One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 91

Metro, Lampung.

In a hospital.

The ceiling of the first white ceiling room was fragrant as he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to gather awareness. Hijab that feels uncomfortable in the head leads Harum's hands moving upwards to correct the position of the hijab. That's when he saw an infusion needle and a hose attached to the wrist. At that moment, he realized that he was in the hospital.

Fragrant looked around and found a foreign man sitting right next to his bed. The man sat with his eyes closed and his hands crossed on his chest. Several times the man nudged to hold his head to stay upright.

Who's the guy? It was fragrant as he looked at the man beside him.

Slowly and slowly, Harum tried to get up from his lying position. The movement is made as smooth as possible so as not to cause a squeak of the sound of the bed and not to wake the sleeping man while sitting.

Harum who is now in a sitting position tries to collect information in his memory and remember what happened. A few jokes later, he could remember everything. Last he stayed at the house of Bu Yusma—ibu from Lampung who he just met. Then he felt a stomach ache and his body collapsed in the bathroom. After that, he felt Hangga carrying his body.

Mr Hangga? It can't be Mas Hanges. Inner refutes.

Harum glanced at the man who was still sitting nudgingly holding his head. It must have been this guy who was carrying her earlier. Think Fragrant.

Who her? Is his son Bu Yusma? The fragrant mind wonders.

In a seated position, Harum can more clearly see the man wearing a short-sleeved black shirt featuring his sturdy arm Biceps and Triceps muscles. The black dress contrasts with her white skin.

Harum guessed the man was older than Hangga. If Hangga was twenty-six years old, perhaps the man was three-headed. Plus the glasses perched on the nose and small, increasingly make the man look mature.

Fragrant reflex reached out and held the man's head down, which was nudged hard and almost hit the iron of the hospital bed.

The man who was sitting while sleeping beside the bed was Yuda. Bu Yusma's son reflexively woke up when his body almost plunged into a fall and his head almost hit the iron bed if not held by Harum's hand.

“Sorry, sorry, I sleep heavily,” said Yuda after being stunned for a few seconds looking at Harum who was holding his head.

It is natural to be heavy. Yesterday he could not sleep all night after receiving news from Ustazah the leader of his mother's studies. "Bu Yusma was not in the group, did Bu Yusma return to Mas Yuda's house?"

Yuda is not playing. Her mother's phone could not be reached. It was his mother's habit when he was traveling. The reason for being lazy will be called continuously by Yuda. "Mom will refresh, instead you call me mother continue, Yuda." So Bu Yusma always said when answering the phone from his son who was not enough at all.

That night Yuda searched for Bu Yusma around the Daan Mogot television station. Last night he searched around Tangerang and Jakarta. Only then at dawn blind, he could breathe a sigh of relief because he got good news from Ustazah.

"Mas Yuda, Bu Yusma turned out to be home. It's in his house. My husband before leaving for the mosque stopped by Bu Yusma's house first. And he said Bu Yusma from last night had gone home."

The next morning he decided to go back to Lampung. Mother must be taken care of. It's not the first time you've gone without asking permission and giving it up. No matter if the mother back nagged her and lectured her to get married again soon.

"That's why you got married again, Judah. If you have a wife, I'll ask your wife to accompany me if I want to participate in religious tourism." That's what Bu Yusma always said when Yuda nagged him.

Back to Harum and Judah.

“Sorry, I ..” A fragrant reflex pulled his hand from Judah's head, but he was at a loss for what to say.

“No papa,” sahut Yuda keki. “Oya, you've been sober?” tanyakanya. Perhaps the beautiful veiled woman whose face looks like a doll has a Fragrant child that had been awake and looking at me from earlier.

Fragrant shook his head with a kiss as well. "Barusan," he said.

“Oya, I'm Yuda. His son is Bu Yusma.” Yuda extended a hand introducing himself.

Harum nodded politely with his hands clinging to each other in front of his chest.

“Oh, yes.” Judah pulled his hand back because he did not get a hand job by Harum.

