
"Mother…. Mother, I want to come with you," said Raisya with closed eyes.
His hands were sticking up like he wanted to reach for something. His head continued to shake, sweat pouring all over his body. Tears flowed down his temple.
After several times the voice echoed, Devan who was by his side opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at his wife who kept calling the name of Arum's mother.
"Honey.." Devan flicked his blanket and patted Raisya on the cheek gently.
"Wake up" he said again for the umpteenth time.
"Mother.." Raisya screamed.
Devan embraced Raisya's body from the side, he chanted a prayer in the woman's ear, and instantly Raisya woke up with a gasp of breath.
"Sister!" Rasya wakes up and hugs Devan.
"You're having nightmares?" devan asked while stroking Raisya's back.
Raisya nodded slowly, then stroked her distended stomach.
The time continues to spin, now the age of Raisya content is nine months and two days, Devan is more possessive. Especially lately Raisya often behave strange that makes the man sometimes wonder.
After a few minutes, Raisya took off his embrace and stared fixedly at Devan's face.
"Sister, don't ever leave me!"
Raisya's words made Devan's heart throb, that's what Raisya always said to her.
"Until now I will not leave you" Devan assured and placed Raisya's head on his shoulder.
Devan stared at the clock from his phone screen, apparently only one in the morning.
"What was your dream?" devan asked curiously, the article was the first time Raisya had to wake up because of his dream.
"Meeting mother."
Deg
Devan recalls a past incident in which Arum's mother died in childbirth.
Why does it have to coincide like this?
"Mom...who's mother?" devan asked stuttering, he pretended not to know, despite having heard the name called Raisya clearly.
"Mother Arum."
"You've always had your dreams, haven't you?" devan asked, he held back his chest that was beginning to rumble, even though he brushed it off, his mind remained clumsy.
"Not really," Raisya replied as he recalled.
"Does my sister want to hear my dreams?"
Devan's fine fur was getting goosebumps, but he still nodded.
"So I saw my mother wearing a white robe, she called me to a place I never seemed to visit, which was beautiful. We sat together in a soft chair. Mother told me a lot, no matter what, I forgot because I was too focused on your face, I hugged her, I kissed her cheek."
Raisya started sobbing in Devan's arms. He could no longer hold back his tears that were piling up in the fertilizer.
"I also told him that he soon had a triple grandson. Mother stroked my stomach. We were together for a long time, until someone called you. Mother stood up and turned her head, at that time mother asked me. Do you want to come with me?"
Raisya imitates the mother's speech in a dream.
"I nodded immediately, and then my brother and three children came to me. The children whined at my feet and my brother hugged me from behind. Brother told me, don't come with me, me and the kids need you. Again the mother took me and waved her hand, I took her hand, but the sister did not take off the embrace, until she left and came out of a radiant door. I snapped at my sister, and finally my sister let go of my embrace, I ran towards my mother. The boy was crying which made my steps stop. But after hearing Mother's voice, I paid no attention to the child anymore. When I ran, my mother suddenly went missing, out of nowhere."
What kind of dream is that
Devan grew increasingly fearful, his hands trembling and coldly overcame the fear that enveloped Raisya.
"Dreams are just flowers sleeping, nothing will happen, did you forget to pray?" devan asked with trembling lips.
"Kan, we pray together, did you forget?"
Devan shook his head, it was getting more wrong. Devan went down and took a glass of water that was on the table, he gave it to Raisya.
O Allah, may all be well, Devan prayed in his heart.
He went straight to the bathroom and took ablution.
After the two rakaat prayers, Devan approached Raisya who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Why not sleep?" tanya Devan stroked the head of Raisya who had been wrapped in white hijab.
"Sister, I want out."
Devan led Raisya, when he opened the door, Daffa came out of his room.
"Sister, aren't you asleep yet?" tanya Daffa approached Raisya and Devan.
"You yourself, why isn't this clock sleeping?" ask Devan back.
"Well, I forgot to bring water" replied Daffa.
"Yes, I'm going down."
Raisya held onto her sore waist.
"Will Raisya give birth?" tanya Daffa followed Devan down the stairs.
"No, Fa. You go to sleep, "Raisya answered quickly. Daffa was forced to return to his room.
Three months married, Daffa decided to stay at the mother's house, while Devan had stayed at the house a month ago at the mother's request as well.
Upon arriving at the family room, Raisya suddenly felt a great pain in his stomach.
"Sister, my stomach hurts" Raisya lamented grimacingly.
Devan panics and helps Raisya sit down.
"Are you going to give birth?" asked Devan enthusiastically.
"Maybe, it hurts a lot, sister." Raisya gripped Devan's hand tightly.
Devan releases Raisya's hand and turns on the headlight. Just a few steps away, Mother was out of her room.
"What's up, Van?" ask Mommy.
Devan lips kelu, he just pointed at Raisya who was sitting on the sofa.
Mother did not answer, she immediately ran to Raisya.
Devan calls Dad, the two run over to Raisya who is still grimacing in pain.
Daffa who was suspicious from earlier came down with Airin, followed by Ashifa with Daffi and Alara as well.
"I'll get the car ready." Daffa came out of the house without changing his clothes.
"Mother will accompany you, the strong. Every mother will definitely go through a time like this, do not be afraid, believe me everything will be fine."
Dad leaned over and lifted Raisya's body. Not without reason, but I know that at this time Devan is fragile to see the helpless state of Raisya.
"You accompany Raisya, let me contact Randu's father" said Dad, patting Devan's broad shoulder, who was sitting at Raisya's side.
"Silent brother, everything will be fine, believe that," said Airin who sat next to Raisya, while beside Daffa who was driving there was Daffi.
Alara joined the mother and father and Ashifa who followed from behind.
Raisya stroked Devan's sturdy jaw and smiled.
"Sister, I'm sorry, all this time I've been irritating you. Often bothers you, and often disturbs you while you sleep."
Instantly Devan covered Raisya's lips with his palm.
"Quick a little, Fa!"