Destiny Love Rianti

4. Setting Hearts for the Twins

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts," I groaned with my hands holding my big belly.

"Ummi, why? Why ummi's stomach?" Fatih who looked panicked saw that I was in pain

"Fatih, call Abi nak, say ummi's stomach hurts and say ummi's going to the hospital now!"

"But ummi, abi came out with the aunt earlier," Fatih replied with a limp.

Fatih's reply was like a dagger that stuck in my heart and tore my heart to shapeless, painful, but the pain that spread in my stomach made me realize that this is not the time to grieve.

"Yes already, now you go to Aunt Brenda's house, say ummi's upset stomach," replied quickly by enduring the pain in the stomach and disappointed in the heart because of the Galih mas.

"Dad ummi." With a fast pace Fatih to the house of aunt Brenda.

Brenda is my neighbor and my best friend. We're very close. This closeness made Brenda think of me as her sister.

Only a few meters away from my house, three houses away from my house were his.

Ms. Brenda is not a Muslim but she is very friendly with me and the children. Three years ago her husband left her for a woman younger than him. However, Brenda is not a stupid woman, all property including their joint-owned business, was taken away by Brenda mbak. As a result, now people call her a widowed who is twisted.

He was six years older than me, thirty-eight. From his age can you guess my age? I am thirty-two years old.

He spent the day working, except on holidays, he prefers to stay in his large house.

[no more marriage plans?] I asked Brenda one time.

[if a kind Muslim man is willing to propose to me then I will marry again] the answer is accompanied by a cheerful laugh.

Whether this is a serious answer or just a joke, but I pray that Allah finds him with a pious Muslim man, who is able to penetrate the light of the Islamic faith in his soft heart.

Brenda has two brothers. As he said, his two brothers were converts, and are now devout Muslims. While Mbak Brenda chose to remain in her religion because her husband first. But when he was widowed I never asked him again about it, let him tell me himself.

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Faintly heard the sound of the roar of the car followed by the voice of women outside the house. Maybe it was Brenda and Fatih.

"Oh my god, Rianti, why you baby?" The voice asked Brenda with a worried-looking face stroke.

"My stomach hurts."

"You can walk, right deck? Let's get to the car, take you to the nearest clinic."

"Mbak," I replied by trying to stand up and was swept by Brenda to the car.

"Fatih joined the ummi," said Fatih and followed by his younger siblings who wanted to join as well.

"Mbak we just go to the hospital, well, I'm afraid my womb why-why mbak."

"No hunting deck, the hospital is still an hour away, while you are in pain so, we go to the nearest clinic first well, so you can be quickly helped, later after that to the hospital," brenda replied in an anxious tone.

"But as far as I am, there's no maternity clinic near here, ma'am."

"Relax deck, Mbak's sister just one month ago opened a maternity clinic around here, wait for the phone first," replied Brenda.

Brenda took her gawai and pressed the call button. Long he waited at last who on the phone answered his call.

"Hello Assalamualaikum ma'am, what's wrong?" Replied someone who faintly heard his voice.

"Wa'alaikumussalam deck, where are you? Please mommy, I'm going to your clinic now, my friend is five months pregnant, and now she's in a lot of pain in her stomach!" Answer Brenda panic.

Brenda always answers greetings from a Muslim even though he is not a Muslim himself.

"Oh yeah I'll be right here, I'll wait, '" replied a voice across the phone.

Fifteen minutes of travel. On the way I continued chanting do'a for the safety of the baby who was living peacefully in my womb. The clear thread dripped back, this time not because of the pain of the wound incised by Galih, but the fear of losing my baby roaring in the breast.

[HasbunaAllah Wanikmal Vice], my hiss in a heart full of wounds.

Ms. Brenda stopped her car right in front of a mid-sized clinic named "Maternity Clinic Dr. Muhammad Hafizh Prasetyo S.pOG."

