Instantaneous Sweetness

I'm Not Married But Why Give Birth?

I opened my eyes slowly, my head felt very dizzy, and felt pain all over my body, especially in my kew*nitaan area. Have I given birth? I tried to examine my stomach slowly.

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‘’Ya Allah it turns out I have not given birth. Where am I?’’ I stared at the whole room, looking like a woman dressed in a white uniform was preparing something, I don't know. I don't know either. Oh yes, all the medical devices are beautifully installed in my body.

What's wrong with me? Why haven't I given birth? My body feels so tired. Who took me to the hospital? I remember when I felt dizzy on that side of the road and I don't remember anything. Is it possible that Ayu brought me here? Who else if not Ayu.

‘’Arrgghhhh!!’’ my lower stomach hurts a lot.

‘’ Thank goodness Mba was conscious. Hang on, I'll call the doctor.’’ The woman dressed in white uniform approached me with a worried face. Then ran out of the room.

‘’Dok, Mba Monik is awake. Looks like she's contracting again, she feels the pain back.’’ His voice sounded faint out there. Contractions?

Some people in white uniforms approached me who was moaning in pain. And check on my situation.

‘’It's been very painful huh, Mba?’’ asked the uniformed woman kindly while checking on my situation.

I was only able to nod with the cold sweat pouring out, as it endured the excruciating pain. But my baby was not born. Maybe this is called contraction.

‘’New openings one,’’ shine women in white uniforms it.

I don't know, either, what does opening one mean. Because I had no knowledge of childbirth, I was too young. I should still be at my age continuing my education. But I'm like this. Yeah, it's all because of me.

I am not very good at taking care of myself, which is so easy to give my honor to a man who is not yet lawful to be mine. I am so easy to taste sweetness for a moment, I am open not in time.

‘’Patient yes, Mba. Many istighfar, and do not push if it does not hurt,’’ advice the woman in white uniform. Again I can only nod.

‘’Sus, give drinking water, Sus,’’ her word to sister.

‘’Good, Doc.’’

‘’Diminum first, Mba.’’ The nurse helped me drink water. I'll just gulp it right up to the water toilet.

Every few minutes, the woman in the white uniform checks on me. But now I am not giving birth. Sweat splashed on my face, and tears were divorcing because of the pain. My energy is drained.

‘’Arrgghhh! Ma—Ma.’’

‘’Ighfar, Mba. I re-check ya.’’

‘’Ya Allah.It turns out the baby is too big, until it is difficult to get out.’’

‘’How, Doc? Do we just do the Caesarean section?’’

‘’Wait, we have to contact his family. Because since last afternoon only his best friend who accompanied here.’’

‘’Tell his best friend, Sus. Ask to contact your family.’’

‘’Pity also since earlier she endured the pain. The power is drained.’’

‘’Good, Doc.’’

‘’A—aku is not strong, Doc,’’ lirihku with tears to withstand the pain that is increasingly hardened, but never gave birth.

‘’Patient, Mba. Mba must be strong yes, many istighfar and leave everything to Allah. Let's be contacted first by the Mba family yes.’’

Again I can only nod.

‘’Allah. This is what it feels like to give birth to it. My energy feels drained. Why am I not giving birth? Is it because I haven't asked ma’af to both my parents? Oh Allah, I want to ask ma’af, but they are not here. Ma, Pa ma’afkan Monik,’’ my inner with tears still lying weak.

‘’Or because of my too much sin? O Allah forgive me for this many sins.’’

A few hours later. My body is getting weaker. Infusions and other medical devices are still beautifully installed in my body.

‘’How is this, Sus? Has his family arrived? Poor this Mba.’’

‘’Already, Doc. They just came. Let's get out now, Doc.’’

‘’Tu—wait, Sus. If Mama and Papaku come here, tell them to go inside well, Sus.’’

‘’Please, I want to ask ma’af and do’a from them.’’ barely heard by him.

