An Unassumed Marriage

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"Where's Pram?" ask the mother directly to Pramana who just came.

"What's the matter, Mom? I just finished the administration for Anisa to be dealt with immediately, she .. miscarried!" clearly Pramana is so limp and lethargic like no passion!" on his shirt there were also many blood spots from Anisa's bleeding.

"Astagfirullah .. O Allah .. You why the hell Nak? up until this," Bella's mother covered her face with a palm shop.

Lukman stood up and took a deep breath, then rubbed Pramana's shoulder, saying. "Your face is dirty!" then he turned to look toward Mang Pei.

"Mamang should go home first, get clean clothes for Pramana, see his clothes are dirty lots of blood spots!" mr. Lukman said to mang Pei.

Bu Bella also glanced at the pei mang peda alternating with Pramana. "Just bring clean Pramana and Anisa, just ask Auntie that she prepare it."

"Good, Sir. Mom, if that's how Mamang goes first." Mang Pei nodded then bowed respectfully turning his body then left the place.

Every now and then Pramana stood before the door of the ER room and looked up at the ceiling while holding her head. It seemed that his heart was agitated and anxious.

Not long ... mang Pei returned with a bag containing Pramana and Anisa clothes in one bag right.

Pramana set her eyes in the bag. Slowly take her clothes.

Pramana passed while carrying clothes about to the mushola with a floating feeling, shaky steps and thoughts drifted out of nowhere.

In the waiting room, Bella and her husband wait for Anisa. While Mang Pei returned home with the employer's letter.

Anxious faces are still with Lukman and Bu Bella.

“Ya Allah .. may his handling be smooth and Anisa is fine yes.” She muttered Bella while breathing deeply.

“Aamiin ya Allah .. hopefully.” timpalnya mak Lukman while standing and wiggling both legs alternately that feels sore.

“Who's chat, Yah?” bella asked when she saw her husband reading a message on his phone.

“Joni, said their car stuck in traffic.” Lukman replied while keeping his phone in his pocket.

“Astagfirullah .. there-there is yes Yes Well ..” watered down bu Bella while sitting listlessly with a view towards the door of the ER.

The door of the ER room opened in tandem with the arrival of Pramana who returned from the mosque. Who approached the doctor. “Where Do I doc my wife?”

“Alhamdulillah .. thanks to the prayers of all of you, the handling is complete and running smoothly. Now this your wife wants to be moved to the hospital room and wait for her to wake up or wake up.” The doctor gave thanks for the smoothness of his duties with other colleagues.

Mr. Bella, Mr. Lukman and Pramana also seemed happy and did not forget to thank the Almighty! because of his will everything that happens to us all.

“Thank you Doc, thank you?” said Pramana with a face that returned color not as pale as before.

Then the cage that brought Anisa was removed from the ER room to be moved to the VIP room and Pramana also encouraged to drive her to the hospital room.

Ms. Bella and Mr. Lukman followed from behind with a little relief because the critical period was over and just waiting for the patient to wake up.

Now Anisa was lying on the bed in the room, with some intravenous needles in her hands Anisa was also dressed as a patient. Pramana sat in front of Anisa who was still unconscious and in her eyes the pale face of Anisa very closely.

Slowly Pramana's hand touched the hand of Anisa attached to the syringe, slowly Pramana said. “I'm glad you're past tritis. I soon realized, I want to see your sweet smile again. I'm so worried that you're like this.”

“Iya Bu .. true it is. Children are just care not even just that. Wife, husband. Treasure and child is the care of the creator.” The husband's dream.

“Nisa ... You why Nak?” the voice of Farida's mother who had just come and half jumped came to her daughter who was lying unconscious.

“Assalamu’alaikum ...  Why did it happen like this?” pak Joni approached the friend+besan who was in

couches.

“Wa’alaikum salam .. alhamdulillah you have arrived.” Mr. Lukman immediately welcomed it.

“He'eh,” then pak Joni approached Anisa who had not been embraced by his wife.

Ms. Farida could not help but cry, seeing her daughter's condition like this. “What happened to you Nisa? Until it happens like this?” ms. Farida kept talking while kissing Anisa's forehead.

Pramana kissed the back of Joni's hand that was standing not far from her. Then let him sit down and he took another chair.

Mr Joni then asked what had happened to his daughter, so it happened unconscious like this? and what causes it.

Pramana also told from the beginning she came and did not find Anisa in her room, but in the bathroom that was locked in a state of fainting and bleeding. Until the miscarriage.

“What? miscarriage?” bu Farida seemed shocked to hear the sentence of miscarriage and looked at the direction of Bu Bella and Pramana alternately.

Pramana nodded slowly while bowing her face and accepted sincerely if both of her parents Anisa blamed her negligent self.

Ms. Bella approached Farida's mother and then in her arms. “Maybe this is best for Anisa. The child is the care of the almighty and hopefully later replaced with others.”

Ms. Farida took a deep breath. Until several times and he tried hard and patient, he also realized that this was the provision of the almighty that must be accepted patiently.

Pramana was standing near Anisa and justifying the pouch of infusion, her heart was still filled with excitement to see Anisa had not been conscious until this moment, and wanted to immediately see the woman awake.

“Nak Pram's. How much to pay the admistrasi all and the total is not how much everything? Later I transfer to your account number,” said Mr. Joni while staring fixedly at Pramana.

“Ha? no-no, no need, Dad. That's my duty.” Pramana looked confused.

“Joni, it's been Pramana's obligation and it's her right as husband to meet Anisa's needs. Let it be, do not challenge him .. no, ach already. Let Pramana be in charge.” The ideal of Mr. Lukman with a soft look at Mr. Joni.

“No pa-pa nih Pram?” pak Joni looked towards Pramana who immediately nodded. It's nothing .. His problem in Anisa's birth is not Pramana's flesh and blood. That's why Joni feels risky.

“It's okay, Dad. Let it be my duty" said Pramana again.

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