Buying Wife

part#69

Today Mahira and I went back to the hospital. It had been a week of talking to me and the doctor at that time. Until now I have not said anything about Ali's situation.

My Mahira looks happy. His face is so sparkling. Lina happily looked clearly on her face. I'm glad to see it. After a long time he was so moody and bemoaning himself.

I didn't take off his hand all the way. Lucky Mr. Misran is healthy and can take us. So I can focus on my wife.

"Darling, you are so beautiful today."

"I'm going to pick up our kids. Last night I dreamed they were coming home today. I took them and brought them home. It feels so happy, Mom."

"Alhamdulillah. Good sign, yes."

"Aamiin's."

Even the conviction to bring Ali home, no longer exists. No, I don't believe in miracles. I'm just being rational so that when something bad happens, I'm ready.

Am I really going to be ready?

Mahira walked very quickly to the perinatology room. He even left me far behind.

The look on his face changed as soon as his face peeked out of the window. I stopped the step. Try to strengthen yourself when you see what is happening.

Justright. Ali was surrounded by officers. They look busy and tense.

O Allah, is it possible that you will take Ali today?

An officer came out and called us both. He said we could come in.

Without further admonition, Mahira ran towards the room. She who has missed her children or him ....

My son is no longer in the room with another baby. Maybe because we're going in so the room is different.

"Mom, mother's son ...."

"Talk to me, Doc." I interrupted. Because seeing Mahira is not consensual. His focus was on his weak helpless son.

"Sorry, Sir. But I have to say, we'd better take the tools off."

That's all the doctor said. Maybe because there is no hope.

I-i understand. The tools only made Ali suffer. He always tried to survive maybe because he wanted to be touched by his mother. Or ....

With all the power available, I approached and whispered to Mahira who was still staring fixedly at Ali. He just wiped Ali's face.

"Why not carry. Come on, let's get him home."

Mahira looked at me with her hands still on Ali's little face.

"Talklize Ali, baby. He's too tired to hold on. Don't make him suffer for too long, yeah."

Mahira stared blankly. No crying, no blinking.

We all fell silent. Only the voices of other babies could occasionally be heard crying.

With a trembling hand, Mahira grabbed Ali's frail body. Carry it gently. Then kiss her affectionately for the first time.

Mahira smiles.

He held Ali. Put that little baby on her chest. "I wish, the flow of life I could give to his body."

"Darling, don't do it."

"Mother sincerely gives you the rest of your life, son. Take it."

Ali reacted. His body was shrunk like a shocked person. His hands moved like he was looking for a grip. Mahira again raised our baby's body closer to her face. Then give his index finger to Ali reach.

Ali clasped Mahira's index finger tightly. Mahira's body trembled violently even though she smiled.

Me and some of the female officers who were there could not hold back tears. My Ali is not strong. He wanted to leave however, as hindered by his mother's sincerity.

I approached. He grabbed Mahira's body and rubbed our little baby's face.

"Dad, be sincere if you want to go home, son. Go away quietly. Wait for us in heaven."

"Sure mother, dear. Go home." whispered Mahira to our son.

Ali sounded out. Crying or laughing, I don't know ....

Mahira clutched her baby tightly. He tried hard and did not shed tears at that time. We know Ali's gone forever.

Me and Mahira. Our baby is really brought home. Although she could not decorate our house with her cries but with the cries of all of us.

"Algi is well, he can be brought home."

Yep. Algi came home with us. Doker said Algi was healthy despite frequent controls to make sure everything was okay.

Having twins is indeed a risk of being born with a body weight that is less than normal. Our son was born not yet enough months.

This has become divine power. He came to take the blessing of his grandfather to his parents.

Ali, Son. I love you more than anything in the world. Even if your presence is just a moment. Thank you for making your grandfather bless your father and mother's marriage.

Mahira is so strong. From bathing to preparing the shroud for Ali, she did not cry. Just silence.

I know, among all of us, he's the one who's hurt the most. I could see as he prepared the shroud, he was smiling bitterly. Perhaps, he thought, he should be preparing diapers for Ali, not the shroud.

Even when we headed to the funeral, Mahira still looked strong.

Until ....

"Come on! mother ikuuuut ...."

Mahira was hysterical when Ali's small body was about to enter the burrow. I, who was below to receive the body of my son, was told to go upstairs to appease Mahira.

I'm putting her body down which is starting to weaken. Her deafening cry was now beginning to disappear. Only the sound of heart-wrenching cries could be heard. Lamenting her baby who has now been covered in red soil.

"Honey, sincere. There's still Algi who needs us" I whispered to Mahira.

He closed his eyes. Trying to calm down and maybe he regained consciousness after hearing my words.

"Nrong ...." Now he was crying calling our other son.

Mahira was still crying, and I finally decided to take her home even though Ali's burial was not over.

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"Darling ... Ali's. Forgive me for not watching your eater until it's over. Mother still does not have strong faith to accept the fact that you are more loved by God.

Son, thank you for coming to accompany your life for these nine months. Accompany the mother to sleep, eat and pray when night falls. Mother will always miss the time when we gather together later. With my dad and Algi.

Son, Mother never forgets you even in the blink of an eye. In your heart, you will always be alive. Your little finger grip is still feeling. Mother realized, at that time you were very tired to survive, right? Mother apologizes for being selfish asking you to keep fighting.

Aki dear, mother's prayer will always flow for you in every breath of the mother. May you be there happy.

Honey ... Mother really misses you, son.

Forgive me, Ali. Forgive Mother."

Mahira hugged Ali's tombstone, no matter which shirt was dirty and wet from the rain.

Mahira returned the next day after she felt really strong to visit Ali's grave.

Although there is Algi, in fact it is not enough to console the heart of Mahira. The pain cannot be completely treated.

That is the love of a mother. Although with dozens of children as a substitute for children who have left, it does not necessarily make you forget the pain when they lose their children.

Ali, honey. I miss you too, son.

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