High Voltage Love's
Epilogues
Time goes by quickly. The cool breeze of spring blows leaving a cool and cool feeling of winter in the City of London. Flowers bloom beautifully, some are still in the form of buds that adorn the trees. Things are changing so quickly. A couple who were walking in the garden of his family were seen smiling radiantly while feeling the fresh air in the spring.
Ridho accompanied his wife, who was nine months pregnant. The woman's stomach looks large, not comparable to her body that remains slim visible from her hands and feet covered in her all-round clothes. Patricia caresses her large belly, containing two fetuses of her baby with Ridho.
The sunlight hit the woman's body facing her husband. It feels warm and soothing.
“You're happy to stay here?” patricia asked her husband, who since last fall was in London.
“Of course. I will always feel happy wherever you are, as long as you are beside me.” Ridho brought his body closer to his wife.
Patricia smiled at her husband's response.
“What is your business doing well with Papa?”
“Yes, working here is more difficult compared to my previous place of work. I enjoy my growth here. Papa was proud when I managed to hook an investor from America, incredible right?!” said Ridho looks proud.
“You're great, Honey! It is fitting that Mr. Damian is so insistent that he wants to keep you in Jakarta!”
Ridho laughed a little.
“Papa will increase my position if my work performance continues to increase!”
“Really?”
“Yes, at least that's what I heard from Leo!”
“Sgratitude.”
The two went back for a walk around the vast park. The pasture that was previously covered with snow now looks green again. So fresh to the eyes.
Patricia sits herself in a garden chair. Ridho knelt before him. The man put his ear on his wife's belly.
“They're awake!” said Ridho, his face looks enthusiastic.
“Haha, they must be having a fuss talking about his father!” patricia.
“Yes, they must be talking about the greatness of his father, haha!”
Patricia laughing.
“What do you think they will be like if they grow up later?” ask Ridho.
“Of course. My daughter will be as brave as her father, and my son will be as tough as I am.”
Ridho smiled.
“I can't wait to meet them. When did he say they were born?”
“Perhaps about two weeks away, when viewed from the date of his prediction.” Patricia stroked her stomach again.
“You're scared, Honey?”
“I'm never afraid! I was worried that you would overdo it.” Patricia may be reminded of Ridho who once lost his son.
“No, I believe God will give happiness to all of us. I just gave it all up to Him, after what we've worked for.”
“I was so.”
A waiter approached the two with a tray filled with dishes with fresh fruits devoted to Patricia. Ridho took the plate and fed his wife with the fruits. Instantly a hard kick felt from Patricia's stomach, making the woman who was about to be fed groan.
“What's up, Honey?!” ask Ridho worriedly.
“They kicked my stomach! Ah, looks like one of them!”
“Why do you want Daddy to teach you a great kick?” said Ridho while looking at his wife's stomach.
“I want them all martial arts greats.”
“Of course. Especially here there is a place for exercise.”
Ridho was feeding his wife again.
Flowers that bloom but have been released flying when touched by the wind. Ridho protected his plate with his hands. While Patricia grabbed a flower that approached her.
“Spring in London is beautiful. But I want to see spring in another city. As Japan may, or Switzerland,” Patricia said suddenly.
“You want to vacation?”
“Of course. If the twins were born. I also want to go home to Indonesia so that his grandparents can see him later.”
“Ah it must definitely be planned, they already often say this repeatedly. ‘Kumaha Dho, iraha bade to Bandung deui? Ibu Sareng Mr tos sono pisan (Gimana Dho? When are you going to Bandung again? Mom and Dad are so upset!)’, that's what they say every time I call him.” Ridho practiced it with Sundanese he had not spoken for a long time when he was with his wife. Patricia looked at her with astonishment, but she always liked to see her husband speak a language she still did not understand.
“I'm really impatient!” patricia said as she stretched her body and hands.
“They will be born at the right time!” said Ridho kissed the wife's forehead.
Suddenly Patricia was stunned. He held his stomach that felt tight, like something was twisting his stomach. Ridho looked at his wife worriedly. Patricia stand. His back and around his stomach were hot. Patricia tried to take a deep breath and exhaled.
“What's up?” ask Ridho.
“Sounds like they're going out!”
“Really?!”
“I have a lot to walk!”
Patricia tried to walk around the park, still while enduring the heartburn that this time came periodically. Looks like the contraction is already underway. Ridho called the obstetrician who handled his wife. The doctor said to keep taking light steps and he would come in about four hours.
Four hours had passed, Patricia was already in her room preparing to deliver at her own home. The woman was so confident to give birth to two children at once even if only at home.
Ridho continued to be by his side to watch his struggling wife take out his two heroes. Although fear approached him when he remembered his late wife, Ridho tried hard. He knew God would save his wife and children.
The doctor gave Patricia a cue to push because the opening was complete and the amniotic fluid had ruptured. Patricia was pushing with great difficulty. The nurses and waiters helped her. The woman took another breath to bring out her first child.
The doctor removed the first child from there and gave it to the nurse to clean after cutting the umbilical cord. A baby boy is born first. A strong cry broke out from the mouth of the reddish-skinned little baby. Ridho was stunned and amazed his son had come out safely.
“You must be strong, dear! You need to get our hero out one more!” said Ridho encouraging.
Patricia gasping. He took as much breath as he could and took out another child with all his might.
Patricia clasped her husband's fingers tightly, in one breath of pressure, the baby girl made it out of there. This time I heard a stronger cry.
“Alhamdulillah o Allah!” said Ridho full of haru, his eyes let out happy cries. He kissed his weakly drooping wife but looked happy.
“You are amazing, Mrs Effendi. Congratulations to you both!” said obstetrician.
The nurses were checking on their babies. The condition of the baby Ridho and Patricia is stable and they have been cleaned directly. Their servants brought him before Ridho and Patricia who until now were still overwhelmed with feelings of joy and happiness.
Ridho chanted adhan in the ears of his children one by one. Patricia kissed her two hearts and put them on her chest.
“We will be busier starting today!” said Ridho stroking his wife's hair.
“Yes, I will try to enjoy this new role.”
Ridho and Patricia's babies have fallen asleep after their mother's first feed. Maybe in a few hours you'll wake up. The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing from the hallway of the second floor of the Bocchi mansion. The room that had been deserted from the nurses, doctors, and servants opened the door.
“Where's my grandson?!” antonio sounded breathless.
“Sst!” patricia.
Antonio who followed Leonardo behind him walked slowly towards the side of Patricia's bed. Looking at the two peaceful plain faces, Antonio and Leonardo were filled together. Antonio even cried when he saw the two twin grandchildren.
“Who is my grandson's name?” antonio asked, still watching the two babies whose faces could not be guessed who would look like.
“Mikail and Malala!”
The doves flew into the air, delivering the happy news of the Bocchi family mansion which was growing its family members. Aided by the spring breeze, the happy news suddenly became news all over the world. The Bocchi family's happiness became the talk of the mass media throughout Britain and Italy.
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Sorry I haven't been able to extend the episode because I found it difficult to write two stories at once
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