My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Chapter 1: When My Baby Sick Brain Inflammation

Before being trapped in the Plus-Plus Massage House, my hijab was a symbol of my pride at home as a loyal wife. Any woman and wife would not want to suffer such a tragic fate as I do.

If I could choose, I would choose to be a godly wife and have a righteous husband. Have a good family economy and have a healthy and funny child.

Oh, yes ...

My full name is Raisa Ramadhani, just called Raisa. I was born and raised in Bandung and just graduated High School.

Please note, that this story is my true story written by the author named pen Janitra, K. Through the Messenger application, WA and Via phone, then arranged my story so that it can be read by all readers.

Before, I implored this author to write it down, and wished her freedom, so that the burden of my regrets over the past would be lighter.

Hopefully by writing this story, I really hope to get enlightenment and wisdom for my story.

Huff ...

Before I started, it felt so tight this chest, remembering my dark time ...

I was married to my chosen lover. She and I decided to get married after dating in High School and we really loved each other. Yes he and I are determined to build a household.

Although my beloved's family did not approve of our wedding plans. The reason is, he will be nominated with another woman of his mother's choice.

His disagreement was known to my family. Finally my family feels his pride in a little. Our family's self-esteem felt stepped on by the family of my future husband. So my family went along and didn't approve of our wedding plans.

So between my family and the family of my future husband both strongly reject the wedding plan.

But my husband and I insisted on opposing it. If not agreed, my future husband will marry himself without his mother's blessing.

Alhamdulillahot... Despite strong opposition from my family and from my future husband, thanks to our persistent struggle, we were finally able to get married with the blessing of our parents.

Therefore, when starting a household life with my husband, we chose to live independently by contracting a house in a city that is a little far from our home city. My husband doesn't want to live in my parents' house, instead I don't want to live in my husband's parents' house.

In principle no matter what happens, we will not be reprimanding our parents, given the beginning of our marriage that is not sanctioned.

Since before marriage my husband used to work for his Sister-in-law. Therefore, when married my husband still works for his sister-in-law, while I have a small business to increase the income of the husband.

Although my husband and I decided to have an independent household, but I was provided by my parents, so I had my own savings in the savings book. While the rest of my husband's income I set aside myself in other savings books.

Long story short .. After 2 years we waded through the household, I gave birth to a baby girl. Although we originally wanted a baby boy, but this is also a gift from God that should be grateful for his presence.

My husband and I are so happy about it. A perfect happiness.

Apparently this happiness did not last long. Starting from here, the patience of my life as a woman is tested.

Suddenly ...

My baby looks convulsing. Surprisingly, he did not cry at all.

Seeing that, I panicked too!

As a mother who gave birth to her at the risk of life, then, seeing my baby in such a state, it felt like I was just being crazy.

I was really struck by a great anxiety.

Without thinking, my husband and I immediately took my baby to the hospital.

After being examined by the doctor, it turns out that my 5-month-old baby girl was detected experiencing symptoms of inflammation of the brain.

I was so shocked, hearing the doctor say that my baby had symptoms of inflammation of the brain, I was really very afraid of the safety of his life.

Especially ... when I see my baby crying because of the injection, as his mother, I also cry because of it.

Yes, God save my baby girl ...!

Starting from the beginning of the medical examination, until for 14 days my baby was hospitalized, finally my baby girl was declared by the doctor had lost consciousness. So my baby had to drink through his nose.

Which mother could see the condition of her baby child like that. I who witnessed and imagined the pain, made my heart as if it were sliced open, very painful as it felt ...

I don't know how my husband feels, is he the same as me?

I don't know.

I, as a mother, see the condition of my baby, causing thoughts of insanity! Maybe that was when I almost went crazy.

Until ... I was unconscious, apparently, I was walking in the middle of the highway in front of the hospital barefoot.

Fortunately, the Hospital Parking Manager helped me. As fast as lightning he dragged me and led me to the side of the road.

Not only did my mind become insane, but my fear of being so high my baby was not saved, making me faint up to 2 times in front of the medicine counter.

That time for the cost of treatment and care is not a problem for us, because, we still have enough savings.

I don't give a shit. Whatever the cost of healing, as long as my baby girl is saved I will pay!

Alahamdulillah ...!

The critical days of my baby have passed.

The doctor said my baby was saved. He said again, thankfully it was not too late to handle. Because I took him to the hospital very quickly.

Finally we were allowed to bring my baby back to the rented house, while on a road trip.

Ah, I'm starting to feel relieved about it ...

My baby's health began to improve, but, in October, I took him back to the Hospital for the second time. Because suddenly the shock recurred again.

Learning about the past experience, only 1 seizure, then immediately I immediately took my baby to the hospital

However, it is not as bad as the first. Then he only received light treatment. And I was advised once every 1 week to bring my baby control to the hospital

So, every week I take him chekc-up to the hospital for three months.

After that once a month, my baby is required to take the drug for 1 year.

In 1 year also my baby should not be late to take drugs from the doctor. If it's too late, then I have to give him a dose from the beginning again. If it is not carried out according to the instructions of the doctor, then my daughter's disease can not be completely cured.

Keeping it so that it does not recur, my baby should not be tired of excessive, sad or happy to be excessive, do not get too hot or cold. His physical and psychological condition must be maintained in order to be stable.

After passing 1 year more, he finally recovered completely from the symptoms of inflammation of the brain. The money in my savings was wasted because of it. Coupled with a husband who became unemployed, then complete my suffering.

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