Love Lembayung Dusk

(Extra part) Naman Malik Abrisam.

PoV Dinda's.

Seeing the desire of Mas Bara who wanted a child, certainly made me realize. That I should not be selfish and narrow-minded.

I had forgotten. If a relationship is established, then there will be a plan for the future that is drawn together. And one of them is a child.

It's not just Mas Bara who wants a child. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted it so much, even long before this marriage took place. However, somehow the shadow of that false and false hope now filled my mind.

Is there a chance that I could get pregnant? Can I give birth to a child, even if only once in my life? Are the results about the health of my uterus stating that it's okay wrong? Why can't I get pregnant if I'm not mistaken? Questions always swirled in my mind without me knowing the answer.

It was easy to get an answer to my question. I could have asked my mom. However, that question never came up again when the divorce suit from Mas Angga was within my grasp. And now, suddenly the question just popped out after hearing Mas Bara's wish.

I slowly took a deep and long breath. Expect tightness that squeezes the chest to quickly evaporate and disappear. However, it still feels uncomfortable and irritates my lungs.

Like the nights before. Mas Bara always held me tight when we were going to sleep to give me peace of mind. Not forgetting to also leave a friendly kiss on my forehead and lips. Now that I realize, our relationship is getting closer and interdependent.

I really hope, if in my current relationship will not fail a second time again. That's my only door.

I decided that tomorrow I would consult my mother and ask her more deeply about what I used to take lightly and no longer matter.

As planned, last night my mom called and we made an appointment. Mas Bara asked me where I was going, then I answered honestly. That I'm going to the hospital to see my mom and her friend who works as an obstetrician. I can't consult my mom. It's just that mom recommended her friend, who is my age.

Mas Bara who initially wanted to go to the office, turned the bow and wanted to come with me. He said he wanted to hear firsthand, and we had a quick time if Mas Lintang would be angry with him.

However, apparently advising Mas Bara was just in vain. He immediately contacted Mas Lintang and asked to skip work. Geez Mas Bara, truant you that is too often and a lot. I can only protest in my heart. Upon arrival at the hospital, I contacted my mother and headed straight for the room I was referring to.

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"Can I still get pregnant, Doc? While I'm already thirty-two years old?" said Dinda worried that had been a question mark in her mind. However, he was reluctant to ask more detailed questions to the mother who in fact is an obstetrician.

Currently Dinda, Bara, and Mita are sitting facing the doctor who is not a colleague of Mita. The two young couples took it very seriously.

"Female women ages twenty-seven to thirty-four have less than forty percent chance of getting pregnant. Women between the ages of thirty-five and thirty-nine have less than a thirty percent chance of conceiving. And for the case of Mbak Dinda, of course including the first category," explained the doctor who has the name Paulina.

"So, I still have a chance to get pregnant, Doc?" Doctor Paulina nodded, "but what if I can't get pregnant?" great-grandson Dinda.

"From the health records analysts for Dinda's current condition, overall very good. Such as reproductive health, blood pressure, urine tests and blood sugar levels. I don't think there's anything to worry about" said the doctor, "as well as Mas Candra, your reproductive health is very good" he continued, looking at some health files, "I'll prescribe myo-inositol, folic acid and melatonin to help improve egg quality and ovarian function."

"So, no problem Doc?" Dinda reconfirms who got the nod from the doctor. Instantly Dinda was relieved, so was Candra.

"What you should do is maintain a healthy lifestyle with a balanced diet and regular exercise to prevent obesity. Eat healthy, nutritious foods like eating fruits and vegetables" she continues, "do intercourse regularly. Don't be too stressed and manage it well," Dinda's face met immediately when she heard the doctor's advice.

"Well, doctor," chirped Candra who was glimpsed by Dinda.

Doctor Paulina and Mita immediately smiled at the two.

"Vitamin E and folic acid consumption. Oiya, I don't smoke, do I?" paulina turned to Candra.

"No, Doc. But, ever try time offered temen," replied Candra honestly.

"Have you ever smoked, Mom?" Dinda was shocked to hear her husband's confession.

"Once, in the office" he said, "but that was it, Yank," he continued quickly when he saw Dinda's murderous gaze.

"But not anymore, is it, Mas?" doctors break down Dinda's and Candra's intraction.

"No, Doc," said Candra firmly from the first answer.

"good. I hope in the future, Mas Candra don't try again, yes!" doctor Paulina smiled with a friendly smile.

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One month, two months, three months ....

The days I spent were full of anticipation and worry. How not, first .. I have been in this position for three years. But now there is something different. If what I used to feel is, like a wife who was neglected and unwanted. As for now, I feel so cared for and adored by Mas Bara.

Not only that, Mas Bara always gave words of encouragement to our expectations. So that I keep thinking positively and thinking well to the owner of life.