The door of the clinic was wide open and a man my age in a doctor's uniform came out of the clinic and was followed by one of the young women dressed in white in a wheelchair.

[Maybe he is Dr. Hafiz and this woman is his servant], I thought in the never-ending battle of pain.

Aided by Brenda's mother and Risna's midwife (as shown on her signboard), I sat in a wheelchair provided by Dr. Hafiz. Without linger Dr. Hafiz pushed his wheelchair into the patient room. And immediately do first aid for me assisted by midwife Risna.

By continuing to think I'm wiping slowly my big belly. Wish he was okay in there. While Fatih saw that he was visibly riled up with his mouth muttering with his two younger siblings, they were probably begging me for a do'a.

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Slowly the pain in the stomach began to subside, but while the pain in the liver still spread violently to the crown. This heart is torn apart, like a thread that is no longer neatly coiled in place. The clear thread dripped again, unable to contain the swift this time.

"Dec, what's wrong with you? How crying? The story to Ma'am if there's something deck, you're pregnant, you can't be stressed, it will affect your pregnancy." Brenda's shrill voice shocked me from an unhappy daydream.

"I'm gapapa Ma'am, just a little worried about my pregnancy," I replied by wiping the face that had been soaked with tears of sadness.

"Oh yes it's deck, if you can't tell Mbak now gapapa, whenever you want a story, Mbak will always be there to listen to your story."

I smiled at the woman I thought was my sister. It feels so comfortable to be around him. Brenda is a gentle and kind woman, not just to me, to the children she is very kind. A gift for an unmitigated gift he gave to the children.

Brenda's mother is a childless widow. She used to be pregnant, but miscarried because she accidentally fell in the bathroom. This is what makes him so loving children, as well as children who are so comfortable around him.

"What's the name?" Dr Sahut. Hafizh, with his hands clutched with bolpoints and books, seemed to be writing in the patient's book.

"His name is Rianti Nandita, Than. Commonly called Rianti," replied Mbak Brenda before me.

[Than? brenda called Dr. Hafizh called Than anyway?], I murmured with a frowning sign of confusion.

"Yes, Ms. Rianti in the USG first well her stomach, let her know the condition of the baby in how," said doctor Hafiz while instructing me to move to the examination room.

"Lying down first is good" said Dr. Hafiz is providing tools for USG.

I'm obeying Dr. Hafizh and lie crosswise on the bed that is already available. There was a bit of awkwardness at heart, because only this time I was ultrasound-guided by a Dr. The male. In my previous pregnancy I always checked with Dr. Maimun, a Dr. Female. But because of the clamping state, I was forced to be sincere if the part of my stomach was seen by Dr. Hafiz.

Dr. Hafizh instructed Risna's midwife to lift a little shirt until the abdomen was visible, swiftly the midwife did it painstakingly.

"Bismillah, sorry well Ma'am," murmured Dr. Hafiz with a tool that started exploring my distended stomach without even turning towards my stomach..

I stared at the monitor screen in front of me, there I could see the whole process of ultrasound, I saw my baby who looked there were two. Either I guess right or not, because I don't understand the USG problem like this.

"Don't move a lot first either Mbak, if you can take a full day of rest (Bedrest). A lot of nutritious eating, adequate sleep and most importantly do not stress, this is all to maintain the health of the future baby," said Dr. Pinta. Hafizh continued to explore my stomach.

"Thank God they are fine, so Ma'am doesn't have to worry anymore" said Dr. Hafizh this time made me dumbfounded.

"They're doctors?" I asked with a little head up.

"Dad, Alhamdulillah the son of twins, for sex, the other is female, if the other is covered with legs so invisible," replied Dr. Hafizh was clear.

"Subhanallah, be holy, O Allah." My tears broke because I was so happy.

"Good deck, I'm happy, '" muttered Brenda accompanied by a kiss on my forehead.