Instantly the nurse stopped her steps, then approached beside me.

‘’Iya, Mba. I will help you later yes.’’

‘’Ma—stank, Sus.’’

‘’I go out first.’’

A few women dressed in white uniforms rushed out. The more here the contractions often come, with a very deep pain.

A few minutes later.

‘’Moniik!’’ call him with a cry. Hurry up to me who is lying weak. Then hold my hand tightly.

‘’Ma—ma’a me yes, Ma, Pa,’’ lirihku terbalata.

Ease with the arrival of both my parents, they can mema’anku and mendo’akan me to be smooth in childbirth surgery. Because do’a both parents are mustajab. I should have asked my parents long before I gave birth, because I had made them sad and felt a deep heartache, it was all because of me.

As the pain increased, my head was dizzy and everything was dark.

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My body felt limp and sore, faintly heard by me like the sound of cutting something. Was I on a caesarean? I wanted to open my eyes, but it was hard. The pain, the fatigue and everything made me unable to open my eyes, but I still heard the sound of the cut. The pain of childbirth can defeat the pain of surgery. And maybe because I was drugged, so I didn't feel any pain.

A few minutes later, I heard the cry of a newborn baby. Is that my son? God wanted me to open my eyes, but I couldn't because my body was so tired and the pain was so intense.

‘’Alhamdulillah O Allah! Right, this is my son. The proof is that Sister put it on my chest. You are patient, my son. Now Mama can't open her eyes yet,’’ whispered my heart.

‘’Open his eyes dong, Mba. This baby boy, Alhamdulillah healthy and handsome,’’ lirih women in white uniforms is faint I heard.

I tried to open my eyes, but could not because my body was so tired and painful. My energy is really drained.

‘’Try slowly to open his eyes. And do not sleep yes, have given birth can not sleep first, Mba. Pity the baby later,’’ added the woman in another white uniform.

I tried to open my eyes slowly, when I saw the baby still flushed in my chest.

‘’Ya Allah. Thank God you were born healthy, son. Ta—tapi..’’ I remembered Andre's treatment of me. My mind is calm and unguided.

‘’E—. Doctor! Take this kid away from me!’’

‘’Ta—but why, Mba? That's a kid, Mba. Mba who menggahirinya,’’ softly while taking the baby and carrying him.

I was really frustrated and remembered everything,’’No, I'm not married why I can mingle like gini!’’

‘’Quiet first, Mba. Istighfar, Mba just finished surgery. Can't move much first.’’

‘’Do—Dok, please take the baby out of this room. He's not my son! I beg!’’

‘’How is it, Doc? Newborn want us to keep away from his mother, pity Dok,’’ lirih Sister that makes me even more upset.

‘’Kalo no, let me take it out!’’ I tried to get up, but I still couldn't. My stomach hurts a lot and my strength is drained. I don't know why I'm like this.

‘’Aaarrrgghhh!!’’ I groan in frustration. All the women in white uniforms calmed me down but still I insisted on opening this beautiful medical device installed on my body.

‘’Ya Allah, Son. Istighfar, Monik. You just finished surgery,’’ mama's tears, she approached me.

‘’Ma, it's not my son, Ma. I'm not married.’’

‘’Dok, take my grandson to the special room of the baby first yes. Later if my child is calm enough, bring it back here again.’’

‘’Iya, Bu.’’ The nurse was holding the baby that she said I was the one who gave birth to the baby, carrying it out of the room.

‘’You calm down first yes, dear. Can be new ready for operation, can not be much motion.’’

‘’Operation, Ma?’’ I was shocked instantly.

‘’Iya, Son. That's why you rest a lot first, don't mind much.’’

‘’What's the matter with me, Ma? Out of accident?’’

Seriate.

How's the next story? What really happened to the moniker? And will the Monik admit his son? What about Andre? Curious? Yuk continues to follow.

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