Dad for My Twins

#67

Silvira threw her tired body on the mattress at the home stay she rented. Silvira decides to stay there alone, while Fahri and Farhan follow Amir home with his father and mother. A moment later he took a bath and prayed Isya. After the prayer, Silvira sat on the bed, leaned against her backrest and propped up the back of her stomach with a pillow. Still 4 months of gestational age, maybe because of fatigue it feels a little sore in the area.

Silvira then grabbed the phone she had put on the nightstand. Then he typed in a message and sent it to Ammar.

Bismillah... Ammar sorry to interrupt, I want to tell you that I, Azam mas, and the twins had an accident while traveling to Mas Azam's parents' house...

The message was sent to Ammar, but Ammar had not read it. Silvira informs Ammar of their accident not because Ammar is his ex-girlfriend, but in addition to Azam's co-workers, Ammar and his family are like family to Azam and Silvira, their children are also in the same class as the twins.

Currently Silvira needs a friend to talk, how permission to Azam's office, because Azam was also unconscious.

Drrt..drrtt..drrt.

"Halo Assalamualaikum" said Silvira.

"Waalaikumussalam Sil, where are you now? How are you all doing?"

"I was at home next to the hospital where Azam was treated, thank God I was good, the twins were also good, they were at the home of Mas Azam's parents, while Mas Azam had severe brain injuries, he said, it was operated on, and now it's still in the ICU" Silvira replied.

"Innalillahi wa ina ilaihi roojiun" said Azam.

"What about Mba?" arum asked, apparently Ammar set the loud speaker mode.

"Alhamdulillah no papa, only I also had fainted for about an hour, it was out when I realized, mas Azam was already in the operating room," said Silvira.

"Now is Mba alone in home stay?" ask Arum.

"Yes Mba," Silvira answered briefly.

"Mba must be sad, hug from here Mba," said Arum.

"Yes Mba, thank you," Silvira said.

"Sil, about the office, you don't have to think that let me take care of his permission" said Ammar.

"Hmm, yes it's Mar, I also want to ask for help that was actually, please ask permission for Azam mas," said Silvira relieved, because Ammar knew who was also worried.

"Eh I hung up the phone first yes Mar, Mba Arum, I can not be long, afraid later the hospital can not contact me because in another call, dah Assalamualaikum," said Silvira.

"Waalaikumusalam," replied Arum and Ammar then hung up his phone.

"Unfortunately Umma and Abati, hungry yes baby, wait a minute, we eat this whole thing, but now drink milk first yes, be patient Umma make it first," Silvira told the fetus she contains.

Silvira took a box of powdered milk from her bag, then headed for a water dispenser in the corner of the room, she picked up a paper cup normally used for brewing coffee - which was also available there, and made warm milk.

He sat on the sofa beside his bed. Sipping his warm milk - after reading Bismillah, of course. I don't feel her tears falling. Because all this time Azam did not even miss making milk for him.

"Mas Azam.." he said.

"Son, you must miss yes hear the voice of abati that every day you are sure to talk, and also elus-elus stomach Umma, yes abati is struggling there, we pray yes, we pray, we ask the same God, so that abati quickly wake up and recover as usual." said Silvira while stroking his stomach, he felt the movement in his stomach even though the movement was still weak.

Silvira saw the restaurant pamphlet on the table, apparently the restaurant pamphlet next to home stay. It says 'Intermediate Messaging Service call 08xxxxxxxxxxx.

Silvira grabbed her phone back and ordered a serving of chicken soto, yes she wanted to eat a hearty meal.

This pregnancy became very heavy for Silvira, because usually Azam never escaped to pay attention to it, buy whatever food Silvira wanted, even midnight. Azam also bought some pretty negligee, heels that are comfortable to wear on the streets, even a special dress he ordered a USG friendly-the part of his stomach mounted zipper, so easy during control and USG.

Azam also often massage Silvira's legs even though he himself was also tired of working. To the extent that Azam treated Silvira who was pregnant, probably because this was the first time accompanying a pregnant wife. Until now Silvira felt very lost even though they were still a few hours apart. Silvira cried as she remembered it all.

"Tok.tok.tok.." Somebody knocked on the door. Silvira immediately wiped her tears and grabbed the hijab she had hung in front of the bathroom and put on a veil. Then open the door a little. Apparently the order has arrived.

He took her to the table and slowly ate her. Although he could not enjoy it, he forcefully ate it, because there was a small body in his stomach that needed to eat.

"We eat yes baby, let us both be strong, let you in there healthy continues," Silvira told the fetus in his stomach.

After eating he brought the bowl of his former meal out of the room, then to the bathroom to abudhu before going to bed, whether he could sleep or not, but still he did sunnah-sunnah before going to bed. After that he returned to bed, leaned back and straightened his legs.

He took Azam's phone from his bag, then tried to activate it, and sure enough, dozens of messages came in, there were even records of missed calls. One by one Silvira opened and read the message, the essence of the same content, which is asking the state of Azam. But none of those messages were answered. But there was one message that stole his attention, that message from Rania campus, ah maybe he's Azam's college friend, thought Silvira. And contents...

(Zam, I have word that you have an accident, I hope you recover soon, so that we can walk again, reply to my message if you have read it)

"What else is this. hufh,"

Silvira exhaled, then closed the message. At the moment he did not want to think about anything else, all Silvira thought about was Azam's recovery. Although his heart could not lie, it felt sad to read the message. Finally he turned off Azam's phone again, after all his family if you need to definitely contact him.

He put it back in the bag, then he took the small Quran mushaf that was always in his bag, and started to read it, he said, this was all he used to treat his heart wounds and clear his mind.