Nindy (Hijabers Norak Conqueror of the Heart)
62. The Sincerity of a Mother
The man stared at the astonishment of the tiny baby who was being cleansed. The tiny baby was not bathed, allowing the Vernic Caseosa lining to envelop almost the entire baby's body.
Yang Pou Han closed his eyes for a moment, took his eyes off the vaccine injection that would be given to his very young son, then looked up, staring out the glass window that had been busy a little.
He saw the clouds in the sky, lined up, like cotton candy that was being arranged by the seller, while the sky that stretched it looked like a blue carpet that refreshed the eyes.
She thanked him many times for the birth of her little daughter. There is nothing most moving and happy for a husband, which is when he sees the baby who has been waiting for has been born in the world. A world that may be cruel to them, but with all the strength and ability of the father, will always take care and protect the baby.
A nurse approached Yang Pou Han while giving the tiny baby wrapped in a soft ivory-white blanket. The man's hand trembled, as a tiny, sinless figure, and the gahir had moved into his hand.
He shed tears, but hurriedly rubbed him with the back of his hand. For a long time he enjoyed the stainless holy face, creating a feeling that was so sweet and dusty in the chest. Until Nindy's soft-sounding voice caused Yang Pou Han's attention to be distracted.
"Which, do your job. You can do that, right?"
Yang Pou Han nodded. He threw a smile at Nindy. His head lowered, closing his lips to the tiny ear he was carrying. His voice was hoarse, but it sounded hidmat for anyone who witnessed it.
Yang Pou Han was raping the tiny baby. Islamizing the child only wayangnya, giving the spirit of divinity that will be a path of light for the little angel.
The taste of haru was getting whack, when the last sentence of the azan he chanted. The clear thread gradually fell, wetting the cheeks that had previously dried for a while.
God sends his power. Only from a speck of semen called nutfah, then became a lump of blood called alaqah. And then it turned into a lump of flesh called mudgah. God gathers them together in a mother's womb. Then the spirit is blown into the body that is still in the form of a fetus.
...Angel, write, write, write!...
...Will the end of his life die in husnul khotimah condition?...
...Or will he die in su'ul khotimah?...
...Surely heaven is only a fraction of the distance from good practice....
...And verily hell is only a fraction of the distance from evil....
..."My Lord, I am not worthy of Your heaven, but I am not strong enough to endure Your torment of Hell. Give me the ability, forgive my sins. For indeed, You are the Forgiving of great sins."...
...And then the baby was born....
...Born that creature....
...Be born a servant of God....
...The Caliph of God was born on earth....
...The creature of God is called man....
...The cry of the baby under the petals of silence prostrate,...
...Why are you crying, son?...
...Thus every human child is born, inseparable from the curse of the damned devil....
^^^Birth Invitation_ by Anonim^^^
For a moment there was a soft cry, the sukma whispered shahdu. Revealing the greatness of God inspires the meaning of birth.
"Thank you, God. For all your blessings and gifts."
Yang Pou Han smirked at the tiny baby's cheeks that still looked wrinkled. Being born prematurely made the baby weigh less, but it still looked the prettiest in Yang Pou Han's eyes. She shows it to Nindy, the mother who has been laboriously conceiving and maintaining the tiny baby.
If Nindy had given up, maybe their little baby would never have had a chance to see the world. He will be a little angel of the inhabitants of heaven who never knew who his father and mother were.
Nindy kissed the little baby with a full day. His body was still unable to move properly, but he was already eager to pet the beautiful little baby.
"She's very pretty. Like mother. Thank you for fighting for our son." Yang Pou Han rubbed Nindy's cheeks gently, staring at the shady skinny face. "And right now, you have to fight for your own recovery. Promise me you will never give up this disease. For the sake of me and our son" he continued.
Yang Pou Han kissed Nindy's forehead, with his hands still holding the nameless little baby. For a moment they looked at each other, enjoying the togetherness of their little family, the perfect family.
"Have you chosen a good name for our daughter?" ask Nindy later. His gaze was still fixed on the tiny baby who was sound asleep.
The man seemed to nod, nodding. A warm kiss was sprinkled onto the tiny forehead. "Zevanya, he will be a strong person and have a conscience that can feel what is around him. You can call him 'Anya'."
A relief in itself, when a father has given a name to his baby. They throw each other a smile, inspiring an emotional feeling in the heart. Splash the happiness that has been drafted by the scenario by Yang Kukur.
Until a nurse came to them, took back the tiny baby to put into the baby incubator.
***
Days change, weeks change. It was as if everything was passing by getting faster, but it was so exhausting for a Nindy.
He has not been able to properly treat. For the sake of her dear child, she delayed the treatment. Nindy insisted on giving her ASI until the baby's weight was in a normal position.
Until his body feels weak because the intake of nutrients has been absorbed by his son, while Nindy only eat foods that are less carbohydrate and low in protein.
"From tomorrow, you'll have to undergo regular therapy and medication. I won't let the disease lodge in you for too long."
Nindy was silent. He felt too tired, the pain in the stomach would often torture himself. He could not argue or shake his head.
Yang Pou Han's gaze looked cute, also hurt to see Nindy's condition like that. He realized that a mother's affection must be very great for her child. Until Nindy dared to take a big risk for his life for the sake of his beloved baby.
"Please promise to fight as hard as you can. Fight for us, who are always waiting for your recovery."
Nindy smiled, rubbing her eyes slowly, a sign of understanding also agreeing.
And in those difficult times, the attention and love of the closest people are able to bring the spirit as well as the strength of the patient's morning to stay afloat and fight against his illness.
"I'll try. For your sake. I promise," said Nindy Iirih helplessly, but there was a strong determination in him to do it all.
