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The day is getting late, it is already at dusk. Rara was still lying in a hospital bed, waiting in line in a room for a cesarean section.

As Baihaqi said earlier to Rara. Much remembrance. After deciding to convert, Baihaqi said that after giving birth Rara would be asked to say two sentences of the creed.

This day during the fast and waiting for the time to schedule the operation, Rara devoted all her wishes openly to Baihaqi.

Baihaqi taught and introduced Islam in general to Rara. With this learning, Rara is really enthusiastic to learn and explore the science of Islam.

"Teach me, Mas" said Rara slowly expectantly.

"From that, too, he was taught. But you're pretty quick to memorize everything, have you ever studied before, Ra?" asked Baihaqi in a soft voice.

Rara shook her head slowly.

"I never studied, but I don't know why I've loved to know Islam since childhood. Not to mention my extended family, which is predominantly Muslim, so I have gotten used to all of this" Rara said in a soft voice.

"Hows it? Are you ready for the operation? You have a lot to do and sholawat. What do you want to try?" asked Baihaqi slowly.

Rara nodded slowly, agreeing.

"I want Mas Bai. Teach me everything. My heart is calmer now, and I seem to be more resigned to all of this" Rara said slowly.

"I went to mushola first yes, then bought food. You I stay it's okay, Ra?" asked Baihaqi in a soft voice. Honestly, it was not hearty to leave Rara alone in the room, but the dzuhur adhan has been since and Baihaqi is too late for mandatory prayers and is willing to enter the ashar time.

"I'm fine" said Rara softly.

Rara is used to it and has been good and calm. Heartburn and pain are only felt and held without grimacing and without complaining.

"Relatedly? You all right?" tanya Baihaqi slowly more assured Rara's answer.

"It's really Mas Bai. Doain aja me, hopefully everything is smooth, Mas," said Rara slowly more heartened.

Just about to turn around leaving Rara in the large room alone. There was a woman who went into the room to get intensive treatment. The woman was accompanied by a man who was most likely her husband. But, her stomach is not as big as Rara, even though this room is a special room for pregnant women, or maybe the woman was exhausted by a miscarriage or something else.

Bihaqi's gaze met with a fixed view of the man who led his wife into the room. The two greeted each other with smiles. Rara looked at the man who also glimpsed at the man looking at Rara and gave her sweet smile.

Baihaqi turned her head towards Rara who was still looking at the man curiously.

"You familiar? Why look at him like that?" tanya Baihaqi slowly waited for Rara's reply. There is a little jealousy when the woman he loves so looks attractive to other men's dreams.

Rara shook her head slowly.

"Not known, Mom. Just like I've seen, but where, I forget too," Rara answered honestly.

"I don't know. Yes, he said to go to mushola," said Rara slowly looking for other topics of discussion.

Rara does not know him, but that view is like a meaningful view. There was a strange sense of trembling in Rara's heart to the man. True said Baihaqi earlier, if the gaze of the two seemed to feel warm and felt familiar and familiar.

After the departure of Baihaqi. Rara could only stare at the window of the room that connected to the outside. Waanita who was right on the bed after her had several times this shouted hysterically. Several nurses and doctors tried to calm the woman down.

Rara listened to a brief chat between the obstetrician and several nurses assigned to help hold the woman until the obstetrician gave the woman a sedative injection.

The man, who seemed to be the husband of the woman in the care of the bed next to him, was holding a cell phone by his ear. It looks very serious to be calling and talking very firmly. His eyes turned and looked around the hospital like he was confused. One more hand was holding a boy who was about three years old.

Rara just looked seriously at the man who was right in front of her and was blocked by the translucent glass between the hospital room and the hospital corridor.

sayu-sayup heard the man's conversation with someone on the teleondiseerag connection there.

"I also don't know, Fatar went to the bathroom and fell down, just as seen there are flecks. Panic dong, even so hysterical he. Confused if this is the case," said the man loudly.

There was a clear panic on his face. The patient-faced man with sincerity was seen being anxious about the state of his wife.

Rara turned her body and turned sideways to the right while staring at the woman who was being closed in sebeljitanya through the gap of cloth used as a bulkhead to cover between the ward one with the other.

As if he knew himself being stared fixedly by a beautiful creature that was on the bed next to him. Fatar turned to look at Rara, then smiled. His face was not hysterical and seemed calmer.

"Want to give birth?" the woman asked suddenly to Rara who was still staring at the woman with a blank look. I don't know where Rara's mind was floating.

"Eh ... Sorry I was daydreaming. Yes I am waiting for the queue schedule for the cesarean section," Rara replied gently.

One hand Rara reached for a long cloth that blocked the two wide open and they could both meet each other's eyes and communicate well.

"Oh .. Wanna cesarean? Is it time to give birth?" ask the woman enthusiastically.

Rara quickly shook her head.

"No. My gestational age has not even seven months and this actually carries a lot of high and large risks, but it is a situation that is not possible. Hope everything is fine," said Rara slowly explained about the situation.

"God's Masya. I'm sorry yes, mbak. I don't know, if my question makes my heart mbak more sad," said the woman slowly.

Fatar became silent and did not dare to ask anything else that was personal.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I'm happy to share my experience so that the women out there don't follow what I'm going through," rara's voice was so loud that her chest felt icy recalling the disappointment felt in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. My name is Fatar, and that's my husband, Rafli," he said, pointing to Rafli, who sat pensively with his son near the park.