Like this morning. I just checked my monthly guest reminder calendar, because I feel like I haven't been getting that monthly. And at once I was surprised, when I realized that the date that had been calculated had passed a week more.

No, of course I will not tell Mas Bara before there is certainty. I secretly bought a device that women used to check for pregnancy at a nearby pharmacy before Mas Bara came home from work. No responsibility .. I even bought ten pregnancy test mats with different brands.

As per the usage instructions. If I want to get accurate and good results. It is better to use it in the morning. I decide to use it tomorrow, because it's very noon.

Once in the morning, I went to the bathroom after the dawn prayer. I also brought five pregnancy test pads and immediately tried them at once. After five minutes, I saw the results.

"O Allah," I said softly when I found only the one line in the five little tools.

"It turns out not pregnant."

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This morning I was surprised by the news that Aya was going to give birth. Of course I'm very happy to hear the news. Ternya Aya has been taken to the hospital since dawn. As Mas Candra and I reached the front of the delivery room, I gasped when I heard Aya's screams of pain from inside the room.

After a few minutes, the scream grew louder and longer. I immediately swallowed and was afraid to get pregnant.

"Shouldn't I just get pregnant, huh?" of course the question is in my mind.

However, the question suddenly evaporated as Aya's voice now changed with the sound of a baby crying, making my heart tremble violently and crazily.

Kulirik and I hold the hand of my best friend who has been sitting near me since. The smile did not come off his face. My hand was stretched out to rub his big belly.

"Hahaha," Imah chuckled as I felt a kick from her stomach.

"Hardly?" ask Imah, because I found a jerk.

"Yes" I answered as is.

Not long after a doctor came to tell us that Aya's delivery was finished and would be moved to the treatment room. A tiny, bushy-haired baby was the first thing I saw when I walked into the ward where Aya lived.

The baby looked peaceful in the father's cradle, regardless of the commotion we were making. Who else if not me, Nurul, and Imah, while Aya looks exhausted, but still forced to interact with us.

"We should let Aya, the wife first," suggested Imah that we immediately agreed.

Mas Bara and I did not visit too long, considering that Aya would also want calmness when he was a wife. Returning from Aya's room, I passed a woman who was holding a baby with her partner. I immediately threw away my face as the woman and man looked at me.

"Sorry," I was surprised not to play when the woman greeted me with an apology.

I looked around and saw the regretful faces of the two.

"I'm sorry, because I .. you get a lot of trouble," sounds sincere, but I'm reluctant to answer.

"Dinda, I know that you won't just forgive us after what happened to you. But, just so you know, if we sincerely say this. Again, we're sorry."

"We have forgiven you," I did not answer, but Mas Bara, and I let him.

"Thank you" Mas Angga and his wife said simultaneously.

"Why am I wrong for forgiving them?" Mas Bara asked as I remained silent all the way home.

"No," I answered honestly, "I've forgiven them, too."

"Then, what are you thinking?"

"Of course, I just feel weird when I see Mas Angga's wife's face."

"Looks pale?"

"Yes, pale. Is he sick?"

"Maybe."

The question was answered two days later. I heard the news that Mas Angga's wife died of severe illness. Of course I felt concerned, especially for their babies who had stolen my attention during the meeting.

Not until there, lapse of a few days we again heard the news of grief, if Mas Angga suffered an injury to claim his life when the incident.

"Innalillahi wa innalillahi rojiun," for the second time I said that sentence.

"I as an interviewer from Pak Angga, want to submit a will that he wrote."

Mas Bara and I looked at each other not understanding the arrival of the late Mas Angga ceremony with a young woman holding a baby. It can be ascertained if the baby is the child of Mas Angga.

"He handed this over and told me to give it to you before the accident happened. It seemed like he had indeed gotten a premonition while writing this letter," the lawyer handed him a brown envelope, and it was tightly sealed by adhesive.

"What is this," Mas Bara asked as he flipped through his envelope.

"Please read it yourself!"

"Assalamualaikum Wr. Wb. With this letter and being represented by my lawyer, I want to leave my son to you. I beg you to raise my son! All of this I consider as my apologies for ever hurting Dinda. Again, I beg you. Please take care of my son like your own! Thanks though. Wassalamu'alaikum. Wg."

My tears immediately fell when I heard the contents of the letter that Mas Angga had written for us. I took the two-month-old baby from the woman who was carrying it. He laughed and patted my cheeks that were flooded with tears.

"Whose name, Ma'am?" I asked without taking my eyes off.

"Marvin, Miss."

"Now his name is, Naaman Malik Abrisam," I said suddenly as I turned to Mas Bara, "Mas doesn't mind, right, if I add your surname? Abrasam."

"If you want it, I don't matter."

I smiled proudly and gave Malik a kiss, "Welcome son, Mother."