“Your name is Fragrant, right?”

“Iya.” Fragrant nods.

“Mother actually wants to wait for you here, but I forbid, from her being sick. So, I'm waiting for you.”

“Sorry has been a hassle,” said Harum who felt bad.

“Neither papa. I mean, I was just explaining worried you were wondering about my whereabouts here.”

“Thank you.”

“You want to drink?” Judah who was confused to say what else to give a bottle of mineral water that was still sealed.

Harum nodded in reply to Yuda's offer.

With a nimble motion, Yuda unsealed the bottle cap, then thrust a bottle of mineral water in his right hand as well as a straw in his left hand to Fragrant. “Nih.”

It was fragrant to see the action of Judah. ‘Let me just’. Harum wanted to say that when Yuda opened the mineral water bottle seal. However, the sentence has not been spoken from the lips Harum, Yuda was finished first to unseal it.

“Thank you,” said Harum received a bottle of mineral water and a straw from Yuda's hand. After saying basmallah, it is fragrant to drink mineral water with a straw.

“You fell in the bathroom,” Yuda said after Harum finished drinking and put the bottle into the nightstand.

“Thank you for helping me,” says Fragrant.

Yuda nodded, then he spoke again. “I want to tell your family, but I can't find a phone or any access that can connect me with your family.”

It was fragrant to bow your head. He wanted to cry when he remembered there was no family he had. If previously he felt he still had Miss Mirna who he considered as his own mother, but now no longer because of her status which is no longer the wife of Hangga.

“You know what happened to you?” the bespectacled man stared at Fragrant.

It was fragrant to shake his head. What happened, what does that mean? The quiet fragrance chose to mutter inwardly only. Dare not chat more familiar with a stranger he just knew. It is a fragrant character.

“Sorry if I want to tell you the news that might make you disappointed and sad.”

The fragrant looking down suddenly raised his head to look at Yuda.

What news ? What sad news? There are not countless sorrows that I have experienced in this life. Inner Fragrant.

“You miscarried. He's six weeks old.”

“What? The-miscarriage?” Fragrant cries broke out instantly.

“Sabar yes. I know you're sad, but you have to be patient. Maybe it is not your sustenance, and hopefully later you and your husband are given confidence back to have children.”

Fragrant is not crying because of the loss of a fetus in his stomach. It was so good to cry because it felt so sinful. Harum still remembers, yesterday he had time to give thanks when he found blood spots in the inner ce lana that he thought menstrual blood. Forgive me, Son. You must have left because you didn't feel like mom wanted you.

Yuda let Harum cry let go of his sadness. To entertain, he doesn't know how. After all, comforting one's wife was not a portion of her current self. Except when he works. His profession, which sometimes gives good news and bad news, requires him to empathize highly. (What profession is Yuda?)

“You memorized your husband's phone number?” asked Yuda after Harum's crying subsided.

He did not ask about the Harum family, because he had heard from Bu Yusma that Harum was a kara. However, the fact that the woman in front of him had just miscarried. That means she was pregnant and had a husband.

Not getting an answer from Harum, Yuda thrust his phone to Harum. “You can contact your husband using my phone.”

Harum looked away at Yuda. “I don't have a husband,” he said softly.

Now Yuda looked at Harum with a different look. No husband, but pregnant? What is a veiled woman like that now? The words were only spoken in the heart of Judah.

“I mean. My husband dropped my talaq almost two months ago. And I did not know that I was pregnant,” ralat Harum as if to understand what the athletic man in front of him thinks.

“Don't during a miscarriage yesterday you didn't know you were pregnant?” Judah's question was answered Harum by a nod.

“But my advice, you should keep your husband informed about your current situation. Your husband should know that he almost had a child, but unfortunately miscarried.”

If I were really pregnant. Mas Hangga, Miss Mirna and Dad must be happy to hear the news. Smiling imagining it. However, a moment later his face turned moody. But, Brother Nata must be unhappy.

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