Just A Wedding

Chapter 56

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The dawn prayer calls the sleeping man. Similarly I, I would like to complain and ask the Creator for fortune. I tried to get off my bed. Put your feet on this floor. It hurts in my stomach. I screamed for help when the pain was unbearable, cold sweat pouring from the pores of my skin, the limp that I felt so suddenly. There was the sound of running feet approaching my room while shouting loudly repeatedly. That's the voice of the father," Arin...why do you want?, "Arin........You why, don't scare me ?" I could not respond to questions from my father who kept shouting from his room to my room. I had pain in my stomach with both hands. Feel the incision - a small incision sore and flabbergasted, hurt and hurt. Withstand moans and regrets that increasingly incarnate. Trying to stand up, but getting more panicked with unrest due to the strong Tough cry. Tough who can turn his body back just keep crying. I was very confused, agitated and anxious to reach and hold Tough, but powerless with the pain I was suffering. My eyes are soft and my eyes look tough as if you want to say "Get me mommy, carry me mommy, why do you just stay quiet ? Carry me mother......."

Tough innocent eyes looked on me with boisterous cries piercing the ears.

" Patience, my dear.this mother here." answered grimly and dimly staring Resilient.

Father deftly took Tangguh who was already in bed. While I was only able to rest by enduring the pain that had begun to decrease. But it was still trembling and the shivering feeling that remained the same.

I strengthen this body to stand up, stepping over to the father who was carrying the Tangguh.

" Let's just be like you, you take a break, or you better go to the doctor !" the commandments you say are true. I need to know the condition of my pregnancy.

" Arin went straight to the IGD, sir, Arin was afraid of why - napa with Arin's pregnancy."

" Rin...Are you pregnant ? Does your husband know you're pregnant again ? I asked with surprise to me. The scratches on his forehead wrinkled clearly visible. I haven't told my father about my pregnancy.

" Arin can be alone sir, without the help of Mr. Satrio. Arin can take care of Arin's kids."

" At least your husband should know that you're pregnant" he exclaimed.

" Rin...the patient son.." - The voice of the father was heard touching my heart that was gaping with wounds.

" Yes sir, Arin is patient and softens the heart. Arin's strong." My tenacity is to hold back the tears that begin to pool on the surface." I am strong.....I have to have will over myself, I stay strong. Not just me, a woman with a man like Mr. Satrio. There are tens, hundreds or even thousands in all these hemispheres. It is not only me who is the second woman in a man's life. I can. I can.. . , " my humming comforted myself.

I picked up the jacket hanging behind my door and took my wallet. The clothes I was wearing at the time. The pain is reduced but still there.

" Arin rode the rickshaw sir, just now the one at the front musholla like the voice of Mr. Samsul. Mr. Samsul is a rickshawman who used to run in front of the musholla. Waiting for people to ride a rickshaw while guarding the musholla, cleaning the area near the musholla including the front of my house.

I lift my legs firmly, as strong as my heart is at the moment. I cannot be weak, I cannot.

" Mother come out for a while, son.....Resilient with Mbah Kung," I said to Tangguh. I kissed my son's forehead and the top of his head. A kiss of affection for feeling betrayed. Tough cries that began to subside due to the invincibility of his drowsiness, made me refocus on the pain in my stomach. Tough back to sleep with the father's cradle. As if to say, "Mother I also want to be embraced by father again." I covered a sentence I described and described myself. Tough only has me his mother.

I feel like I've been on the road a long time. Actually the distance of my house from the nearest hospital is approximately one kilometer. Maybe because it uses manual power so it feels long. The sky above is still dark. The sparrows are still perched on the electrical wires. The air of the dawn picker still gives a cool and cool feel. This paved road is like full of pebbles that make a long time on the way. The foot pedal rickshaw rattles out loud adding to the rowdy quiet atmosphere.

At IGD, I registered myself.

" Mom, alone ? No one accompanied ? ask the nurse who doesn't believe I left alone and took care of everything myself.

" I'm alone mbak, riding a rickshaw," I replied firmly with the question that I had made sure would be repeated and repeated will be asked.

" There's still a heartbeat..." Doctor Niken's voice made me cry. I love and love this baby. He must be strong with all trials.

" Mom, the baby's healthy. It has been eight weeks, the condition of the mother's pregnancy is very weak. Don't stress me out. Made happy every day, so that the baby's sister is also happy."

" Can I go home Doc ?"

" no, look at the developments. I'm resting here maybe a day or two. If you are healthy, you can go home" replied Dr. Niken patiently.

Two young nurses put an infusion needle on the back of my left hand. Bring me to the special room of mother and son. I myself. I'm trying to calm down here. Closing my already strong eyes to open. Currently, in the same round of time it was almost eight in the morning. On the same earth, under the same sky but under different circumstances. I, myself, fought with my son to survive. Surviving a bit of bitterness that ravaged my heart and mind. Struggling to still be able to stand firmly on all the nestapa created because it was there before there was. There, he is currently rejoicing waiting for the hour to get married. Do you remember him with me ? even though I am not the beloved. Doesn't matter to him with my presence even if it's not what he wants ? Do they do everything, even if they do it in the name of love for another woman ? Or am I the best conman here ? Pretend - pretend all is well - fine from the beginning. Pretending to be happy despite many injuries, conflicts, conflicts, disputes, quarrels, reproaches and nista in my household. Pretend - pretend attention, courtesy to him even though he is already heart-felt, Pretend - pretend to serve him even though the heart already feels foreign. Pretend - pretend to stay strong like a towering tree but scattered inside. I'm ruined......I collapsed with a bond without love. The past remains the winner in this romance. I was like an arrow launched by the archer, shot aimlessly because I just wanted to let go, not because there was a purpose.

But I must and must be strong. This baby I want, I have to fight for his health. I must live for me, for the Resilient and for the life that is in my womb.

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