HANDICAPPED GIRL

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Midwife Umi just entered the ER room. There's no talk yet. I just greeted each other through body language. The woman in a white uniform chose to sit on a chair and table that used to be worn by doctors. Because it was the only table there.

He deliberately chose a chair that had a table, because there was little data to be filled in the sheet of paper that Umi's midwife brought.

Black ink began to be scratched. The eyes of the midwife look out scan the columns according to the data that will occupy. Must be careful, let no mistakes occur.

Not only carrying a piece of paper, and a square object, apparently the midwife also brought a book in pink. The book was covered by a white sheet of paper. It is only visible after all the objects are placed on the table.

Abrar's eyes widened as his net caught the pink book. A lump of flesh that was residing inside the chest suddenly throbbed pain. Blood flow felt accelerated, flowing rapidly from end to nutmeg to toe. The effect, there was a heat that was being pushed all over Abrar's body. I don't know what that taste is? hard to understand. His face was also flushed. Fortunately no one realized, because all eyes focused on the midwife Umi.

Trying to refuse, but the facts presented strengthen the evidence. Is Nia really pregnant? Whose son? That's what's stuck in the head. Makes Abrar's lips tightly locked. It is hard to swallow saliva.

One hand held Nia's hand. While one hand Buk Fatimah twisted the tip of the hijab. His heart was struck with great anxiety. He could not hide his fear. Fear of the worst possible filling the head. Although in doubt, the hope of test results carried by midwives, is not in accordance with Abrar's allegations.

Huh.......! It feels like waiting for the verdict of the judge who will read the sentence. Punishment for sins that were never committed. But where there are believers. If it is later proved, surely Nia is considered a penzina.

Satisfied looking intently at the picture book of a happy little family, where there was an adult man describing the figure of a father. A woman described the figure of a mother and a small child who were none other than the child of the couple. The three of them seemed to be smiling happily. Makes Abrar's heart feel pinch again, hurt. He felt back in ridicule with the smiles of the people on the cover of the pink book. Indeed the fate of Abrar, his love ran aground again. Crashed.....

Abrar turned his gaze towards the black veiled woman who was lying weakly on top of the gurney, slightly tilted facing the midwife. Abrar's black eyeball, implying disappointment. I don't know why Abrar felt betrayed. Stabbed with thousands of needles. It doesn't feel like it can be expressed. Perrier....

Abrar is like a flower that withers before it blooms.

Even a word, has not been said from the lips of midwife Umi. Abrar has made his own conclusions. As a medical professional, he knew. You know what the pink book now perches in front of the midwife Umi.

"Mbak Nia, what's feeling now?" midwife Umi started the question and answer session. His eyes caught Nia's figure on top of the gurney. He sat down to face Nia. Not to miss the sweet smile that accompanies her, he said. Abrar slightly shifted to Nia's toe, so as not to block Nia's view and buk the midwife.

Abrar chose to lean on the wall, looking for a backrest so that he could still stand upright, even though his heart was being torn down. This pain feels. The expression love is never spoken in real terms. Togetherness with Nia is also not much. Counted their fingers met, that too by accident. Only once they both walk. Yesterday.

Kreakkkk.

Not yet had Nia answered the question of midwife Umi, Cik Uut entered with a crackle in hand. Maybe he bought something after the prayer. The ass is a long time gone.

Without being in command of all the eyes of the ER residents, immediately turned to look at Ms. Uut.

"Eh ....sorry, there's another check.....?" Miss Uut turned clumsy, because all eyes hit her. All was quiet, just a smile that the midwife's open, as if telling her to sit quietly immediately. Because something will be discussed.

Ms. Uut chose to put the crackle in the small cupboard available on the right side of Nia at this time. Then around the gurney, he chose to stand beside Abrar who was holding his hand. For a moment he and Abrar looked at each other and smiled back. Although his heart was sore, Abrar still forced a smile.

"Where is Nia?" buk midwife repeated the unanswered question.

"Living dizzy just as you feel in stir buk.., the rest is not there" replied Nia sepadanya. He no longer felt as hot as this morning.

"If you may know when was the last time his monthly guests arrived?"

Deg.........

Nia thought, trying to remember when she arrived monthly cycle. It seems he has not realized there was any awkwardness from the midwife's question just now. The next second Nia started to get answers. A month ago he got that guest, and now it should have been. But.......

The deg........

Nia's heart became unremarkable, the face that was actually pale turned increasingly white without blood flow. Nia glanced at Fatimah's buk, the old woman's eyes began to glaze over with a glance at the floor.

What Nia was too stupid to the point of not realizing the test was a pregnancy test.

Nia's fingers felt vibrating in the grasp of Fatimah buk. His eyes also began to glaze. Buk Fatimah raised her eyes. Hand grips reinforced. Two hands now hold Nia's hand. He must strengthen Nia. Whatever it is.

After a few seconds there was no answer, the midwife spoke again. "Mbak Nia's forgotten huh? Alright...., from the test results we have done the PO-SI-TIF results. That means she is positive for HAMIL.

Jelp........

The hearts of everyone in the room stopped beating. Close your mouth with one hand. Eyes rounded. It was an incredible shock.

Abrar froze, the midwife's sentence just now was able to paralyze his nerves. Everything feels funny.

Tests....

A drop of Nia's tears fell from the corner of her eyes. In the same instant Dirga and Ramlan entered the room.

"How did it go?" asked Dirga impatiently approaching the midwife.

That voice .....? Very familiar in Nia.

Degs.....

Nia's heart was getting more and more unhinged, feeling like she wanted to escape from her nest. Like a slow motion Nia tries to scroll the view to the source of the sound.

Nia's body stiffened.si pe-mer-ko-sa, was in the same room as her. Nia's eyes are perfectly rounded, the hands in pairs of infusions reach for Fatimah's buk body. Nia was terrified. The trauma is back. Fatimah hugged Nia's head. Covered face of the princess with both palms, hinting that Nia should calm down.

"Sorry, who's Nia's mom?" it is impossible for midwives to convey the results of Nia's tests to everyone. It must be clear who he is talking to, this is for the sake of the code of ethics.

"Sa-I" Dirga glanced at the glance towards Mr. Ramlan who was standing by his side. Mr. Ramlan nodded. "I'm HER HUSBAND"

Deg.......

The umpteenth time the person in the room was heart gymnastics. Like a rollercoaster ride.....

Moreover, Abrar, made gaping....... Same with the others.

Seriate....