Dusk Rainbow

Fairuz Rahardjo's

Syakila stroked her distended stomach which was a little painful. His age was nine months and five days. Lately he has refused to move. However, the pain caused him to be unable to sleep and occasionally hissing.

Syakila turned her head, looking at Afif who was asleep. For several days Afif often overtime and out of town until he could not bear to wake him.

I think I'm going to give birth.

I got up and got out of bed. The pain that had struck now disappeared as Syakila walked towards the bathroom.

"I have to call mom" he said, staring at the clock. It turned out to be three in the morning, and it coincided with the mother who used to pray at night.

Not long after, dad's hoarse voice greeted. 

"Dad, which Mother?"

Syakila grimaced with the pain that came back along with the small movements of her male child.

"Mother is still praying, what is it?" ask Dad in an anxious tone.

"Dad, my stomach hurts, it looks like I'm going to give birth."

Syakila bit her lower lip and rested her back on the side wall of the bathroom.

"Dear, you hold it, say the same Afif and hurry to the hospital. Mother and father wait for you there."

Syakila sat on the floor and placed her phone with the origin, her legs were flexible and not strong to support her body.

"Mas," Shakila shouted in a weak voice. 

"Mas help me!" shouts Syakila the second time.

Afif wriggled, his hands felt beside him which turned out to be empty, finally he rubbed and opened his eyes, how surprised when he saw Syakila who was already sitting selonjoran below.

Afif jumped out of bed and ran towards Syakila.

"Mas, my stomach hurts. It looks like I want to give birth," Syakila said, her entire body was already filled with sweat.

Without warning Afif lifted Syakila's body and carried her out of the room.

Afif lowered Syakila's body slowly and opened the back door.

"Sleep no papa, hold on a second."

Afif landed a kiss on Syakila's forehead and closed the door again.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Afif's car arrived in front of the hospital.

Mother and father also the twins have been there to welcome the arrival of Syakila. Several nurses and doctors were on standby with gurneys and wheelchairs.

Mother leads Syakila out of the car and her maid in a wheelchair, while father and others follow her from behind.

Upon arrival in front of the delivery room, the mother bends and kisses Syakila's forehead gently, channeling her kink to face labor.

"You will soon be a mother, you must be strong."

Syakila nodded without a sound.

The twins kneeled in front of their sister.

"Nephew om don't be naughty yeah, don't make Mommy sick." The two men stroked Syakila's stomach in turn.

"Doain brother yes," asked Syakila to the twins. 

Daffa embraces Syakila's body followed by Daffi.

"May be given a smoothness."

"Aamiin…."

Doctor Meta pushed his chair inside. Mother patted Afif's arm before coming in.

For the umpteenth time the father is insinuated with the mother's speech, although unintentionally, it is like a joke for him in the past.

The door closed, Mother, Father and the twins waiting outside.

"Dad, don't call Raisya and Devan first, pity him."

Being five months pregnant with three full-term babies makes both father and mother a little possessive of Raisya. Because the woman often complains with her position during sleep, her legs are often swollen and her posture is now doubled. Her baby movements often overwhelmed her and in pain until Raisya now has to leave her job.

Father and mother sat in a long chair made of shiny iron. Daffa and Daffi are busy with one cell phone. Wherever father and mother go, now they are the drivers of both parents. In addition to wanting to follow in the footsteps of David, Daffa and Daffi also want to contribute to the father and Mother after Devan.

As a doctor, Afif often sees people lying on a hospital bed. They were different, some were screaming from pain, some were moaning like Syakila at this time. However, only his wife was able to make him cry as he pleased.

Afif clasped his wife's hand and kissed her. A single drop of blood that he had seen from the gloves of doctor Meta had his heart slashed.

Doctor Meta smiled at Afif as he pleased.

"Doctor Afif doesn't have to worry, it's opening seven, soon the baby's born."

Almost an hour and a half Syakila was in the delivery room, and it increasingly made the heart of the mother deg degan, the chanting of prayers for Syakila continued in her heart.

"It's been a while, Dad?" said Mother anxiously.

Father embraces mother's shoulders and strokes her arms.

"Previous Mother gave birth to Syakila is also long, even almost two hours." Dad reminded when he was also tired of seeing his wife crying on the gurney during the moments of Syakila's birth.

Actually the heart of the father is no less restless, but he can still wrap with a smile, convincing the mother to stay calm.

In the moment of silence, suddenly the cry of the baby echoed all over. Daffa and Daffi embrace each other, as well as Father and Mother. His words continued to be spoken from each other's lips.

"Mas, I'd like to call Ilma first." Mother took her phone and put the flat object in her ear.

Not only mother, father and twins also contacted all members of his family, including Devan and David.

The door of the room opens. 

Mother approached Afif who came out of there with a tiny baby in his carrier.

"Mother's grandson was born, said Afif and kissed the cheek of his son's puffer.

"Congratulations, you've finally become a father." Mahesa's father patted Afif's wide back, which was still busy menoel her son's cheeks.

"Grandmother's grandchild." Mother Sabrina also kissed the cheek of the baby, the distinctive aroma of the baby from her first grandchild smelled to make her chest relieved.

"What about Syakila?"

"Alhamdulillah, Syakila is fine now being cleaned."

"What's your name, Fif?" ask dad.

"It's the first grandchild in my family, so I'm the only one who gives it a name."

Mother and father look at each other.

"Then the name of our first grandson Fairuz Rahardjo."

"Good, yeah. May being a devoted child to parents be useful to the nation and religion."

While all busy with the name of the first baby of the couple Syakila and Afif, Daffa and Daffi were busy obscuring every inch of the little baby's face.

"Why, Fa? Something weird about baby brother?" asked Dad to investigate, he did not understand the behavior of his twin son.

"It's not strange, well, how better looking he is than me and Daffi, if this is how I lose competitiveness, dong."

Afif could only help but laugh at the gloomy looking faces of his two sisters-in-law.