Don't Take My Son

Assalamualaikum Rakha's.

"Ooeee......" Hearing the loud cry of the baby made Faisal stand up from his seat, a happy radiance on his face, plong....his heart was relieved after almost half an hour after he came out of the action room he felt his legs limp to sit in the waiting chair, his stomach was mules imagine Kharisa holding back pain due to his stomach contractions. He saw the watch in his hand, at exactly eight o'clock at night, baby Kharisa was born, an hour ahead of Midwife Atikah's estimate. Now he instead impatiently wanted to enter the action room but of course it is not possible because he is not Mahram Kharisa anymore, which there must be expelled by Midwife Atikah. He was seen pacing back and forth in front of the action room door, wanting to immediately see the baby Kharisa, what his baby, ah Rakha.

In the action room, in addition to the cry of the newborn baby, there was also the sobbing of the Mother and Grandmother, not a sad cry, but a happy cry. Kharisa felt newly awakened from the dream, the baby she had been carrying for nine months had been born, after going through a long process of more than ten hours with excruciating pain, until it was cleared it was time for the angel Ijroil to take his life, but now the pain was gone after the cry of the baby.

While the mother kissed her daughter with tears, the fetus she fought to survive, grow and develop in her daughter's womb was finally able to be born into the world, her sacrifice was not in vain, although he had to leave loved ones behind, leaving behind happiness and an abundance of possessions, he was willing, for the sake of his only daughter and granddaughter.

"Yes Allah Neng Kharis.meni cute baby." Bi Nani was stunned to see the baby being cleaned by the assistant Midwife Atikah from the blood and amniotic fluid attached to her red skin, Atikah midwife cut the rope and locked the end of the rope with a clamp of blue plastic, blue, inserting a small hose into the mouth and then the baby's nose to suck mucus or amniotic fluid that may be sucked, apparently the hose is connected to a suction device or suction machine to cause noise.

After being assessed the condition of the baby is good which means the baby can adapt to the new environment outside the mother's womb, Midwife Atikah attaches the baby Kharisa on Kharisa's chest to do Initiation Breastfeeding Early, which is not the best, the baby's mouth seeks the source of his life. This is the first time Kharisa comes into direct contact with her baby, with a proud and of course happy feeling Kharisa hugged her baby and let her baby's little mouth stick on pa*** her, until finally found pu****then he wiped it. This is the golden age of bounding attachment, the first time the bond between mother and child is established.

Suddenly Kharisa felt his stomach mules again. It turned out that Midwife Atikah was still taking action on Kharisa to help remove the placenta

"Alhamdulillah the place has come out complete, nothing is left." Atikah's midwife handed the placenta to her assistant to put in a pendil made of clay.

"Wah great champion has started to suck, but it's used to be handsome, afraid of cold, Neng baby wants to be interrupted first well, Nengnya also want to be cleaned first so good, good, later helped by Bi Yamah, all changed his clothes huh geulis." Atikah's midwife holding baby Kharisa took her to the nursery still connected to the action room.

"Oh yes Ma'am, maybe you want to be diadzanin can be in the baby's room" said Midwife Atikah to the mother before entering the baby's room.

"Oh ...diadzanine?" Mama looks confused. Yes usually a newborn baby is adopted by his father or by his grandfather, but at this time who would want to adopt baby Kharisa, father and grandfather obviously does not exist, the same grandmother.

"Oh yes briefly Madam Midwife, later can be diadzanin in yah?" ask Mama to make sure.

"Yes Mom will come in." Atikah midwife put baby Kharisa to sleep in a baby box highlighted with special lights to warm the baby. Mama rushed outside, she remembered Faisal was waiting outside.

"Misal....." Faisal turned towards the open door of the action room, and saw that Kharisa's mother was already standing in front of him.

"Yes Bi....."

"Bi Dewi wants to ask for help, you can be Adzanin Aunt's grandson." Mama Kharisa put hope to Faisal the only man who exists today, if the matter of adhan no doubt Faisal was accustomed to the adhan in the pesantren mosque, just megadzanin newborn baby will he want?

"Rakha's Ngadzanin?" faisal asked to make sure. And Mama Kharisa nodded her head.

