𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

21

One of the greatest joy a woman could probably have is a child.

A companion of her own.

A baby in her womb.

For her to carry.

A person to love unconditionally.

A priceless little creature.

You'd hold it and you'd feel like you're the luckiest person alive.

Better than winning a lottery, better than getting married, better than anything you could imagine.

Because once you laid your eyes on that baby...once you held it like your dear life depended on it...you're gonna promise to yourself that you'll be protecting it as long as you're alive.

No words can explain how a mother loves her child.

Just like how Sana's starting to love what's forming inside her.

"I just wish you told us sooner!" She heard her father's voice resonating in their house.

Sana pursed her lips as she got down the stairs, meeting her mother with a water on the end. She gave her a smile and a hug. Suho and her father was talking just outside, but their voices (mostly her father's) was audible even inside. Her mother offered her the glass of water as soon as she got down. "How are you feeling, dear?"

Sana chuckled softly before beckoning her mother to the living room. "Come seat here, don't go standing around it'll hurt you. And always eat healthy meals, okay?" She was just five weeks pregnant--there was not even a single bump in her tummy yet everyone's acting like she's due. "Do not let yourself be stress, don't mind others, as long as your healthy that's what's important--!" The consistent nagging and advice of her mum would've continue till the end of the day so Sana immediately interfere before this happens.

"Mom, I'm fine. You see...?" She cupped her own face, "I'm doing everything even before you told me. So please..." Sana placed her hands on top of her mother's that was resting on her lap. "Stop worrying about me now." A simple gesture, a simple words...it would always calm her worrying mother down.

"You can't get that out of me. Of course I'll worry about you...you're pregnant after all." Her voice became softer as Sana moved closer, their hands now intertwined, "It's always you I worry about, Sana. Not that I do not have any single trust in you but..." their eyes met, tears threatening to come out of her mother's eyes but stopped it before Sana notice. "I just want you to be careful...be careful with your actions, your words...just be careful--"

"Mom, what do you mean by that? Do I not know something?" Panic almost stricken into her but cut abruptly when her mother shook her head.

"Oh, no sweetheart...you see, I just had this gut feeling. There was something saying me that you really need to be careful. It's on you, Sana..." Her words tormenting Sana every second like it was a secret she can't miss. Her palms sweating as she waited, "It is a dangerous world after all. It's you that needs to be careful. One wrong move and everything you started building will come stumbling down. One wrong word and the world will fall on your shoulders. Be careful who you talk with. It's either they bring you joy...or shame." She doesn't know but how her mother said the last word made her shiver. Made a nasty thing crawl down her throat.

Made something inside her churn.

Her mind began to cover in anguish.

These past few days, and the last time they had talk, her mother would always come up with these words--looks at her as if wanting to know what's in her mind, digging very deep in her world--words that would linger in Sana's minds for a few days before going to the back of her mind.