BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

88. Thank God

This morning, we were in the hospital. Ken didn't give me any choice even though I was just feeling weak and a little nauseous. Even he took me to the IGD, to be dealt with quickly. An action that I think is too excessive. But I realized that it was a form of concern for Ken to me.

"Please, check on my wife now. It was vomiting." Ken told the doctor.

"Vomit how many times, sir?" Ask the doctor, and start checking.

"One time!" said Ken, followed by a strange look from the doctor. "But my wife looks really sick."

"How late are you, Mom?" ask the young doctor who just checked me out.

"It's only been a day." I immediately connected with what the doctor was questioning, while Ken was a bit confused, because it's about the female world.

"Congratulations, pregnant woman" said the doctor.

Ken and I looked at each other. Then Ken's face turned bright, his smile was so wide, while I was just silent, I was really confused. Is this real or a dream?

"Certainly doc?" ask Ken.

"Yes, right sir. Congratulations" said the doctor.

"So, you can check again to make sure, whether this is true or not. Because my wife said earlier, the results of the test are one real line, another one is still vague" said Ken.

"God willing I'm not wrong, sir. To be more certain, can directly ultrasound with the obstetrician. It's still early in the morning, can I ask you?" ask the doctor.

"Yes, yes doc" said Ken.

The doctor immediately went to the table where the doctor was guarding. He called someone, then directed us to the gynecologist.

"Fiufff, bismillahbornrahmanirrahim. I hope it's true. I hope the doctor is not wrong. If he's wrong, I won't forgive him for giving me false hope and it hurts so much!" Ken kept talking, while pushing me in a wheelchair towards the gynaecology.

Yes, I was forced to sit in a wheelchair because Ken was worried that something might happen to me after the IGD doctor told me that I was pregnant. Even if you are pregnant, walking is not a problem.

We are second. After the first patient came out, Ken pushed my chair straight inside. There was waiting for a middle-aged obstetrician.

"Good morning, sir. Can I help you?" ask the doctor so kindly that it makes us comfortable.

"It's doc, the doctor said keep my wife pregnant. We want to make sure that's true" Ken said.

"Okay, then let's check it out, sir. Come on ma'am, lie down here." the doctor pointed at the bed next to his desk.

I was asked to go up to the bed, and then began a series of examinations. We both stared at the USG machine monitor screen with great concentration. Worried about missing one explanation of the doctor.

"This is the pouch already visible, but the baby is not yet visible" the doctor said, showing monthly on the monitor screen.

"That means?" ask Ken.

"Pregnant wife. The results of the test were vague because the content was only biweekly. But it's positive." The doctor explained. Usually if you have entered the first month then the line will be clear. "Later to be tested again a week later, God willing is already clearly visible the second line."

"Alhamdulillah. Then how's doc?" ask Ken again. "Does my wife walk? Or should you lie in bed?"

After finishing, Ken pushed the chair towards the finance section, then took the drugs in the pharmaceutical section. While I waited in one of the seats.

"Then, let's go home" said Ken. "Want to walk or take a wheelchair?" ask Ken again.

"Run, the doctor said it was okay, too" I said.

Ken guided my hand. He reminded me to be careful because in my stomach there is now his son.

"Cock quiet?" Ask Ken again.

"Huh, I'm confused." I said.

"Why?"

"I'm a dream, mas."

"Lho, why?"

"Just this morning I said surrender, know God is true love. I'm pregnant, mas. Aye, right?" I don't know why it feels like haru.

"Yes dear." Ken held my hand tightly.

Indeed, our waiting period to be given offspring counted for a while, just two months married. But I really hope that I can soon have offspring. A really big hope.

After the Lord placed her in my womb, it felt really moved. What we truly hope for, always laid down is finally granted by God.

"We have to tell my mom and my parents" Ken said.

"Yes." I nodded quickly.

From the hospital, we headed to my mother's house. Hearing the news about my pregnancy, my mom was really happy. Even laughing shed tears. Crying happily because mom is just like me, hoping that I will get offspring soon.

But before we left, my mom asked me not to tell her dad and his family. Mama hoped that we kept it a secret, I don't know what my mother's purpose was, but mama reasoned for your good, so I obeyed. Besides, I don't think it's important to tell papa, because our relationship hasn't improved either.

After that we told the Ken Family. Just like mom, Ken's dad and mom were so happy. To the point that Ken's father came home from his office to hear straight from our mouths the tidings.

"Mom, distribute as much as possible to orphanages, street children and poor people around where we live. Do not let anyone around us tonight who is sad because of lack of food and money" said Ken's father who is of Indonesian and Australian blood. "And you son, take good care of your son-in-law and future granddaughter. This boy will be my successor. Make sure she was born perfectly healthy, not one less. You know Ken!" father's orders.

"InshaAllah. Ken will take good care of Rara and our child-to-be!" ken said, no less happy than his father.

Be spent today by sharing. Food parcels were delivered to all the neighbors, the nearest orphanage, scavengers, passing rickshawmen.

Not to forget that I sent a lot of gifts to my mother. Mother said, it is for besan because it has given birth to a daughter who brings happiness in their family. Hearing you mother made me even more grateful. Mother's love is real. Even mama was confused how to return gifts from the mother.

"Oh yes son Rara, what about the papa nak Rara. Where will the prize be sent?" ask mother.

Ken and I looked at each other.