About the Heart

Worriedly

Morning was past seven. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could not find Dion beside me. The smell was precisely the aroma that made my nose want to continue to breathe it. The smell of fried onions is tempting, tickling my appetite. Without waiting any longer to digest what food Dion cooked, my feet had already dropped a step. Go through inch by inch and arrive soon. In the kitchen I saw Dion sprinkling something that had disturbed my sense of smell, on top of the beef soup. Instantly awakened the hunger that I had not felt so much.

"Have you washed your face, honey?"

"Eat first, Mas. I think it's a big shot," I replied as I shifted the bowl in front of Dion and approached towards me.

Dion rubbed my head while revealing his smile. "I'm still in love. Wonder not, anyway?" dion's tease I returned with a smile.

"Where's his back?" investigate Dion while rubbing my back.

"His call starts at three in the morning until dawn, Mas. Now come and go."

Dion reaffirmed his smile. "Eat a lot!"

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Seeing the signs of giving birth already coming and going, Dion decided not to go anywhere today. I have decided to resign since my pregnancy entered the age of eight months, still busy typing. Both sharpen their eyes on a glowing monitor.

"Mas, what time will he see his doctor?" ask me to ask about doctor Sitta's practice schedule. I usually check on Saturdays, but as the back pain intensifies we decided to check tonight as well.

"Hour six, honey."

That meant we were leaving thirty minutes earlier. I signed up by phone, and we were lucky to get the first sequence number.

"Rest, Honey. Already dealing with novels," Dion advised while closing half my laptop screen.

"Mas," whining.

Dion led me to bed. Slowly she laid down my body very carefully. Both legs are still dangling he lifted and he comforts my berbaring position. A gentle kiss he touched on the forehead covered with hair. "Mom's pregnant it's time to bob."

I'm not fighting anymore. Even as the blanket began to cover her lower body, I could only look at her affectionate face. Curse his fingers and wrap them around my stomach. "Mas, accompany me bobok."

My perfect man pulled both corners of his lips together to form a perfect arch. Smilingly. He immediately lay on my right side. Making one arm as a pillow and the other arm hug my distended stomach cordially.

Hugs are like hypnosis. My eyes felt increasingly attacked by drowsiness and slowly I was brought to the subconscious with peace of mind. And I felt Dion sleeping too. His snoring was heard in my ear which was very close to his lips.

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At half-six we were out the door. Just about to set foot to slash the distance, Mr. Aryan was right out of the elevator. We both stepped up and agreed to stop when the distance left only one meter.

"Where are you going?"

"Check the contents."

Mr. Aryan is getting curious. "It's usually Saturday. Are there any signs of giving birth?"

"His back began to ache from last night. The more pain here."

Listening to the explanation from Dion, Mr. Aryan immediately reversed his steps again. "Come, I'll take you!"

Without rebutting, I followed his steps. Indeed, from the beginning Dion planned to take a taxi because of the condition of my pregnancy which has entered the delivery period. Me and Dion were sitting on the back bench, while Mr. Aryan was driving very carefully.

"Does your back pain lead to any signs of childbirth?" look at Mr. Aryan by looking back for a moment.

"Maybe. That's why we chose to check. We're afraid we're too relaxed and too late to handle" Dion chimed in without stopping his touch on the back of my body.

Mr. Aryan no longer asks. He focused on directing his steering wheel to turn into the hospital area. Go straight to the parking lot without dropping us off in the lobby. He said there was a closer way through. And we just obey, which is important for good we will do. Sure enough, there was a back door that connected the car park and the obstetrician's practice room.

"Go home, you must be tired of just getting home from work!" dion's advice to Mr. Aryan who sat in line.

"I'll accompany you."

"Thank you, Bang," I said to the man sitting on my left.

"Don't keep saying that sentence. Now, all you have to do is pray."

Just as Mr. Aryan finished his sentence, the nurse came out of the doctor's office and called my name. Soon we left Brother in his chair to rush into the room. Doctor Sitta opened the sheet on his desk.

"Are there any complaints, ma'am?" Usually check on Saturday."

"My wife's back hurts from last night, Doc."

"This is why your blood pressure is 140/110? Though all this time until the last check all normal. Relax your mind!"

"Is that dangerous, Doc?" dion's question began to be apprehensive.

"We'll check first, yeah!" doctor Sitta's advice immediately asked me to lie down and do an ultrasound.

So much time was spent looking carefully at what was in my womb, finally the checking process was completed. Doctor Sitta and I went back to the table. There was a gurat caught, doctor Sitta sighed before speaking.

"Mom's amniotic fluid is few and mother's blood pressure is high. Pain in the back can be a sign of giving birth. Therefore, please do a urine test first. It will be called again after the results come out."

The sentence after sentence that the doctor said made me and Dion look at each other. There was a ripple that suddenly widened. Dion's little finger grip gave me some peace. A nurse led me out of the doctor's office through the back door. Towards a table similar to the reception desk. There I was given an object that was used to hold urine.

My feelings are not because of. Deg-degan that I can't control. With a step that seemed to be given a heavy burden I entered the toilet. Doing the doctor's orders and I soon found there was a spot on something that further strengthened the sign of childbirth.

Passing through the toilet door, I rested my legs for a bit.

"O Allah, if these signs are the instructions for the birth of the child of the servant, then make the process easy."

I took a deep breath and slowly threw it away. Creating calm so as not to raise blood pressure again that has already soared. Approaching Dion who was waiting at the end of the hall and handed the clear liquid to the nurse who had given me the container.

"Please go back to the waiting room! We'll call back later if the results come out."

Dion took me back to see Mr. Aryan. Sitting next to the heart that is getting faster. The hanging questions filled the confused mind. Anxiety haunts. About blood pressure suddenly becoming high? What impact? What about a little water? Why do I have to have a urine test? What if the test results are not up to expectations?

Ah, I'm so worried.

As if he could feel my uneasiness, Dion tightened his grasp. Pulling me into a hug and rubbing my hair slowly. Mr. Aryan seemed to be able to detect an awkwardness. His eyes stared intently looking for answers to curiosity.

"What's wrong?"