Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Early Karma

Three hours passed. The operating room door was open. Some people dressed in medical clothes came out, and walked over to Mr. Broto's family.

"Mistress Haira's family?" ask a nurse.

"How, Doc? What about our daughter?" sergeant Mr. Broto.

"What about the content?" timpal Bu Broto's.

For a moment, the doctor leading the operation exhaled, then said.

"Sir, Ma'am .. We have tried our best. Mrs Haira has survived and passed her critical period" said the doctor.

"Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. Thank you, Doc," said Mr. Broto who was followed by his wife and youngest child.

"Will but ...." The doctor continued, but stopped for a moment.

"Will but what, Doc?" ask Mr. Broto.

"But we can't help the baby she's carrying. Mrs Haira had a miscarriage, the bleeding was too great. We were forced to have surgery to remove the dead baby in the womb" the doctor replied.

"Astaghfirullah .. that's impossible, Doc. That baby means a lot to Haira." Broto was hysterically screaming.

"Ma .. calm down, Ma. Most importantly, her mother survived. About children, Haira will be able to conceive again." Broto tried to calm his wife.

"Sorry, sir." The doctor returned to voice.

"Sorry why, Doc?" ask Mr. Broto with a confused face.

"Mrs Haira won't be able to conceive again" the doctor said.

"A what? Why is that, Doc?" ask Mr. Broto more confused.

"The bleeding that he experienced earlier, made a fairly severe wound on the wall of his uterus, so that after removing the baby, we did the surgical removal of the uterus Mrs Haira," said the doctor.

Kontan, Mr. Broto, Ms. Broto, and Mirna are all over the top. Like being struck by lightning, the three people felt an overwhelming sting.

Instantly, Bu Broto felt an overwhelming dizziness in his head. He also fell unconscious.

***

Haira has been moved in the treatment room, but she has not regained consciousness. Meanwhile, the mother was also occupying the other treatment room due to her low blood pressure after fainting earlier. An infusion needle was attached to the back of Bu Broto's hand lying limp on the bed.

"Ma .. let's eat first, so that your blood pressure can return to normal," said Mirna who sat on the edge of the mother's bed.

Bu Broto shook his head. "How's Haira, is she conscious?"

"Not yet, Ma," said Mirna.

Not long after, Broto returned sobbing.

"Haira will be devastated. She not only lost her child, but also her womb. The womb is the symbol of a woman. If you no longer have a uterus ...." Ms. Broto could no longer continue her words. Only her crying became more and more.

"Calm down, Ma .. If Mama also participates in depression, Mama may also be sick," said Mr. Broto.

"How can you calm down, Pa? The pregnancy of Haira is the happiness of Dirga and his family. Isn't that why they prefer our daughter as Dirga's companion over her first wife?" mooed Miss Broto.

Mr. Broto exhaled a rough breath.

"Is this ... karma for our daughter and ours, Ma?" said Mr. Broto.

"What's? The karma? How come Papa said that!" henta Bu Broto.

"Try Mama remember, initially we asked Dirga to marry Haira is for Haira to be ready for surgery. Mama remember how Mama met Dirga's wife? Wasn't he willing to be combined on the condition that the marriage was only limited to helping Haira? Then we continue to ask for more and more, until finally Haira completely replaced the position of first wife Dirga," said Mr. Broto.

"But it's not entirely our fault and our daughter, Pa. One of the women herself is barren. In reality, Haira is pregnant and will give offspring to Dirga and his family. That is, Haira is the one who deserves to be Dirga's wife" replied Bu Broto.

"Nonsense? Then now ... What about our daughter, Ma?" lirih Mr. Broto.

Hearing that, Ms. Broto nodded, then resumed her sobbing. This time, she had to justify her husband's words, that their daughter would no longer be able to conceive.

***

Faintly, Haira's vision began to light up. He found his sister at his side.

"Sir .." call Mirna.

"Where am I?" ask Haira.

"At the hospital, sister," said Mirna.

"I why?" ask Haira again.

"The night we went to the mall, brother fell on the stairs."

Haira tried to remember the incident. A moment later he nodded, then realized something.

Haira began to grope her stomach. He tried to get up, but the pain in his stomach kept him from doing that.

"My baby ... Why is my stomach flat, Mir? Where's my baby?" ask Haira.

"Relse ... Brother, just calm down. Brother has to rest a lot. Don't think about anything else yet" said Mirna.

"No, Mir. Answer me! What's wrong with my body!"

"Kakak .. said the doctor, Kak Haira's womb could not be saved. Sister miscarried," said Mirna nervously.

Haira shook her head, then shouted. "No!"

"Sister, relax! Brother just realized." Mirna persuaded her sister again.

The sound of Haira's cry was heard in the room next to the place where Mr. Broto was accompanying his wife.

The father rushed to Haira's room. There, he finds Haira roaring, while Mirna is still trying to calm him down.

"What's up, son?" ask Mr. Broto.

"Sir Haira is hysterical, Pa," Mirna replied.

"Why?"

"Kak Haira asked why with her stomach is not big anymore. Mirna had to say she lost her baby."

Mr. Broto took a breath, then approached Haira.

"Honey .. Papa's daughter must be strong huh. Don't be, this is a trial for us. Haira is a strong boy. Papa, Mama, and Mirna will always be by Haira's side." Mr. Broto tried to comfort the princess while rubbing Haira's forehead which looked wet from sweat.

"Haira doesn't want to lose the boy, Pa ...."

"It's fate, honey," said Mr. Broto.

"Dirga .. Where's Dirga, Pa? Let's call him, get him here, Pa," Haira said.

"Yes, Son. Papa will call Dirga and your two in-laws. Now calm down."

Mr. Broto turned around, picked up his cell phone, then contacted Mr. Edy to report the news of Haira's accident. Mr. Edy who received the call, was shocked, then gave his wife news and rushed to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Dirga who also received a call from Mr. Broto, experienced the same panic.

"Then ... how is Haira and her content now, Pa?" ask Dirga on the phone line.

"It's better for Dirga to come here now. We'll talk about it again later. Haira is waiting for Nak Dirga here" replied Mr. Broto.

"Good, sir."

Dirga rushed to ask permission from his superiors to take leave because the wife was hospitalized. With the nearest flight, he left for Surabaya. Judging from his wife and children who are still in the womb.

***