ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 186: CONFUSION

Gilang had returned to meet Gita with all the flavors that he could not understand himself. Anxious, afraid, worried all the demons were feeding in his mind at this moment. Yes only the work of Satan does not want to steal the glory of God's power.

“Neng ... is ready right?” Gilang met his beloved wife. As much as possible eliminate the devil's creation streak in his mind.

“Eneng already can't eat a’. “ Answer Gita limp.

“Iya .. indeed so the procedure. No papa .. just for a moment. It will also pay off when we hear the cries of our children.” Gilang kissed Gita's forehead with great affection.

“There are sick Neng ..?” tanya Gilang ascertained the state of his wife.

“Ga there is A’ ..” jawan Gita who already knows, if it will give birth the possibility is a pain in the waist, hip area, and, calf pain and all the pain is suffered by mothers fighters baby crying.

“Kalo brought strong prayers ga Neng ..?” tanya Gilang saw the time Ashar would arrive.

“Could be ... but. Just here. Don't go to mushola yes ..” Gita worried about her own situation.

“Iya .. a’a grab the fixture in the car first yes, dear.” Pamit Gilang on Gita.

It's not just the prayer equipment that's in their car. But until maternity equipment and baby clothes were always in their cars already a month ago. Because they don't want to panic. Having an umbrella ready before the rain is something they both have done in advance.

There will be no drama left behind diapers or anything like that when the twins are born. Because the condition of the baby they always check according to the schedule set for them. Only visiting Muna to Jakrta were they not doing. Afraid that the Gita will suddenly bulge in the middle of the road.

Same with Siska, until now there has been no sign of being able to see the three Muna. For the reason that. He was still busy joking with the mattress and bucket where the vomit, as well as the curtains of the room that were always closed, so as not to see the morning sunlight that made him drunk, was miserable your fate Siska.

Indira is Gita's mother. Then since knowing Gita will give birth later in the afternoon. Since noon Gilang has been telling his in-laws. So did Arum and his mother. Now the two women are in the nursery guarding Gita.

The time of fasting has arrived, the schedule of operations has arrived. Gita's appearance is like a patient's surgery in general, infusion, oxygen has been installed on his body, even Gilang did not want to miss an important moment in Gita's life. Even though it is alone, it can hardly stand perfectly. Due to the nervousness that is rising. But he is the head of the family. Where the Gita stands if he is weak.

Gilang has used sterile clothing, until the tip of his hair is not visible. Gita has been completely anesthetized, gradually his consciousness has gone a long way to reduce the pain that will later be afflicted.. The operation will begin soon. The name of Allah calls Gilang. For the sake of asking for the safety of mothers and babies who will be ready to greet the world.

“Bismilahirahmanirahim.” Unrelenting to overcome the name of God in every early movement that doctors do.

Gita is like a sleeping man, already drowning in his long dream. Put all his beliefs that when he wakes up he will listen to the cries of his two children.

The hands of obstetricians have been so agile to play its role. Electrocute the area that he will work on, then play the scalpel right on the skin of the stomach surface that is already very large.

Tense

Silent

Just the sound of a medical device ringing in that tense room.

Gilang did not stop dhikr, as his eyes glanced at the hands of hands that deftly did their work.

“Have been born doctor ..?” Gilang gasped, stood up and stepped closer to the nurse with his hand still holding his wife's hand.

“Why not make a sound ..?” Gilang panic, confused to see in front of him. That's really a baby. But why silence.

“Please calm down, we are still doing the job.” Speak to the doctor in a firm tone, and still be seen struggling in the abdominal area of the Gita.

He wanted to be angry, but helpless. Cupped his head back to Gita's unconscious head. He whispered whatever words he could near his wife's ear.

“Neng .. Our one child is already born. But not crying Neng. The strong yes ... Allah is good with us.” Tears are unstoppable. He was strong as a man. But, his heart was shriveled as well when he was in a state that made him shaken.

“Yes Allah .. forgive our sins. Let us not place our guilt on these innocent children. Trust us to be parents to Allah.” The groaning of Gilang in his heart. Only the language of his heart is connected to the great God.

“Hua .. huwwaaa.” Gilang shuddered the sound of a baby's cry that was quite deafening in the operating room.

Instantly, Gita's hand just slipped off. Because Gilang was already half-hearted to see the crying baby earlier. And it turns out the assumption was wrong. It's thought the baby's cry is a sound that feels from the baby it is

 looky earlier. However, not. The one who cried was his second baby, while the first baby was still examined and tried to cry by other medical teams.

“Congratulations Sir. Baby girl. Weight 2.2kg length 48cm.” The light of the nurse who had cleaned the baby's body made a loud noise earlier.

Just lie Gilang was not happy to hear the statement, but what about the state of his first baby …? Why did he not hear the information about the baby he saw first saved earlier.

“Alhamdulilah ..” he said with glazed eyes.

“Please excuse me sir. All efforts have been made for the first child of the father who is male, weight 1.8Kg, length 50 cm. Born in perfect condition but already lifeless.” Instantly the sky felt collapsed on Gilang's body. He was sitting on the floor tile of the operating room, his feet seemed to be ungrounded on earth. Why is the world this joking on the path of life that is their part. What is wrong and sin so that it is only permissible to hold one heart …?

“Maximize for my first son doctor .. katakana this info is just a mistake.” Gilang's face flushed red, powerless he held back the emotions that were mounting in his heart. He is just an ordinary man, who has a limit of patience and emotions that he does not easily control in crucial times like today.

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