I Accept My Destiny
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Before Khanza returned to her inpatient room, she was called by a nurse, the nurse said she wanted to speak to her mother's husband
Attharpun followed the nurse to meet the doctor in his room who was still in the observation room
"Good day sir, please sit down" said the doctor
"Good afternoon, thank you" replied Atthar
"So, sir, my wife had a lot of bleeding and it was caused by the tearing of the father's wife's uterus" said the doctor
"Astagfirullah doc" responded atthar
"Yes so fortunately the father's wife is strong and the bleeding can be stopped even though we are ready for a blood transfusion, but thank God it is not needed, the condition of the father's wife is now fine" said the doctor
"Alhamdulillah doc" atthar was very grateful there was nothing less than his wife
"Sorry doc, if it's torn can you get pregnant again doc?" Ask atthar
"If to get pregnant again InshaAllah can sir but later we will see what kind of development of khanza mother, indeed, if the uterus has been torn the risk of pregnancy becomes greater fear of severe bleeding if the stomach is often tightened" explained the doctor and atthar nodded in understanding
Atthar thanked the doctor, he shook the doctor's hand and said goodbye to meet his wife again
After arriving out of the doctor's room he again sat next to his wife, he saw his sleeping wife he felt pity
"That's how dear you are, thank you for being strong for our mas and children, mas promise will love you because God until the end of your life mas, mas will make you always happy khanza" atthar kissed his wife's hand
Slowly khanza woke up from her sleep, she looked at her husband with a smile and slowly she called out to her husband in a soft tone
"Mas.." said khanza.
"Alhamdulillah you finally woke up too, makasi ya dear uda strong for our son and mas, mas love you very much" atthar kissed his wife's forehead and khanza smiled
Shortly after the khanza woke up, the nurse in charge of bringing the khanza to his room had arrived, and they took the khanza back to hospital
Arriving at the inpatient room, all those present congratulated and prayed that the khanza and the baby would be given health, ummi, abi, and so on, the father and mother were both happy and sad to see the khanza giving birth to a son but the son had to be treated intensively
Khanza continued to ask his son, he had not seen his son at all because he was completely sedated at the time of the operation, so he was not aware of what happened
"How is our son? What is she good at?" Khanza asked in a soft voice
"Alhamdulillah, our son dear son, what name do you want to give?" Atthar wanted to comfort his wife
"Hmm haven't thought of it yet, how are you doing?" Khanza smiled at the thought of the child he had been so overdue
"Let's just think about the name of the mother's grandchild, now you have to focus on your health first" said ibunyang from earlier sitting next to the khanza
"Yes son, ummi agrees with your mother, focus on health first yes son" continued ummi
At exactly 12:30 am wib adzan was reverberating, the mother's father and ummi and abi pamit to go to the mosque that was in the hospital, they also wanted to go see their grandchildren
After everyone went to pray, the khanza, atthar and khalisa stayed, the khanza again asked how his son was doing
"Maaas..how is our child?" Khanza was impatient
"Heeeuuhhmmm.." Atthar sighed, in fact he did not want to tell his wife now, he was afraid that his wife would be devastated, but how else, his wife should be the real year
"Our son is premature baby, he is now in the room NICU. mas had recorded it earlier, do you want to see?" Attar and khanza nodded
Atthar clasped his wife's hand, to strengthen his wife, he also showed a video of his son being incubated
And sure enough to see that khanza was crying, her tears were unstoppable, she was holding her husband's hand firmly, while her next hand was stroking her husband's cell phone screen, as if she was caressing her child
"Hiks..hiks.pardon umma dear because umma can not take care of yourself umma and you, you become in pain like this hiks... sorry dear pardon umma" khanza cried softly.
"Honey, this is not the fault of who is the deck, this is already the provision of Allah SWT" said atthar who also shed tears
"Khanza is wrong mas, khanza can not take care of himself khanza, khanza is too eager to shop and cook so khanza does not think of our son hiks.hiks. forgive umma pardon umma" khanza's tears were getting louder, but Khalisa also saw him trying to calm his sister-in-law
"Bak don't be like this, mbak must be strong and mbak must be strong so that the child mbak is also strong, mbak don't blame yourself mbak yes, all have been stipulated Allah mbak, istigfar mbak, mbak, we pray the same so that the child can recover quickly" khalisa calms khanza by rubbing his brother-in-law's arm, he is very sorry to see khanza like this
Khanza nodded in understanding, thinking that what Khalisa said was true, he had to be strong and strong for the recovery of his son
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In the afternoon khanza tried to move his body, he was impatient to meet his son, he wanted to love his son
Slowly khanza was able to move his body, it did not take long he was able to tilt, sit even walking although it had to be slow
Khanza also tried to remove the acid to put in a bottle of provisions for his son, he tried hard although difficult and sick
Khanza braced himself so that he could see his son, atthar asked the doctor for permission so that his wife could see his son and the doctor allowed him, atthar took his wife in a wheelchair because the khanza treatment room and NICU room were a good distance away
Arriving in the NICU room khanza tears immediately flowed, but he had not seen his son, he saw a sick baby with a hose in his body to make khanza pity, his eyes looking for his son
"Where is our son?" Khanza
"Patience dear, and you have to tips yes dear so that our children are also strong" said Atthar
In the corner of the room with the lights on in the incubator was seen a tiny body filled with hoses, the walking towards him, his heart beating fast to see the little angel who was lying weak
His tears flowed, his heart said if it was his son, Atthar pushed him so that the distance with the tiny baby was getting closer, the tears of khanza increasingly heavy it felt he really wanted to replace his son's pain
"Hiks...hiks... a.what is this son of ki..we mas?" Said khanza sobbing, atthar only held firmly his wife's two shoulders to make his wife very hit
Tangusan khanza increasingly becomes when reading the name of the mother of the baby recorded the name of the patient in the baby incubator, yes it is true that it is his name which means it is his son
The hand of the khanza lifted touching the incubator slowly, he rubbed the incubator while crying profusely hope that tomorrow or in the future there is a miracle for the recovery of the baby
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...sorry old update...
...After the child is operated on now it is my parents' turn to be hospitalized, please pray for both parents only to be cured of all diseases aamiin 🙏...
