Replacement Ribs

85. Exams

Tristan looked at Kirana who was still unconscious. In his hand was a drip tube and a tube that drained red fluid from a blood bag.

According to the doctor, his wife experienced severe bleeding. He lost a lot of blood and was shocked. Even since the several hours of operation were completed, Kirana had not been aware.

The anxiety of the second increasingly undermines Tristan. It was the same feeling as when he sat next to Elita at the end of his life. Tristan wants to blaspheme, why must he be tested by losing a loved one. When he had given up his first wife, now he was faced with that fear again. Afraid that Kirana will never wake up again forever. Bad thoughts he wants to get rid of. But Tristan is not able to.

Maybe he's not a good guy. So that happiness that has just been felt is always taken away. Tristan blamed himself again. He is unable to take good care of his wife.

"Yes!" tristan whispered right in Kirana's ear.

His wife is still closed. Tristan rubbed the cheeks that were completely bakpao-like, white and fluffy. I don't know the touch of the lips to how much he landed on the skin that feels chewy. But he didn't make his wife open her eyes. Although Kirana was very sensitive before. Tristan's breath that swept across his face alone could puff up Kirana. The man's lips curved bitterly. Kirana is really very sound.

"Wake, Honey! You don't want to see our son? He was very handsome," his reflection sounded so heart-wrenching that Bu Ratih was sitting on the sofa waiting for his grandson.

The crying of the baby inside the box made him gasp. As if racing, he moved from beside Kirana along with the mother.

But Mrs Ratih also gave up. Allowing Tristan to hold her baby to give her a bottle of milk. The only thing that could comfort Tristan was not to get too late in his fear.

"I think the milk is too cold, she doesn't want to drink, Ma" Tristan said because her baby refused the pacifier she gave her. And crying is getting louder.

"Try here, loving mom. Maybe he's not good at sucking yet."

Mrs Ratih took the baby, who was not even a day old, from Tristan's sling. Then try putting the pacifier into that tiny mouth. But he was rejected again. Mrs Ratih also panicked when she was unable to calm the crying baby.

"Ughh! Sweetheart! Want to carry Papa again?"

Tristan took the baby boy back from his mother's arms. Carrying the baby's head against his shoulder made Mrs Ratih squeal with worry.

He held the baby while rubbing his small back. Slowly the crying subsided, either because it was comfortable or maybe because it was tired. But when it was about to be put back into the box, the baby came back crying. Tristan took back his son. There was no way she would let her tired-looking mother have to carry her baby. Even until the early hours of the morning, the woman was still awake.

"Sleep, Ma. Don't follow me late."

In a conducive state, Mr. Ratih often wakes up in the middle of the night and can not sleep again until dawn. Especially when he had to see his son who was so messed up. Drowsiness also seemed reluctant to stop. Since then, he has not been able to observe Tristan who lamented the state of Kirana. Never mind mengasup food, just drink even Tristan do not remember.

"You eat first, yeah. There was a meal brought by Aunt Tiara," persuaded the woman.

Tristan shakes. All along waiting for Kirana was just the fullness she felt. He wanted nothing but to open his wife's eyes.

Mrs Ratih opened the food box brought by her sister this afternoon while swiping. Rice and side dishes are separated so even though it has been for hours the condition is still good.

The woman actually thrust a spoonful of rice and chicken pieces into the front of her child's mouth. The adult man who had even grown feathers on his jaw opened his mouth. And try to chew food even though it feels tasteless.

"Mom, Mom." Tristan refused a second bribe. She again held her baby walking here and there in the all-white room when she heard a small whimper from the baby.

Gradually, his body which was already too was giving up. Asking for his right to rest even for a moment. Tristan is approaching the bed. Checking Kirana's situation even though it still looks like nothing has changed.

"Sleep with Mama, yeah." Tristan spoke to the baby before putting it beside Kirana. Let alone doing skin to skin, seeing the child he was born with Kirana had not had time. Maybe what Tristan did was the first touch of the mother and the baby.

"Guarden, afraid of falling," said Mrs Ratih reminded.

Tristan. Even if you fall, that is very unlikely. Because the baby cannot move the body to move. And Kirana could also only remain silent in her lying place.

"Wake up dong, honey. You heard our son's voice, right?"

Like getting warmth between the arms and the body of his mother, the tiny baby also looks calm. While breastfeeding from the bottle held by Tristan greedily.

Tristan observed the small mouth movements that looked so adorable. Her red cheeks look round like Kirana. His nose resembles his. But the lips that were sucking the bottle were duplicating Kirana's lips. Its birth weight of 4.1 kilograms makes it look like a two-month-old baby. That's why Kirana's stomach was so big when she was pregnant.

Slowly drowsiness also ambushed him. Tristan's eyes slowly closed.

Tristan gasped when she heard the sound of a baby crying. He blinked his eyes and looked at the clock that was coiling on his arm. At 4 am, I don't know how long he slept because he was too tired. He looked towards the waiting bed. Her mother looked calm with her eyes closed.

Tristan checked her full baby diaper. Apparently the baby was crying because it was time for her to change diapers.

After changing diapers, Tristan makes milk. The job was no longer awkward. She was too trained because her first child did not use the services of a baby sitter.

The small mouth whines when it is difficult to get the right dot position. Tristan had to try over and over again until the tip of the pacifier was sucked perfectly by her baby. And little by little the contents of the dot shrank

Tristan's gaze was fixed on the beautiful eyeballs that seemed to still be reluctant to get up. His hand was still holding the milk bottle. One hand outstretched rubbing Kirana's cubby cheeks.

"Good morning, dear," he said with a smile despite his voice sounding bitter.

There was no sign that Kirana would be awake. The woman is still calm in her sleep. Even the baby cries that had awakened Tristan did not seem to be heard by Kirana.