Papa for My Baby
33. Want Two
Hisham out of the operating room. He just finished a caesarean section of doctor Tio's patient. Hisham walked to the special room for the doctor he was about to change his clothes. When passing through the place of the guard sisters suddenly the guard sisters called out to him.
“Doctor Hisham,” call one of the sisters. Hisham approached the guard sisters.
“What's up?” ask Hisham.
“Have heard, not yet?” ask one of the sisters.
“What news?” ask Hisham.
“Doctor Tio passed away,” replied the nurse.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un,” said Hisham.
“When he died?” ask Hisham.
“Tadi dawn. In this hospital,” replied the nurse.
“Dogs, Doc. Doctor Tio's body blisters. The time of his death was also tragic, he was screaming like he was in pain. Anyway very terrible,” said the nurse.
“Have not been talked about again. It is not good to talk about the disgrace of the dead! The important thing is that now doctor Tio has calmed down,” said Hisham.
“Iihh really Doc. Everyone witnessed the incident themselves while on IGD,”, the nurse said.
“What matters now that Doctor Tio has calmed down. Yes, I want to change clothes first. My stomach is hungry yet breakfast.” Hisham left that place.
***
Hisham and Mita come to visit Hisham's parents. Usually, Hisham and Mita visit their parents' homes in turn. Now it's time for them to visit Hisham's parents.
Hisham and Mr. Bakhtiar sat in the living room while watching Azam who had begun not to be silent. Mita and Nella's mother were in the kitchen preparing lunch.
“Syam, until when do you practice in a hospital owned by someone else?” ask Mr. Bakhtiar.
Hisham turned to Mr. Bakhtiar. “Until retirement, Pa,” replied Hisham.
“Do you not cape work in people's place?” ask Mr. Bakhtiar.
“Cape, Dad. But how else, the name also makes money for children and wives,” replied Hisham.
Hisham watched Azam play his toy. He was afraid that a toy might enter Azam's mouth.
“How about you make your own maternity hospital? Rather than a lifetime of practice in people's hospitals,” asked Mr. Bakhtiar.
“Hisam also wants, Pa. But there is no money yet to build a maternity hospital by yourself,” replied Hisham.
“Papa give his capital to build a maternity hospital. You just take care of his permission. If the owner of the obstetrician is usually easy to get permission. From Papa who applied for permission,” said Mr. Bakhtiar.
“Who will the hospital belong to? Papa or Hisham?” ask Hisham.
“Come to you. Papa's time? Papa does not know how to operate the hospital,” replied Mr. Bakhtiar.
“Hisam think first, Pa,” says Hisham.
Suddenly Azam was able to stand alone while grinning to show his new teeth were about to grow.
“Azam ordinary pinter stand alone,” praise Hisham.
Mita was in the dining room listening to Hisham's words. Quickly Mita approached Hisham. “Mana? Mama wants to see,’ said Mita.
Mita saw Azam standing up. “Smart Mama's son can already stand,” praise Mita. But when he saw Mita, Azam returned. He approached Mita. “Nye nyen,” says Azam with spoiled.
“Well, seeing her mom get spoiled. From earlier anteng play alone,” said Pak Bakhtiar.
Mita holds Azam. “Azam thirsty, yes?” ask Mita. Mita takes Azam to the sofa chair and feeds Azam. Hisham approached Mita and sat down next to Mita. He rubbed the head of Azam who was breastfeeding.
“Papa offers capital to build own maternity hospital. Let's not have to practice in a hospital owned by others,” said Hisham.
“Terserah Brother. What does your brother want?” ask Mita.
“If own hospital weighs its responsibility,” said Hisham.
“Practice in other hospitals and own practice also weighs the responsibility. Equally dealing with human life,” Mita said.
“Yes too,” replied Hisham.
“Later, Brother think first,” said Hisham.
Azam who was nursing closed his eyes. It seems that the toddler is already sleepy. Hisham rubbed Azam's head.
***
Time keeps passing. Eventually Hiyam decided to build a maternity hospital. While the hospital was being built Hisham still remained a practice in hospitals and private practice sites. Now Hisham's maternity hospital is in completion stage.
Azam is now two years old. The toddler is now unable to stay still there is always something he explored so he needs extra supervision from his parents and caregivers.
Mita has not been fit for a week. Today when he woke up he was vomiting. His stomach feels like it's being stirred. Hisham was worried to see the state of Mita who did not stop vomiting. Not a mouthful of water entered Mita's stomach, all of which she vomited.
Finally Hisham decided not to let him go to work. But Mita refused.
“Abang work only. Mita is okay later also stop her vomit,” said Mita.
“Your face is pale. Your body is so limp. Brother is afraid you are dehydrated,” said Hisham anxiously.
“Mita is okay, Bang. When Mita became pregnant with Azam, too. But over time also has been common,” said Mita.
Hisham was confused to hear Mita's words. He scrunched his forehead.
“What do you mean?” ask Hisham.
Mita smiled at her husband. How could her husband an obstetrician not understand the signs experienced by Mita.
“Mita is three weeks late, Bang,” replied Mita. Hisham thought for a moment trying to digest Mita's words.
“You mean, are you pregnant?” ask Hisham. Mita smiled and then nodded.
“Alhamdullilah.” Hisham immediately bowed in gratitude.
Suddenly the door opened, Azam ran into the room. He saw Hisham bowing.
“Papa?” ask Azam.
“Papa again prostrate his gratitude,” replied Mita.
Azam bowed down next to Hisham. Soon Hisham woke up from his bow. He rubbed his face with both palms. Azam followed the movement of Hisham. Hisham turned to Azam.
“Azam is already big can no longer ask for a sling with Mama! Azam in Papa's car, Bi Ijah and Mbok Narti,” said Hisyam.
“Napa?” asked Azam while pouting. He sat on the lap of Hisham.
“Because in Mama's stomach there's a baby sister. Mama can not carry Abang Azam anymore,” replied Hisham.
“Ade the baby aja belapa?” ask Azam.
“Papa don't know yet. Later in the afternoon we see baby sister,” replied Hisham.
“Azam want two. The white supply, the black salary supply,” said Azam while counting by using his fingers.
“The baby's sister is one. If two pity Mama will bother taking care of sister,” said Hisham.
“Au two yes, Pa,” whining Azam.
“Let's see how many ade Azam,” said Hisham patiently.
