Doubt Loves you

Bereft

I don't feel like my pregnancy is entering my second trimester. I am really grateful, this fetus in my womb does not demand much from me. I don't feel the cravings. I don't choose food. And I can do my usual activities. I keep the spirit of going to work. It's just that I still often feel nausea and vomiting in the morning when I wake up. And also I still feel sensitive when dealing with my husband. Despite this, he was patient with me. And also every month he always accompanied me to check my pregnancy.

Or has Angga fallen in love with me?

One night, I was sleeping and Angga was watching television. He got a WA message from Linda, his sister who reported that mom had suddenly experienced shortness of breath. Papa then took my mother to the hospital.

Angga woke me up to say goodbye to follow me to the hospital. Angga didn't allow me to come, because it was almost midnight and I was pregnant. Angga was afraid I would be exhausted.

Even at home, I could not continue sleeping. Worry enveloped me. Remember three months ago when we told her about my pregnancy. He was so happy that he shed his tears.

"Alhamdulillah.. This is what you look forward to my son." said Mama while hugging my body.

"Be good - both of your child candidates. And thank you for being with Angga. Mama tipped Angga with you, son.. Be patient in facing it." Mom said at the time, like she was making her last wish.

"Aaaahh... May your condition be stable again, O God.."

It's been two hours Angga's been in the hospital but I haven't heard from him.

"dreeettt. dreettt... dreeetttt.", My phone vibrated. A call in. From Angga!

"Assynolajet.. An.. Mama doesn't exist.", though...",

"Wa'alaikumsalam. innalillahi wainnaillaohirojiun.., you are patient Mas.", I answered withstanding tears.

"I'll take care of your body, An.. After dawn, I'll pick you up". Angga.

"All right..."

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Goddessam..."

That morning the rain drenched the earth. It was as if the sky was sad to take away my mother. Children, grandchildren and son-in-law kissed my mother's forehead one last time. Well, at least you no longer have to endure the pain.

After the funeral was over, Angga and I went home. It looks so sad on his face. His eyes were also puffy from crying. I wanted to hug her, give her strength. But....

"Mama hasn't seen her granddaughter An.", Angga said. He sat on the couch with his body limp.

"Mama will see our son from up there, Mas. We have to break it. We keep sending prayers to my mother. To make mama happy there", I said, holding her hand.

Then he put his head on my shoulder. I was shocked and was about to leave. But he said.. "Stay here for a moment An.. I need a place to lean."

Finally I gave him my shoulder to lean on for whatever he needed.

Fifteen minutes passed, not a word was said from our lips. It seems he fell asleep on my shoulder. Angga hadn't slept since midnight. He must be tired of taking care of all the hospital affairs until the funeral process.

Slowly I pulled his head and laid him on the couch. I'll prepare dinner.

The clock is five o'clock in the afternoon. There are no signs yet - signs Angga will wake up from his sleep. I approached him and I squatted down in front of the sofa where he slept.

I stroked her hair a few times and spontaneously kissed her forehead. I feel sorry for him. However, I have also felt the loss of my parents, my father. Even when my father came home I was a child, but I understood the pain of loss.

I remembered my intention to wake her up.

"Maaa.. Maassi.. Wake up.. It's five o'clock.. You better take a shower" I said gently as I patted her hand.

Angga then slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me for a moment and then got up and sat on the sofa. For a moment he sat down, probably about to gather his strength first. Then he got up from his seat, walked to the bathroom.

Anita did not know that Angga's heart was raging. Actually Angga was awake when Anita kissed his forehead earlier. He just pretended to still be asleep so that Anita did not know that he became groggy because of Anita's actions.

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***Has grown the seed of love in Angga's heart for Anita...??

Wait for the continuation yes...

tbc

to be continue*

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