Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Single-minded

After the USG yesterday, the doctor said my uterus was clean. I don't know if I should be grateful or just relieved to hear that explanation. Ever heard of the caged it hurts so much, it's unimaginable if I had to experience it.

It was quite painful with the trials of Him had to lose our very baby candidate later. Sometimes I still can't believe that the tiny creature is no longer in my womb. Sometimes I still touch my stomach when I remember three days ago we were together.

I repeatedly begged for forgiveness and asked to be given the strength to face this calamity. Sometimes my tears come out. This test is heavy. However, I tried to live it.

"We must be sincere, dear," said Ridho as my eyes looked bright.

I just nodded in response. Anyway, I have to be strong. Life has to go back. There are still people I love around me.

Very grateful to remember the support of parents and in-laws who helped strengthen me. Mother who initially looks disappointed can slowly accept this incident, although her attitude is not as warm as a few days ago.

Ridho clasped my fingers tightly as I looked at Mother who came out of the room. I can only pray in my heart, may Mother not change as she used to. Keep accepting me as I am, even though I can't give her a grandchild yet.

***

Two days in the hospital, this afternoon I was allowed to go home. Ridho is out redeeming the prescription given by the doctor. There was only Mom who was busy packing things. This morning you came to take Mom, then went to the store.

You had offered to pick us up after Zuhur, but Ridho refused to fear you were exhausted. Finally, I left the car at the hospital. He returned home on an angkot to pick up the bike.

Mom and Dad only visited last night. They promised to come back to my house after work. I try to understand their work. Especially when Mother has permission, Dad came home at lunch time.

"Have .. don't keep thinking. I'm sure one day, you'll be trusted again."

Mother's words ripped me out of the daydream. For some reason, it's so hard to forget about a lost baby. I tried to put out a smile so that Mom would feel calm.

"Old Ridho huh, Mom?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"Maybe rame, so long in line at the pharmacy."

"Yes, yeah. Poor Dad will be riding an angkot."

I went back to looking for other chat materials so Mom wouldn't worry. The beloved woman smiled gently. I looked out the window. The sky looks bright.

"Ah .. ga papa. Not too far away either."

"Lumayan, Ma. I took the angkot twice. Just ask me to go directly to the store. Let's pick up the afternoon."

"You are-there is. Better think about your health now. You used to work hard a long time ago."

That is what makes me think more about my father. We worked hard for us. As big as this, I haven't been able to make her happy. In fact, it's back to making him hard.

I took a deep breath. Trying to sue myself to make my mind calmer. "I'm sorry, Mom. So make you bother."

"What the hell are you talking about? It's every parent's duty to take care of their child."

I just smiled briefly. I don't know why I feel this way. It still seems to be carried away with sadness because we have lost our future child.

"Have you called the bimbel yet?" ask Mom suddenly.

"Eh. Ja. No, Ma. I have a schedule this afternoon. Good thing I'm ingetin."

"Yes already. Cepet. Afraid they're waiting."

I also grabbed a device located on the nightstand. From yesterday I had no intention of opening that flat object. There are two new messages in the green app.

[Assalamuaylora. Beb, I'm not online these two days. You how are you?]

I smiled reading a message from Silvi. After graduation we have not met again. Just communicating through social media. I also wrote a reply for him.

[Waalaikum. I'm in the hospital, Neng.]

My view was a little blurry as I remembered the cause again until I was treated. With all my might I held back the tears from coming out again. I re-written a message for Silvi.

[I miscarried.]

[Oh Allah. Astagfirullah. How come Ngabarin, Beb? In which hospital?]

[Ga had time, Neng. I kind of dropped it. In Raflesya. But this is going home.]

[Yes. I understand. Tar afternoon I'm home, yeah. It's still in school.]

[Ga papa's. Don't hurry. I was dying, really.]

[Flame! You imbecile! Wait at home.]

I smiled again at Silvi's message. The nature of the ceplos has not changed. Suddenly there is a sense of longing for the figure of the bring.

"Why smile, is that it?" ask Mother.

"This, Ma. Read the message from Silvi. Tar afternoon is going to the house he said."

"Silvi who's been to our house? Yeah, he hasn't played in a long time. It's work, huh?"

"Yes, Mom. He's teaching at school, so he's busier."

"Oohs. Did you call the bimbel?"

"God! Sampe forgot because of busy chat with Silvi."

Mom smiled to see me pat my forehead. I looked back at the screen looking for contact admin bimbel. My call was raised when the second note came.

"Hello. Can anyone help?"

"Assynolajet. It's Reva, Ma'am. I can't talk this afternoon. Sick again. Sorry, just got hooked."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Wow, suddenly she was telling me. What pain, Miss Reva?"

"I'm in the hospital, Ma'am. Occupy ... miscarriage. Don't really remember yesterday." With all my might I held my voice to sound calm.

"Yes Allah. Be patient, Ma'am. I will find a replacement teacher. Hope you're healthy again soon."

"Aamiinu. Thank you, Ma'am. Sorry for my carelessness."

"Yes. No papa, Mommy."

I decided on the call after saying my regards. I'm done packing the luggage that will be taken home. Shortly thereafter, Ridho returned to the treatment room.

"Are you ready to go home?" askinya.

"Well, Son of Ridho," replied Mother.

Ridho brought things to the car first. After that, he led me to walk to the car. Mother followed behind us, carrying the rest of the items that were not carried away by Ridho.

This red brick hospital is quite quiet. Maybe because we went out during the break. Some patients who were still waiting in line were seen watching TV or chatting with their families.

Arriving at the car, Ridho led me up. I sat in the back with Mom. Ridho drove the car slowly to the highway. My gaze turned out of the window, observing the road users passing by. My mind goes back to the times that have passed.

Ah .. It feels like just yesterday we passed this road for control to the obstetrician.

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