Mandul

Chapter 122: Grieving

Arsi forced to go home and be cared for at home, now the woman still did not want to leave the tomb of the son. Rangga faithfully accompanied the wife, the eyes of the couple still shed tears.  

“Honey, let's go home. Children nyariin his mama,” said Rangga lirih. Intentionally he said the children are looking for him, Rangga wants Arsi to wake up from his slump, Rangga does not want Arsi to forget two babies who desperately need him. 

Ngarsinah turned her head and her two eyes did not mean anything, there like a dark empty room. Ngarsinah stood up and nodded, her face flat and for a moment Rangga was frightened by the change in Ngarisinah's current attitude. 

The woman was not hysterical and did not look raging, but she was like an undead that had no spirit of life at all. Rangga smiled and faithfully walked behind him as he passed the tombs around his son's tomb.  

Arriving home, Arsi walked over blankly and there was not the slightest smile on her lips. Ningsih who understood that, increasingly felt a deep sadness. Arsi still can not forget her son who is now in the realm of eternity. 

“The children's experience is in his room,” Rangga said when they reached the house that was still crowded with families and neighbors who also felt sorrow in families who had just celebrated happiness. Happiness and suffering came at the same time, Rangga could only follow Ngarsinah's footsteps, he said, when her husband tried to ask about this and that so that the woman's mind remained clear and could be wise and sincere. 

“Iya mas,” Sahut Ngarsinah and just keep walking towards the room to his two children. The guests and family present were not at all greeted by the woman who now holds the status of mother-of-four. Ningsih took on the role to make her guests not misunderstand. 

“Sorry mom, Arsi still can't forget her son. Please understand his attitude earlier yes,” said Ningsih with a wry smile adorning her beautiful face. 

“O .. yes bu no papa, if I was in the position mbak Arsi would definitely feel the same. Hopefully Arsi ma soon sincere yes ma'am,” Sahut mother of RT who had been busy helping Ningsih entertain mourners who came. 

In the nursery, there were already the senior twins, Arya and Arista. They seemed happy playing with their new siblings. Basic children do not understand the sadness of their parents, and they do not realize that their sister is lacking one. Rangga still faithfully tailed behind his wife's gontai body. 

Chequek!

“Mama, earlier Dedek Boy woke up crying ...” said Arista complained to Arsi. The sister guarding the twins nodded respectfully, but only stared at her surroundings with a blank look. The woman felt tightness in her chest watching her two children fall asleep. 

“Ma, why cry?” Arya asked who was confused and took the hand of the mother to approach her two sisters. Ngarsinah followed but is now sobbing bitterly. 

“Papa, mommy is just diem anyway? Mom doesn't like the same with grandpa boy and grandpa girl?” Ask plain Arista. They have not yet given a name to the twins. 

“Mama is still sad baby, but mom is still happy with the birth of your sisters. Darling ... come sit here.” Rangga painstakingly and patiently faced Arsi who had now stopped crying. When Arsi closed her eyes to make her heart calm, at the point of her consciousness the woman was very aware that now her four children are in desperate need of attention and affection. The atmosphere that was supposed to be happy was now turned into mourning. 

Arsi opened her eyes and she saw her two little angels now sitting on her right and left with clueless eyes. Arsi tried hard to smile and embrace the two children who felt like real children to her.

“Sorry mommy yes baby, it has made you worried. Mama is very happy with the twins, are you happy?” Tanya Ngarsinah with a face that now looks back radiant. The two innocent children just simultaneously hugged the mother, there was a warm feeling that ran through her heart and finally Ngarsinahpun returned the embrace of the senior twins. 

‘Astaghfirullah, forgive the servant of Allah, the servant has denied your favor. I was too late in my grief at the passing of our beloved son, until I forgot you gave me 4 little angels to look after and care for. O God, You are the owner of life, and You have the right to take it. I will take care of and care for and educate this happiest trust, O Allah, forgive me for my solemnity.’ Ngarsinah prayer that she can only say in her heart and live every sentence of repentance that she says. 

“I go with Rangga aja deh, surely mas already nyiapin far away right?” Ngarsinah asked and was answered with a nod by Rangga who was now smiling happily. 

“I plan to give you his name Alino and Alina. What do you think, baby?” Ask Rangga. Arsi smiled happily, a beautiful and cool name.

Oweeekkkk .. oweeekkk!

The junior twins woke up and because of Alino's noisy voice, Alino was disturbed, and without the command of the beautiful baby was crying. The room that had been full of days and sadness now turned into joy. Ngarsinah is still learning to breastfeed and Rangga asks midwives to standby to take care of his wife and to enlighten about what is still unknown. 

Ngarsinah has not had the slightest experience in caring for babies, moreover, these twins and it makes Ngarsinah can forget the sorrow of being left home by the youngest son who when he died still had not been given a name. 

“Mama, now do not call Dedek again the same Arista yes, because now Arista has risen in rank!” Arista said cheerfully. The girl was already impatient to bear the status of a big brother, she was going to show off her sisters to her school friends. Cintiya was already on his list for this happy news. 

“Duuuhh who has risen in rank .. Does he want to be called what is papa child?” Sahut Rangga seduces the beloved princess.

“Hmmm .. Brother Ita. and Brother Arya. How about ma, pa?” Ask the chatty guy who feels his idea is quite brilliant. Arya seemed to be linking her eyebrows together, a sign the little boy was thinking hard. 

“Do not call Arya's sister, do not want!” Arya exclaimed which made the three of them stare at the garden boy. 

“Sister Boy,” replied Arya with the most handsome smile she gave and a slightly raised head and eyebrows she raised lower.

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