"Congratulations Ma'am, well guarded content, do not think of things that burden the mind first," pinta Dr. Hafizh slightly looked at me with a big smile.

"Thank you doctor." The clear thread increasingly flowing, sad mixed happy.

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[Allahuakbar Allahuakbar]

Adhan Dzuhur reverberated with shahdu, making the heart in the grove of grief now changed happily pus themah.

"Ummi, Fatih pray first well," said Fatih who was happy because the twins were struggling in my womb.

"Fatih's father."

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Still in bed in Dr. Hafiz. I stared at the ceiling of the clinic which was so bright, pure white without a stain. Everything in this clinic still looks all new. Because this clinic only opened one month ago according to what Ms. Brenda said.

I stared at my gaze that never rang, there were no replies to messages or phone worries from Mas Galih. While on the way to the clinic I had time to send a message to him via WhatsApp. The message I sent was double-tagged blue, a sign I had read five minutes after I sent it.

[Mas, I'm on my way to the clinic, my stomach hurts a lot, when it's only five months old, I'm afraid why-why, if it's done with your business, please look at me at the clinic, please, later I send the address] fill in my WhatsApp message to Galih mas.

I started typing messages again for Galih mas, maybe he was confused looking for a clinic address that I did not send.

[Mas, I arrived twenty minutes ago at the clinic, I serlok (search location) well mas]

I immediately opened Google Maps for Search location clinic. Once obtained immediately I sent to mas Galih. I saw it was read by mas Galih and I looked again it turns out that Galih was writing a message for me.

[Being busy!] A short message full of thorns that I don't want to read.

[Astagfirullah halazim] lirihku in heart.

My heart aches to remember all the treatment of Galih to me. However, if I continue to dwell in deep sorrow, my pregnancy may be problematic again, and the most I fear if I have to miscarry, even though there are two lives in my womb.

[Can't keep this up, I have to organize my heart for the twins growing in my womb] muttered in a heart full of dagger-scratched Galih.

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An hour and a half passed, still with the hand attached to the infusion, I chanted the verse of the chair by slowing down a little while rubbing my stomach which was increasing weight more and more. May Allah strengthen my womb and guard the life that is struggling there.

With not so fast steps, Dr. Hafizh entered the room I occupied.

"Doctor, can I go home?" I asked by looking into Dr.'s face. Hafiz.

"Used down first the infusion liquid is well Ma'am, can only go home," he replied by looking back at my face.

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Three hours passed very quickly, I was able to go home because the intravenous fluids had run out, but before I went home I was given drugs by doctor Hafizh. For the cost has been paid by mbak Brenda at a discounted price ala family said Mbak Brenda.

Slowly I was helped by Ms. Brenda riding in the car that had been opened by Dr. Hafiz.

"Don't stress well Ma'am," said Dr. Hafizh who seemed to understand the state of my heart.

"Allah, doctor, thank you very much" I replied and replied by nodding Dr. Hafiz.

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Breezy wind blew the trees we crossed, the leaves danced to follow the wind that afternoon. I looked at the sky that was still a beautiful white cloud. When the time has shown at 16:00, look out to the beautiful face of the woman who is now focusing on driving.

"Thank you, Ma'am, for your help today" I said with a pushy eye.

"Not to say thank you Rianti, it's my duty to help about the trouble, let alone you that I consider my own sister," he replied by throwing a big smile at me.

"Can today's me and the kids stay at your house?"

"Got once Rianti, I'm glad you and the kids stayed at my house so I have friends." I smiled at the gentle woman beside me.

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Fifteen minutes drive home, did not feel the car we were riding in front of the gate of the house Mbak Brenda. A middle-aged man in a security guard uniform swiftly opened the gate for us.

I opened the car door and slowly got off with Fatih and Brenda, while both my children Syamil and Syafiq are very happy to play in the yard of Mbak Brenda's house which was deliberately made a swing to play both of my sons.

Seriate.....