Home For My Soul

169|Because of Bandel

~Amarily~

I pregnant. I still can't believe that anything has grown in my body. After I laughed at Mama and Mommy, then relieved to still be able to focus on my plans going forward, this child is coming now. Is he also mocking me by playing hide and seek?

It's not that I don't want him, but I need to do something before devoting all my time to a child. Theo is crazy. If only she hadn't kept doing that, I would have bought a pregnancy-preventing device.

Suddenly a falling object sounded and Dad called Theo's name. I immediately panicked, but Mother and Mama calmed me down. Seeing him sitting with his hands on his head, I knew he had another severe headache.

Stupid jerk. Because he did not want to take medicine, he had to experience it repeatedly. Seeing him unconscious, everyone grew even more panicked. I usually relax, but the doctors and nurses are worried too. My heart started to beat.

The doctor checked her condition, while the nurse came out doing nothing. I could only sit on the couch watching the doctor help my husband. The men were asked to come out and two men entered the room. They carried Theo carefully, then took him out. I followed them with worry. There was a gurney outside.

We finished our business with the obstetrician, Father and Brother who followed Theo. I received a prescription from the doctor and tried to hear advice from him, even though my head was fixed on my husband. As soon as he let me go, we headed to the emergency room.

“Mother is his wife?” ask the white-robed woman. I'm nodding. “Mother, please take good care of your husband. His condition is very bad. The doctor prescribed the drug no kidding. All of them have been considered for the sake of patient recovery. I noticed that my husband did not take the medicine regularly. When this is forwarded—”

“Wait a minute, Doc,” by Mother. “My daughter is not well. She just found out she was pregnant. If you want to be angry, just anger her husband when he wakes up. Not my daughter. Because he's the reason we came to the hospital. Don't let her miscarry due to many thoughts.”

“Oh.” The doctor looked at me and my parents in turn. “I'm sorry. I have no evil intent. Regarding your husband, we will see his progress. After he wakes up, we'll do another check.”

We left Theo so he could rest. Both my father and brother left for their work, while my mother and I sat in the waiting room. We should have been here for a while. Why is Theo getting sick now? Is it because he is too happy?

By noon, Theo had not yet woken up either, so we urged Mama to go to the store. Papa couldn't have taken care of everything there by himself. Moreover, the store is still crowded during school hours, especially coming home from work. Papa's gonna need some help.

When Father and Brother came, Theo had not yet woken up. I panicked too. The examining doctor said he responded, not in a coma. So, they were also at a loss as to why he had yet to come to his senses. I braced myself not to cry or let emotions overwhelm me. There's a kid I need to keep in my body.

“Is it possible that he was so exhausted that he slept so long? He works with us every day. Though I already knew he was in recovery.” Dad feels guilty.

“No, Father.” I held her hand. “It's nobody's fault besides Theo. He's a wayward man who doesn't want to take medicine. The doctor said he was fine. We let him rest.”

“Iya, Pa. If the doctor says so, then we calm down.” Brother pat Dad on the shoulder.

I refused to go home and wanted to be by Theo's side until he woke up. So I asked him to be moved to the nursery. The right choice was because he could calmly rest in one room without anyone else around, nor was there a cry of instruction whenever a new patient came in.

Father and Mother came home so that only me and Brother were guarding the room. The medicine I received from the doctor helped me sleep that night. Although I was worried about Theo's condition, I couldn't ignore my own health. He promised to wake me up if he realized.

Until morning came, he was still sleeping. I can't believe he did this to me. We just got some good news. The child she wanted grew in my womb, but this is how she welcomed our baby. I can't take it anymore.

“Altheo Gunawan Husada,” my whisper in his ear. “If you don't open your eyes right now, I swear you'll regret it. Your sleep is long enough.”

Brother Nolan looked at me protestingly, but I ignored him. He's the one who's been provoking my upset. Just be right. The doctor said he was fine, so he should have woken up. I can't believe she's really sick.

“Altheo—” I said again.

“Iya, I heard,” as well.

“Stupid basis!” I immediately hit his chest, not caring about the cry of his pain.

“What do you do?” Brother Nolan hugged me from behind and kept me out of bed. “He is sick. Why did you hit him?”

“Because he already made everyone worry!” I rebelled wanting to escape, but Big Brother did not want to loosen his embrace. “Let me go, Brother!”

“You are calm, just let go,” reply.

“Nolan, be careful. She's pregnant!” theo tries to sit down.

“Oh. So, you remember I was pregnant? Then why are you even enjoying sleeping from yesterday to this morning? Why not just die!?” detangku annoyed.

The door was knocked, then opened. We simultaneously looked towards him. Father and Mother are coming. They looked at us in wonder. Feeling my stomach hungry, I looked towards their two hands. The cooks will have prepared breakfast for us.

“What happened here?” ask Mommy.

Justright. Dad brought a big bag that I believe contained food. “Good, Dad brought food. I'm already hungry.”

I took the bag and took it to the sofa. My brother and I took our rations, then immediately ate them. Mother and Father approached the side of the bed to see the state of Theo. Basic troublemaker. He didn't care if I spent the night in the hospital like this.

As the punishment, I did not give you the slightest bit of food that Mother brought. He can eat food provided by the hospital. Sister takes care of the administration, while I help Mother pack to go home. Theo cleaned himself up and changed clothes in the bathroom.

When she was about to hold my hand, I dodged. I prefer to walk with Mother. I don't want to sit by his side on the way home either. Mother sat among us. If he thinks I'm just gonna forgive him for his drama, he's gonna have to rethink it.

“Sayang.” He tried to persuade me when we were alone in the room.

“No need to be affectionate. You trim your clothes, I want to take a shower.” I entered the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it. It's good that he wants to get sorry so soon.

After the shower, I was calmer. Being angry is also useless, it will only hurt myself and my fetus. Remembering him, I saw my reflection in the mirror. He's six weeks old. I don't see any bulge in my stomach yet. My eyes are heating up.

If it wasn't for me being in Amarylis' body, maybe I wouldn't be able to get pregnant. Mother said I had lost that opportunity when the doctor gave the verdict. I won't be able to marry. Where there is a distinguished family that wants to accept barren women.

Descendants are everything to a distinguished family. They need a successor who will continue to lead their family, especially the family business. Just like Dad, Om Azarya did too. But Amarylis gave way through his body.

Mother's right. Amaryllis is my guardian angel. His body has helped me achieve many things, including Theo. She was not beautiful, but with sport, discipline, and material, her face changed completely. I have a lot of friends now, even people are starting to ask me the secret I can have this face and this body. The thing I used to experience as Katelia.

It's started, Amaryllis. That one bad guy is already starting to feel the consequences of hurting us. I managed to take, even marry the young man he still loved. We just need to drip acid into that fresh wound. He will always remember his crimes against you.

Who's next? Nisa or Rahma?

“Don't be angry again, baby,” persuade Theo as I exit the bathroom.

“We just got happy news and you did that. Don't you know how worried I am?” my nag. “Do not approach or touch me!” I avoided his hand.

“Gue has reason to do that.” He stood in front of me, blocking my way, ignoring my protests. “What do you not want to hear other good news?”