As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon
Episode 99's. My Baby Boy's...
I complained when I felt pain in my stomach. Medical menirut is called contraction. Preparation of birth process. As time approached, I panicked. But it's not just me that way. The whole house feels it. Mbok Jum, Bu An and especially Aiman. Like a husband, he was so panicked. His steps became impatient and impressed unscrupulous. Several times his body had to collide with Bu An or mbok Jum while trying to help me. "Hospital, sister.." I said half a scream with a gasp of breath. My hand accidentally grabbed Aiman's arm and it became my target. The punch and pinch I put on his arm. I don't know why I did that. I feel my pain is a little less. "Astaghfirullah" said Aiman while carrying my body. "I'll walk, brother" I said. "Faster like this" said Aiman who continues to spur the pace. "Yes, God." I cried out in pain. I hit the punch again. This time to his chest. Strangely not a bit Aiman complained or ignited anger over the treatment.
Shortly after, the car drove. The pace is pretty fast. During the trip I stirred up while rubbing my stomach. Sometimes I also rub my face just relax the angry self. I say His name in every complaint in my prayer. Until in the delivery room all my complaints are still spoken even though in the heart. In addition to the long prayer, a single face was clearly painted in my heart and mind. "Sister Keanu.." as I call it. There was a deep wanderlust when his name and figure were present. Tears were not consciously shed. "Our son is about to be born, Brother" I whispered barely audible.
"Fara.." whispered Aiman. "The spirit is yes." said Aiman again who immediately responded with a smile. The smile that adorned the face however, I myself did not know how it looked at the current situation. "Master, you can be here...Accompanying the lady" said a nurse. "Em, I'm outside" said Aiman Gagu and immediately stepped out. "Companying? If Keanu's brother existed, he would have been with me at this moment.." My inner self. And again my tears flowed.
"Mrs. The opening is complete" said a doctor. Ah, somehow I describe the pain I feel right now. But it's a mother's struggle, I have to be passionate. For the child who has been waiting for his presence.
"Breath, breath, push." says the doctor. "Akh.." I sighed following the doctor's direction. It's amazing how I feel right now. Again, it is difficult to describe in words. "Yes, God...!" my yelling. Along with that came a loud cry. The cry of a long-awaited baby boy. Plunge free of my tears upon the birth of my baby boy. The baby boy will be named Rafan Ghifari Abdullah. Although I could not see the look on his face, I was sure he was as handsome as his father.
"Fara.welcome yes. Your son is very handsome" said Aiman. I smiled hearing it. "Em, thank you Kak for serving him" I said while trying to reach him just my form of reverence. Aiman also took my hand.
Deg.
Again, that weird swish I think as we shake hands with each other. Hands so warm. Hands that seemed able to wash away my anxiety all this time. A hand that has not been held for a long time because of ego and disappointment. Even on the roar of his breath I have marked it. But all of that became vague when I was adrift with the information I got about Aiman some time ago. Inversely with the figure that has been in my mind all this time. I don't know...I became a gamang linking all the pieces of memory with the present.
"Sir, Madam.this is her son. Very handsome like his father" said a nurse while offering my baby boy. I smiled and grabbed my son. And my hands started to touch his face. Feel every curve there is. Fix.he's so handsome. His nose was following his father. I smiled happily and I didn't feel it anymore, my tears were freefall again. Just unravel.
"Dear cup.." I said as I froze him in my arms. "Maybe your son doesn't want you to cry. Therefore laugh until she too late in your happiness and do not need to cry anymore like you now." said Aiman who then took my son from my cradle. Then I heard Aiman kick. His voice is so sad. And it managed to make my son calm back in the cradle of shahdu rhythm.
"Congratulations, Non.." said mbok Jum who was stuck near the edge of the bed where I was. "His son is very handsome, Non. Mbok was also nervous to see his cheeks earlier." said mbok Jum. From the way he said I'm sure he was so sumringah. "Who does it look like, mbok...?" selorohku while laughing and shrinking my tears. "The eyes are very similar to non-Fara. His nose may look like his father, because it is different from non-Fara" said mbok Jum. "In addition there is a birthmark under his right ear, Non" said Mbok Jum again. "Birthmark? Likewhat?" I asked curiously while correcting my sitting position. "Like a mole but not protruding. No, maybe I can't feel it. The color is brownish almost dark" said mbok Jum describing my son's birthmark.
"Why not be a police investigator, Mbok." said Aiman chuckled. "Den Aiman is. "For very detailed reasons, mbok explained it" said Aiman still in his kekeh.
Tiktok clock starts to voice the time. And it's four in the afternoon. I sat down while humming a little. My hands were unceasingly wiping my sleeping little boy as soon as I filled him.
"Who...?" I heard footsteps approaching me for a moment. "Who...?" ask again. But there's no answer. I'm wry. In my current situation, it would be very difficult to pay attention to the circumstances around.
"You don't deserve to take care of this baby." said one man. His voice is heavy. I don't know who. I can't recognize him. "Who are you...?" I said again while holding my son tightly in my cradle.
"Give me the baby...!" said the man a little screamed. I'm getting wry. Especially when he started to force. His hands started trying to reach my son. "Don't...! This is my son...! Please...!" my yelling.
