope you do not violate the abstinence that I told you earlier" said my mother.

"Inshaallah buk," I replied "Oh, any word on the Ringgo mas?" I asked my mother.

"It still doesn't change, either" my mother replied immediately looking at me suspiciously "You're okay Fah? Do you still hold a grudge against Ringgo Fah?, my advice to throw away your grudges, now think of your new family," my mother softly advised.

"A few days ago Afriana dreamt to meet mas Ringgo, Afri said mas Ringgo groaned in pain," I explained as it was.

"Maybe Ringgo kangen Afri, or what, try later you ask your father only," suggested my mother

It did not feel like by noon my father had returned from the rice fields, and was getting ready to go to Mushola, after returning from the mosque I was ready to pick up Afriana.

"Have you come home, baby?" ask Afriana who just entered the house.

"Today the PR is a lot of buk," Afriana reported to me.

"Change clothes first and wash your hands!" my orders are with Afriana.

Afriana is an independent child probably because from childhood I have lived to work so that he can think and again he feels he is no longer a child.

"Change maem!" exclaimed Afriana who had sat at the dinner table "Dad not come home buk?" ask Afriana to me.

"Makanno Af, just slow down if you eat do not forget to wash your hands after the tomb quickly pray dhuhur," orders my mother to Afriana.

"Dad, it looks like Af's overtime today" I replied honestly

"Later Af night, sleep here again ya buk, later there will be mbak Zahra as well," Afriana said to ask permission.

"Yes, I can be Af, but I can't be naughty" I advised.

In the afternoon, Us Mbak day has come it is not only mbak Us, mbak Yah also came early, mbak Us brought some food staples, as well as fruit to make seven months of rujak. The kids are playing and blending in regardless of anyone.

"What time does your husband come home Fah ?" ask Us to me.

"Maybe mbak night, he said he wanted to overtime, because he had not been able to get a replacement secretary, maybe tomorrow just an interview for the selection of candidates for the secretary," I answered honestly as it is.

"Actually it is not good if the wife in staying for a long time, but yes it is her job so, who is patient Fah, then definitely know more about your husband!" say mbak US while picking fruit.

"Mbak Us, mbak Yah, rightly said you guys first, fitting me seven months mbak Afifah pregnant, fitting my son born replace mbak Fah who window," said Nafisa while laughing.

"When it was just a guyonan lo, not yearsya really happened, masayallah," said mbak Yah.

"Makajna if that is all right, by the way" said my mother.

"We were also good at that time lo bu, by the way, grateful if it is now realized, the age of Afifah and her husband was also no longer young, grateful God gave quickly," said mbak Us.

"Mbak Fah is not only fast mbak, inshaallah will get two," continued Nafisa.

"Alhamdulillah, really Fah?" yah and Mbak Us together.

"Inshaallah, mbak, because it's not so clear, the doctor said if the womb has twelve new weeks in the USG reset and make sure the twins are not but I will not Ultrasound, gender let's be a surprise to us" I replied honestly.

"Sykurlah, may it be twins, let's add rame," said mbak Yah.

"I'm also happy, Fah, if you're really twins, you're young after two years of program again" advises mbak Us.

"If in the windfall you are grateful and accepted as now," I said lightly.

My parents' house came back, this time preparing a window event (seven months) for Fauzan and Nafisa, tonight the Chess sir really came home at night, eleven o'clock at night the new Chess pack came home, and, tired and tangled face is very noticeable, but nevertheless the Chess sir does not want me to serve, the Chess sir chose to do it himself.