Just A Wedding

Chapter 42

Dr. Niken's diagnosis still makes me distrustful. If my baby's heartbeat is weak. My baby's weight is small. The food didn't get to the baby, because my placenta was small and my amniotic fluid was a little murky. I did not expect him to be in this world much or often. I often do not eat or eat as I want without caring about myself if I am pregnant. If there's a life in my womb that also needs nutrition. Even I missed two months of content control to Midwife Esti.

These two months, the hardest month for me. I often thought it would be useless if I kept giving birth to this child. Her father didn't expect her to even get away from us. But when I get back to my asia again. I am strong, I must be strong. After all, he is my hope. I want this kid too. It's just that I regret it, if he was born out of love. Not because of revenge. Maybe I can stretch my chest to accept him. But back I realized maybe he was destined to be mine. I was destined to be her mother.

Now..ya new in this second I feel very dear to my son. I'm so sorry for what I did to my baby. I was afraid of losing him. So scared, however there was my blood in this baby that her father never wanted her to exist. Never cared about his existence.

I tried to contact Mr. Satrio but it was not lifted. I sent him a message. Reported that I should SC tonight.

I'm.

Assalamualaikum says. Mas according to Dr. Niken I have to SC because there are many obstacles in my current content.

In such a situation Dr Niken would patiently wait for my answer, who was also still waiting for the WA answer from Mr. Satrio. Five minutes passed because there was no answer or call back from Mr. Satrio. I feel uncomfortable because there are still many patients waiting for the queue.

" Arin's mother, I don't dare to take responsibility if SC is done besuk"

Dr. Terang. Niken answered my question if I could wait. I really want to give birth awaited Mr. Satrio.

" Okay, doctor, if that's what's best for us, "it's just those cliche words that I can give you.

Dr. Niken smiled gently and wrote down the note given to me.

" Mother Arin I recommend going directly to the maternity installation"

" My doctor can go home first ? I doubt Dr. Niken.

" I want to prepare the doctor first. I don't know who's taking care of me during the treatment" I continued before Niken's doctor answered my question.

" If you go home first. enter through IGD. The note I wrote please leave it to the nurses and the attending physician" Doctor Niken replied patiently.

" yes, good doctor." then I stood up from my seat and told doctor Niken.

I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. My daydream came to a halt after Dita patted my shoulder and whispered softly

" Mr Arin, I can help Ms. Arin."

" I can ask for help Ma'am Ayun take care of me, Dit." I refused subtly to Dita.

" Mbk Ayun is his home away. If Ma'am Ayun comes, I go home. Agree ?"

Dita's eyelids were blinked - blinked many times - made me unable to refuse the offer.

I quickly informed my sister Arsita to pick up Jhoji. Told Ms. Ayunda to please take care of me during my hospital stay.

I have to be really strong. I tepis sentimental taste that may be attached to a pregnant woman.

I promised myself I'd have to be tough under these circumstances. Until no tears fell down my cheeks. There is no feeling of compassion in the depths of my heart because of my circumstances that my husband does not accompany.

After all the preparations are ready. I went back to the hospital with Dita. As per doctor Niken's instructions, I entered through IGD. It is a bit long in IGD because it goes through several processes. When it was over, Dita and I were in the room. Waiting for hours to enter the operating room.

" Don't you try the phone or WA Om Satrio ?" Dita asked me when she was calm.

" Will he ?" I asked back by looking at Dita's face.

" Tried Ma'am, easy - hopefully Om Satrio want to come," persuaded Dita reassured me who still refused to tell him again.

I was so afraid of being hurt by his response. But Dita patiently assured me. My reluctant hand to move typing each letter to string a sentence so stiffly felt. Like my heart feels stiff. Not because I did not appreciate her but from the beginning of pregnancy I always gave her news but there was never a response that made me happy. Before I came in, I had already given him news but there was no answer until now.

" I wrote it ?" Dita offers help to write a message to Mr. Satrio. I just shook my head. A moment later I began to move my fingers typing letter by letter.

I

Mas, is there no desire to see our child ?

I

Do you not want to give me spirit ?

I showed the results of a series of words - I said to Dita and the message had been sent to Mr. Satrio. Smiling reading it.

" Some are less mbak"

" Less how Dit ?" I ask who does not understand Dita's intentions.

" Mad try to write for the cost of giving birth,"

dita's proposal with her round eyes.

" It's not good that I'm Dit.." I replied firmly.

" Just try," Dita's hand quickly took my HP within my grasp.

" Dit...don't.." prevent me but can't do more.

" I'm sorry mbak. At least Om Satrio did not want to come he had to take responsibility. Give me a hospital fee or something"

" Om Satrio is the father of the baby and the husband of the mother"

Deftly Dita wrote a sentence that I do not know how the sequence. Dita just put HP on a table away from the bed. A few moments passed and there was no answer from him. My heart began to grow erratic. My mind is somewhere. Shouldn't I be happy. Is there a wife besides me. When giving birth is not given the support of her husband ? Did Mr. Satrio not see his HP throughout the twilight and evening today. Now it's showing at nine o'clock in the evening. The feeling between fear and anxiety is two things. SC and Mr. Satrio. Didn't hearken to any WA notifications.

seriate........