A Different Heaven

Treating Wounds

Rena could only hold onto the glass wall that blocked her view. The black-hijab woman could only watch the little baby in the incubator. The baby is indeed small, maybe only the size of a bottle weighing 1.7 kg. The baby sounded faintly crying, seen writhing with all the hoses attached to his body. It was heartless for Rena to see a creature so small must feel the struggle to survive in this real world.

If the mother has returned to Rahmatullah. Now the baby who was forced out to look into the world before that time, is struggling to live with many supporting tools to survive.

Rena again could not hold back her tears that had been stagnant. Luckily there are friends of the study forum who happened to have just given birth and were awarded the abundant ASI. So that the mother was happy to help to become an ASI donor for Shafi. Because the intake that can enter from the hose attached to the body of the tiny baby is only allowed ASI.

Yes, little baby Angga and Celin agreed to be named Aresa Raiqa Shafiyah. The name of the thought of Angga and Rena in between mourning last night. A name that means a woman who always forgives and is filled with the shade of a clean heart. Shafiyah is also one of the names of the prophet's wife who is very beautiful along with her soft heart and taste.

Although Shafi was illuminated by the blue light due to high bilirubin levels, Rena could still tell if the child's face was so similar to her father's. But his nose inherited his late mother's. A smile appeared in the middle of her cries. He hopes Shafi will soon be able to get out of the room and gather with his family.

"De, you wanna come in?" Angga embraces Rena's shoulder from behind. Rena shrugged her shoulders in surprise to see her husband was already beside her.

"Yes, Rena wants to enter Mas" replied Rena. "Please note, Shafi looks a lot like Mas."

"And his father De, who would look like again," exclaimed Angga slipping a joke.

Both of them threw light laughter. Laughter that has barely been heard in the past few days.

"We haven't seen his eyes. Whether it will be like Mas or beautiful like his mother," replied Rena.

"Later to see that Shafiyah can go home," Angga stroked Rena's hand. Rena is laying her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Thank you De, already sincerely taking care of the Shafi."

"Well, by the way, it is appropriate for a mother to take care of and care for her child" said Rena.

"Rena wants to go in first, all you want to check the ASI supplies for Shafiyah."

The man nodded, releasing his hands from his wife's shoulders.

Rena immediately headed to the NICU room alternating with her husband.

Angga did the thing with Rena behind the glass wall. He noticed the wife clasping her little daughter's hand from the incubator hole. His mouth seemed to move to invite the interaction of the baby as if he understood what he said. Because caught sight of Angga, the little creature wriggled to respond as if comfortable with someone whispering something in his ear.

Farewell and meeting two things are limited by a thin bulkhead. Who would have thought that laughter would instantly become a cry. The love will be painful. There remains a living person who must continue the unfulfilled despair.

That's destiny! No one will know what will happen tomorrow. Who would have thought that now the one on the side of the Shafi is Rena not Celin. Angga looked up to see Rena back. How great is the heart of a Renata. If Celin were still alive at this time, he would feel proud and lucky to be together caring for Shafy with his patient wife.

Thank you Dek, for replacing Celin for Shafi.

Angga's tears shed, he cried because he was so moved to see Rena who was so sincere in loving Shafiyah like she was his mother. It becomes its own cure for the pain.

If you can look back, Angga feels he is the most worthy of blame. Such is the name of regret, it always comes too late. There is no need to regret what has happened that became the divine qodar line.

The road is still long ahead. What his wife said was right, it is better now that he becomes strong for Shafiyah. Treating wounds, knitting asa. Waiting for the path of destiny to be laid out for him tomorrow.

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