"Yes, there's nothing left to do except you, Sal." Suddenly mama Kharisa looks sad.

"Can Bi...where?" answer's straightforward. Mama Kharisa smiled at Faisal's reply.

"Let's go in, Bi Goddess inter." They enter the baby's room through the action room but Kharisa himself is not visible because it is covered in curtains.

"This is Baby Kharisa, Masya Allah....?" Faisal was stunned, after seeing Kharisa's struggle finally he could see the sleeping baby in a knickknack with a spotlight of warm lights pointing to his body, occasionally his eyes blinked and then closed again. Baby with red skin, his nose looks solid on his tiny face, his eyebrows look thick and neat, at first glance there is no resemblance to Kharisa, it looks more like his father, yes it might look like his father, it looks like his father, Faisal or mama himself has never seen what the father of baby Kharisa, surely he is handsome, because of the baby Kharisa's face has seen the seeds of good looks. There is also a similar to Kharisa, his tiny lips look like Kharisa's lips.

"Assynoltom.....Rakha..welcome to the world, may be a good boy, be a cool to your mother." Faisal said quietly in front of baby Kharisa. Then he bent his body closer to the right ear and began to shout the Adhan in a soft voice .

"Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar........."

*****

Why do I remember Kharisa, where he really is, does he not want to see his father anymore? Is he okay?

The man sighed, yes.he Dewantara, his father Kharisa, who was left behind his second wife and daughter who was pregnant with her unwanted granddaughter.

At exactly four o'clock in the afternoon he left his room, and it was not his custom to leave the office when the sun had not yet set, but he was completely unable to concentrate, it is better to go home and rest at home so that his mind is calmer.

"Win.The file that I will study first, tomorrow you remind me, if there is anything I need to do with me tomorrow meet me, I go home first." His Viennese secretary said that despite feeling strange, almost never his boss came home from work at an hour like this, the fastest to go home after Maghrib.

At five in the afternoon he arrived home, got out of the car directly to his room, this time he felt his heart pounding, did his heart disease recur? After the departure of Kharisa and his mother he often had hypertension, had a heart attack but could immediately be handled, after which he really paid attention to his health, his diet was healthy, and his health was healthy, exercise and routine health checks every month. Two days ago he had just had a health check, blood pressure was normal, blood results were normal. But for some reason at this time he felt his heart pounding, a little pain in the left chest radiating to the back, did not want another heart attack he immediately sought his wife to ask for her heart medication.

"Lissna...... Lis...." he called his first wife, yes the first wife because he still considered the Goddess as his second palace despite leaving her.

"Mas.....tumben is home?" Lisna who was in the kitchen immediately moved as soon as she heard her husband's voice.

"Get me my heart medicine." The god sat on the sofa in his room while continuing to take a deep breath.

"Why Mas? Relapsed again?" Lisna took one kind of medicine in the nightstand drawer with anxious feelings, hurriedly handed it to her husband.

"This is Mas, keep it under the tongue." The god put the medicinal tablet into his mouth, stored under the tongue.

"On the bed alone Mas rest, Mas rich soy sauce." The god moved to the bed and soon fell asleep in his sleep.

"Kharisa." Kharisa was seen approaching him and he hugged his daughter tightly not wanting to let go.

"You're home, baby? Don't stay with Papa anymore." He still hugged his daughter. Kharisa did not say a single word, but returned his papa's embrace. He hugged his old daughter. This time he won't let go of her embrace, he won't let Kharisa leave.

"Kharisa......." Kharisa looked over when someone called him.

"Goddess.....?" Papa saw his second wife standing up to lead a small child, but it was not clear that her face was blocked by the light. Suddenly Kharisa loosened his papa embrace, trying to escape from his papa embrace and walked towards his mother. The god was shocked his daughter was not in his arms and instead left her with her mother and the little child he was leading.

"Kharisa's......Charisa........" The god kept calling her daughter, but Kharisa kept walking away from her.

"Kharisa's......Charisa........"

"Mas......Mommy......" The sound of someone calling her, she opened her eyes and saw Lisna sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.

"Dreaming mas?" Lisna wiped the sweat on her husband's forehead.

"It's just a dream....."

seriate............