Ninth Month

The boy found

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The atmosphere of the hospital looks deserted because it is night, not many people pass by in the hospital corridor, the hallways look quiet. But not with Ruby's nursery, the sound of moans breaks the silence of the night. The girl continued to groan in her sleep and her fever did not improve. Both of his parents looked worried and waited for the girl beside the bed. Though the drugs have been injected through the hose infusion but as if the drug did not react to him at all.

Intan patiently changed the compress on her daughter's forehead. While Rayan held the hand of her little daughter while her mouth was struggling to read prayers. They have not found their Son and now their daughter is lying sick, what a painful ordeal for parents if it concerns the safety of the baby.

“Kakak..,” ragau Ruby.

Intan helplessly held back her tears, she was sad to see Ruby's condition. He was wrong, he and his Husband felt the most loss of Rudy but presumably not only they who lost Rudy, in fact it could be said that Ruby was the most lost with the departure of his twin brother.

They are twin brothers who are used to being together, doing all things together, playing together, sharing laughter and grief. Twin siblings usually have strong instincts and a tighter inner bond more than regular siblings. When one of them goes, one of them loses, if one of them hurts, one of them will feel, in cases that often occur, some twins even often get sick simultaneously. Suddenly I remembered something.

“Mas, do twins usually always hurt together?” tanya Intan confirmed her suspicions.

Rayan was a little surprised by his wife's question, he wanted to cover this up but when Intan asked, he could not cover it anymore. He also nodded in agreement.

Intan shut her mouth in disbelief. Is Rudy sick right now?

“Mas, what happened to Rudy this time?” ask Intan. “Is it possible that something happened to Rudy at the moment? Does that mean Rudy is sick right now?” the Intan's crying broke. His family used to make a pusara for Rudy when the boy was still alive. Are they currently going to make a real navel for her Son. He could not accept it, his heart was sad to think about it. God, give me your help. Save the son of the servant, do not let anything bad happen to him, his prayer in heart.

Rayan cried, how expensive he had to pay for a togetherness. Will his sins not be forgiven? Why his family had to endure all this pain. One of his children was taken captor, one of his children was sick, and his wife wept bitterly before him, and he was the head of the family who promised to keep them from doing anything.

While far away in a small puskesmas on Borneo Island, an unidentified boy lies dead, several nurses surround him. A policeman waited outside the room bored because he had arrived but the boy found by the fishermen could not be questioned because he was critical.

“Pak Sobri, it's early morning you should rest. The condition of this child has not been shown to improve. You can come back the next day, or if there is any further news I will inform you,” said a nurse. It seems Mr. Sobri is quite famous and often to the puskesmas.

Mr. Sobri nodded, he was tired. After all, the distance from the police station is quite close. Finally Mr. Sobri chose to resign and returned to the police station.

The fishermen who found the boy were still hanging out at the coffee shop and discussing the boy's identity and other possibilities. The atmosphere was crowded with low boisterous voices of fishermen who told stories and chimed in with each other. The other coffee connoisseurs seemed to join the pulpit to get the info as accurate as possible. Even shop owners who usually prefer sleep seem to lose their sleep because of this splashy news.

“That boy is safe?” ask Mr. Gun, the shop owner.

“Of course. But do you know the beginning was found? just then his body was wrinkled from being submerged for too long by the water, his face was pale and his lips turned blue. Anyone would have thought the boy had died. But Mr. Hasan instead told Samsul to hug the body, hi..” Somad story, one of the crew members while shuddering in horror at the thought of hugging the dead boy. Mr. Hasan was the owner of the ship, so the words he spoke were probably a little undeniable.

“Why did Mr. Hasan send Samsul?” ask the others.

“Because Samsul is the fattest among us,” said another crew member. “Pak Hasan believes the boy is not dead, just cold. Whereas if I saw him, the boy was already in a state of death.”

“But Mr. Hasan was right, after we changed his clothes, and let Somad hug him, the boy miraculously returned to breathing. And we rushed back to the mainland with speeding,” continued the others.

“At the police station.”

“Wah...” everyone instantly thinks no-no.

“Then the boy is now in man?” ask the others.

“Di puskesmas.”

“How is the condition?”

“Kritis”

“About who the boy really is? Has no one reported losing a child?”

“Nothing. After all it looks like the boy looks like a rich kid, but the clothes he wears look like a gem.”

“The child must have been a kidnapping victim and then sold,” Haris said second-guessing. Everyone immediately turned to him with a glare when he heard his guess, Haris looks confused in the eyes of many people. “kan just maybe,” he said defensively, he was just the origin of the word. Haris looks the youngest there, so people may find his opinion too ridiculous because it has been contaminated with television dramas.

“While the boy looks handsome,” Somad said.

“Is there a photo?” ask Haris curiously. “We can put it on the fbook so anyone who feels lost their child can report to the police.”

“I have, earlier someone sent a picture of him in the crew's group of fumes,” said Somad while showing his phone.

Seen a boy in the arms of a thick-bodied man who was allegedly Samsul, as told earlier. In the second photo, the focus is on the child. His eyes were closed, with pale skin and blue lips, but his sharp nose made his visual appearance undeniable, this boy looked like a puppet. Her slightly poking hair behind a sarong cloth used to warm her up, made her look like she was sleeping in her father's arms.

“Yes, this boy is very handsome. It's so sorry for his parents. Haris try to send it to your fbook who knows the viral and parents or family can recognize it,” proposed Mr. Gun who was adopted by many people.

“Alright I'll send it on fbook. But usually people upload the viral ones through the titter, but I have no titter,” replied Haris.

“Mbok yes register, what no pity with this child,” Somad said. According to them Haris who is young is the person who understands the most about social media.

Haris is a little messy because these fathers don't know what he means, not that he doesn't feel sorry but that's it, what's wrong with the list. Finally Haris sent the information to Fbook and the titter he just registered. He hoped the information would be verified and the boy's parents would meet his son again.

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