Dad for My Twins
#70
"Mas Azam." - Silvira, looking for a gap to see her husband.
He did not dare to approach because the doctor and some nurses were removing some breathing apparatus and also a catheter hose.
When he was done, some nurses left immediately, staying one with Yudha's doctor.
"Mother, this is Mr. Azam already aware but maybe he still has a delay in speaking and knowing something, later we will be treated, then because too long lying down, maybe he still has a delay in talking and knowing something, as we know almost a hundred days Mr. Azam fell asleep, maybe it will be difficult to walk, later we can also be therapeutic, which is important, for now Mr. Azam is much better, often invite him to chat, so that his nerves also quickly recover," said doctor Yudha.
"Yes Doc, thank God, whatever it is we will live for the recovery of my husband, we pass the treatment to the Doctor and the team" said Silvira.
"Sir Azam, this is coming, you know who he is?" ask doctor Yudha.
With a nasal oxygen hose under his nostrils, Azam looked at the woman dressed in all black, veiled, and her stomach was visibly bloated, Azam long enough to scan the woman in front of him.
"Beib.." he said later, soft and sounding weak.
"Mas, yes it's me, Silvi," Silvira said, then approached Azam and grabbed his hand.
Doctor Yudha and the nurse immediately left Azam's ward, so that Silvira could interact with Azam even deeper, but previously he changed the position of the upper bed until Azam could half-sit.
Silvira was speechless, her eyes opened and she could see him again, her hands responded, a smile on her lips that she longed for. Tears just escaped, happy tears, after all this time, every night knocking on the sky with his prayers. Allah is Ojabah, Azam has returned, although he is still being treated to make a full recovery.
"Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah," that is all Silvira can say.
Azam grabbed the tissue that was on the side table, he tried to wipe away Silvira's tears. Silvira opened her veil, so that Azam could easily wipe both her wet cheeks.
"From Beib" said Azam slowly. Silvira approached, and landing on Azam's chest, Azam hugged him tightly, further breaking Silvira's cry. Azam wanted to ask a lot about what happened, but it was true that the doctor said earlier, that Azam still had difficulty speaking.
After ten minutes, Silvira was calmer. He began to tell Azam.
"Mas, this is our baby candidate, Mas elus gih, he misses the same abati," Silvira said as she led Azam's hand to touch his stomach.
"Big Beib, how long have I slept?" tanya Azam was still stammering.
"Ninety-eight days, yes two more days even a hundred days Mas," replied Silvira.
"Fahri, Farhan?" tanya Azam who remembered her two twins.
"On the way here, he was with Ammar and Mba Arum, as long as we were here, Ammar and Mba Arum took care of them" Silvira replied.
"Oh," that's all Azam said, actually he wanted to ask a lot of questions, but still ter-delay, his tongue is still difficult to say.
"I'm sorry" he said later, a tear fell on Azam's cheek. Silvira immediately wiped it, and smiling, she kissed her husband's face.
"Why apologize? It is not the fault of Mas, it is the destiny of Allah Mas, thank God we can pass it, thank God, thank God, thank you for returning Mas," said Silvira with a smile.
"You must have trouble getting pregnant alone" Azam said. Silvira just smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, he is a smart child, God willing, I have absolutely no nausea really, and every two days, my mother brought food for me" said Silvira while stroking her stomach, and the fetus inside moved strongly.
"When did you give birth?" ask Azam.
"In the Lord in two months, Mas, may Mas have completely recovered yes, can accompany me to give birth," said Silvira expectantly.
"Aamiin, in shea dear God,"
The next day Azam was transferred to a regular ward, not the ICU anymore, he moved to a VIP room.
"I don't feel good, I want to wash my face" Azam said. Silvira immediately went to the bathroom to get a basin and a small towel. Then wipe Azam's face.
"Glass" said Azam. Silvira immediately took what her husband asked out of his bag.
Azam saw his shadow on the glass, his head was still wrapped in bandages, a mustache that he had never grown suddenly extended, the beard that had been neat, grew unnatural.
I really want him to say.. "Beib, I'm bald, and as bad as this, why are you still loyal to me?".. But his tongue is speechless, only looking at his smiling wife beside him.
"Why? Surprised to see your own sighting?" silvira asked with a smile. Azam did not answer but continued to look at Silvira with a sad feeling.
"So I ordered Mas Amir a whisker razor, and don't worry, the head hair must have grown again" Silvira said.
"You?" ask Azam.
"I? I why?" ask Silvira.
"I'm like this, you don't want to stay with me?" lirih Azam's.
"Hmm, speaking of what the hell Mas, the important thing is now that we focus on the same treatment and therapy Mas Azam, the spirit is to recover again, that's just my door," said Silvira.
A smile spread on Azam's lips. Happy and grateful, of course, he seemed to get a second chance at life.
"I want to pray" said Azam when he heard the dhuhur azan reverberate. Silvira immediately helps Azam roost, then sits on the sofa, so Azam can pray quietly, and he keeps an eye from the sofa.
The door opened, Father, Mother, and Amir came. They seemed to be in disbelief to see Azam who is now establishing prayer, father and Mas Amir pampit to the mosque for prayer as well. Mother sat near Silvira, listening to her son-in-law recounting Azam's condition, tears dripping down her cheeks.
When Azam finished his greeting, he turned to Silvira and his mother.
"Mother" called. Mom got up to hug her son.
"Azam, my son, thank you for coming back, son," said Mother, while kissing Azam's cheeks. Soon enough, Father and Amir came, replacing Silvira and Mother who paid to the mosque.
Along the way from the nursery to the mosque and vice versa, the mother unceasingly thanked Silvira who had faithfully accompanied Azam, and hoped onward he would accompany Azam in his treatment.
"Of course, ma'am, don't worry, I will take care of Mas Azam until it is completely recovered" he said, not feeling they reached Azam's nursery again. And how surprised Silvira was to see Azam there.
"Mas Azam's..."
