Asmara Anastasia

Birth And Death

The sound of the foot beat and gurney wheel colliding with the ceramic floor, filled the area of the hospital loby as the body of a pregnant woman rolled weakly over the gurney with grimacing lips to endure the pain.

"Quick sister," asked the woman for the umpteenth time.

"So soon, miss." Intended to calm down, some of the sisters continued to answer the patient's words gently despite the mixed mood.

A few people caught up behind, only able to follow in the footsteps of the medics in front of him. Once they found the elevator door, the medics swiftly put the patient's carrier gurney into the Vvip room on the top floor of the building.

In the elevator running, Mirah tries to contact Arka. After a few moments of panic with Anastasya's condition, now the middle-aged woman can think clearly and quickly contact the son to report the condition of his daughter-in-law.

"Oh my god, protect my daughter-in-law" Mirah said as she waited for a phone call.

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Mirah and Arka were unable to hide the sadness when obstetricians exposed Anastasya's current condition.

"There is an obstacle that makes the fetus must be born early. And we're gonna have a cecas operation to speed up the birth process."

Both swallowed heavy saliva. The team of doctors has determined the best for Anastasya and her future baby. Arka as a husband can only support, and pray for the safety of his wife and child.

In the operating room, Arka always gripped Anastasya's hand to drain the power. The woman's forehead was soft, trying to calm down.

The veil of anxiety and fear was imprinted on Anastasya's pretty face. It was natural to remember this birth process was her first experience.

"Rilex, calm your mind and worry nothing. I'm here for you. You're great, you're a great mother to our son." An unrelenting sedative sentence is written by the Ark throughout the birth process.

I don't know what Anastasya felt, but the corner of his eyes was heating up and unable to stem the crystal melt that just fell.

He cried because he regretted the first time why fate found him with the figure of Rangga and not Arka who is now holding his hand on the operating table.

Regretting why not Arka who became the biological father of the baby candidate and Rangga who ran away left him.

"A-arka, thanks. I'm sorry." One sentence was said from Anastasya's lips. A sincere sentence as an overflow of his heart to Arka.

Arka frowning.

*Thank you.

Ii'm sorry.

Arka did not reply, only a thin smile etched into her sensual lips.

A cry of singing filled the room. Anastasya and Arka were overwhelmed with a sense of haru and happiness beyond measure.

Anastasya was only able to catch a glimpse of the baby before the tiny body was cleaned by a nurse and then took her to a special room.

Arka remained on Anastasya's side. He faithfully accompanied his wife from various processes after the operation until transferred to the observation room.

There is no obstacle whatsoever even though Anastasya's body condition is still weak. Same with the baby boy who was born. The baby was healthy despite being born sooner than expected.

Anastasya had remembered for a moment when he was met with the baby. The baby was handsome, white-skinned with a dense black mane. So similar to the face of Rangga that makes the feeling of Anastasya increasingly poranda.

It feels like to protest to the creator, why not make the face of the son more like himself and just like the man who has left him.

However, he could do nothing but accept his destiny.

The knock on the door of the room broke Anastasya's daydream. Rangga who sat waiting for him, spontaneously got up.

A nurse emerged from the open door with a pias face. And I don't know why Anastasya felt that something wasn't okay.

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Tightness in the chest. Anastasya could not even cry to vent his sadness. The son, who was born a few hours later, is now sleeping peacefully with his heart no longer beating.

I want to scream, but I can't.

Wanted to feel roaring, but he was powerless.

Anastasya slouched his face on the chest of Raka's field to vent all the tightness in the chest.

The medical team who helped with the birth of the baby also mourned. All lowered their heads also occasionally sounded sobbing from their lips. But after seeing the rigour of an Anastasya, make them realize that all is already the fate line of the almighty.

Initially the baby weighing 3,450 grams was born quite healthy. Not at all problematic until moved to a special room. But after two hours the baby looked pale as well as his heart rate weakened. The doctors and nurses. A variety of aids and aids were used, but nil, all did not reap results until the tiny baby breathed its last after two hours of being born second.

The creator loved baby Anastasya more. And brought him to the most beautiful paradise as a place to live.

My son is gone, just as my father left me.