CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#69
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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad
As a matter of fact, her pregnancy was indeed at high risk claims. First pregnancy full of tests. Asha knows the growth and development of the baby makes the body of its host weakened, sucking up all the energy. Stress pressure in nature is the main trigger for the poor endurance of Asha, so he must be willing to go in and out of the hospital to suffer his suffering.
Until the age of 6 months, the nightmare hit Asha. When the movement slows down because the stomach bulges, accompanied by a decreased metabolism.
After eating, his body slumped to the floor. The moaning felt a round in his stomach like an irresistible wave.
Asha was completely knocked down when Hanifah came in shock - goopoh approached. Anxious instead of playing, Hanifah screamed to help her stand up.
"Oh Allah, Asha. Istigfar son, say the name of God!"
Asha felt numb at the bottom, momentarily thinking that she had heavy bleeding again. But Asha's conjecture was wrong, her fortitude broke. It feels like someone pulled our belt very strongly for 20 seconds, it hurts so much.
Throughout the day Asha felt continuous pain, although there was a pause in each contract.Asha finally rushed to the hospital to get periodic treatment.
Her crying broke out because of her fear of the baby's condition. Asha tried hard to feel the leg kick so that he knew that his son was still holding on.
6 Months, by God the baby is 24 weeks and 3 days old. How could his son be forced out so quickly?
Asha down her fingers attached to the infusion.
"Move, please. Do whatever it takes to convince Mama that you're still holding on, son".
"You'll be safe. You and your granddaughter are fine. You're the ones who will accompany Mama in this old age"
Hardcore Hanifah, stroking her stomach until she feels comfortable.
Asha nodded, not expecting the seconds - the seconds of his struggle will be passed alone. All that unbearable pain, only with the presence of Hanifah did he face. Without Azam, the name came to pass. The more he remembered, the more Asha knew he missed her half-dead.
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Asha had been in a coma for several hours because of severe bleeding, the miracle of the mother and her father survived. Asha has been transferred to the sterile room, while the baby is hunted in the incubator. Assisted with breathing apparatus, because the heart and lungs are impaired. Maybe because the baby is premature, but overall the organs are perfect.
The nameplate of Arsenio Ashfahaniy Wiratama, a pinch of the name given to his first son. The baby boy was born weighing 1.3 kg, so small but incredibly handsome with a pointed nose. Asha does not have the heart because there are several hose pairs of breathing apparatus.
"Behold my son, you have come this far. So hang on for Mama. You have to live, the only one belongs to Mama".
As if listening, the baby spoke back. O Allah, even his voice can vibrate the recesses of the soul.
The nurse opened the glass box when the heart-detection screen turned red. Asha panicked, seeing her baby's movements getting weaker. In between Asha banging on the glass quietly, the nurse ran away from Asha and returned with a doctor.
The doctor and nurse suddenly turned pale. Asha is not very fluent in Dutch. But she knew what the doctor said, that the baby was gone. Retrieved by its real owner.
For a moment Asha felt a gust of angelic juba carrying her Arsen flying into the sky. Before everything changed like a city that was hit by a tsunami.
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Jakarta, 2021
The ringing of the telephon broke his daydream, Azam glanced at his phone and the name prof. Yasin's right there.
"Asaalamualaikum, Wa Haji"
Azam makes a sound while putting on the headset, driving the car.
A greeting reply was heard later, the old voice then rebuked Azam for his absence from attending Friday discussions. Moreover Azam canceled their meeting 2 times.
Azam is looking for an alibi.
A long breath sounded.
"I'm sorry, but for that you must come to the house of my great family, Khairul Azam. Take your parents to dinner for two. Her brother Yasmin, my younger brother, wanted to meet one of these outstanding young lecturers"
Turn Azam who took a long breath. Just a moment ago he was faced with a problem, now let alone this?
"I have a document from the Faculty which___!"
"Campus business can be done after returning from my home, right? Please, child. Do not refuse the request of a father who has come far away from Abu Dabhi?"
Whahuh? Azam obviously never told his sister Prof. Yasin returned to his homeland. And if this is about preaching, then Azam should have warned - wanti. But then again, how unpleasant Azam refused Prof's application. Yasins.
"All right, I'll come"
"With your parents?"
"I didn't promise"
Azam knew the answer was disappointing, but Prof. Yasin understood and said next time Sam and Seruni should stop by his residence for dinner together. Azam just said it.
Then Azam went home when it was dark, came with an outrageous face. Azam felt today was very sad. Among the berserk thoughts, Seruni came right after the roar of his Jeep car engine stopped roaring. Welcomed on the lips of the door and anxiously looked at the tangle in his son.
"What's going on? You don't come home all day, can't be contacted, make you worried. Your father even sent his unit sub-units to look for you in every town".
Azam wanted to let go of the laughter of seeing his mother sulking but could never do well.
"Unfortunately they didn't find me. So, the search can be stopped now"
Sahutnya, pressing on Sam's actions a little excessive. Seruni hit Azam's arm, thankfully slowly.
"Bad child, can you still pawn mother like that?"
Azam kissed Seruni's hand after giving him punishment.
"Sorry to make everyone anxious, I went to see Arkha Dirgantara in Madiun".
Seruni lined Azam's steps, followed his son's footsteps to enter the kitchen.
"Sir is Asha, right? who served in the Kediri Battalion?"
Azam nodded.
"What are you talking about, son?"
Azam threw out a can of fizzy drink.
"Speak a lot, Asha"
Azam muttered.
"Hm, who else could have messed with my life other than that woman"
Seruni intrusively walked closer to Azam, rendering stiff and disappointed.
Azam could not bear it, there was someone who offered him a shoulder and he could not resist the warmth of affection.
Azam silenced himself into his mother's arms, closing his eyes, enduring the turmoil that seemed to order him to destroy himself. Run.
"I had a son, but he died".
Azam's whisper, and his whisper disappeared in the wind through the air hole.
