25 Years of Father
Simplicity

“For now we still can not know because the condition of the fetus is still very young. But, from this examination is indeed one of the symptoms of miscarriage. And this I prescribe vitamins and booster drugs. For his mba please bedrest total yah? Later in two weeks please come to see the results of fetal development.” Long-term doctor said after seeing the state of the fetus in my womb.

My tears don't stop dripping. I was just relieved by the doctor's examination of my son. Now Angga and I just have to get some bad news.

“Darling, don't stress. Our son must be strong. The important thing is not to be sapped again. Anyway from now on let me keep cooking. You need to rest completely. Okay?” I smiled to see Angga wipe my tears.

Salut could have such a kind and understanding husband. At times like this Angga can even replace my position to cook and clean the house.

I'm really at home just lying down and eating what I do. Ica and my husband take care of the kitchen.

Luckily, at a time like this, my sister came to help us.

In the afternoon, where Angga just finished cooking. I heard his phone ringing.

“Yes, Mah?” I heard the one who called Angga was mamah. Either my mom or her mom.

The next second he came into the room and gave me a cell phone. He said in a silent hand gesture for me to talk and he would continue his work in the kitchen.

“Yes, Mah?” My heart when my phone put it on the earlobe.

“Anggia, how does the doctor say? Are you a true symptom of miscarriage? That's what mom and dad are worried about. If you don't take the night road pick up your sister, it won't be like this. Your content is still young Anggia. Very prone to midnight roads so. Now you need to rest. Hope everything can be preserved? Remember do not argue with Angga if told in the room continue.”

I honestly feel guilty. Moreover, my father had asked me not to come and let Angga go. Honey, my stubbornness actually produces bad results.

Regretting is useless. All I can do is pray and hope everything is okay.

In the room I heard my sister Ica and my husband looking compact cooking. They really work together. Although there is a maid at home, Ica and Ica often cook for us to eat alone.

“Honey, let's sit down. It's eating it.” Angga came to bring me food.

“This milk is put where, Kak?” ask Ica who also just came to the room.

“Put it here only.” I pointed at the nightstand near me.

Ica was lying in my bed playing on my phone. While I was bribed by Angga for food that night.

I am so thankful that I have this simple little family. We are both children of the people but Angga and I are equally versatile able to do anything.

Cooking, cleaning the house, planting flowers, and washing clothes by hand are often done together. I feel like all my homework is nothing heavy because it helped my husband. Even Angga often forbid I was too tired to work with a laptop, but I was stubborn again refused. I think working is important even if my needs are met by my husband. I want to have savings or business from my own capital.