Safaries

The safarah 16

"Virhan!"

Mom's voice was deafening.

I covered it with a pillow.

Because she didn't wake up, she shook my body.

" Wakeup! Let's get Fatimah to the hospital." Shouted mom in the ear.

I got up when I heard the word hospital.

" Let's get ready soon." Mom's orders.

" Fatimah kenapa, ma?"

" The husband is not responsible."

Mama left me with a long rep.

I immediately washed my face, and immediately met Fatimah in the living room.

His face paled, even his face occasionally endured pain.

" Mas .. help me." Pinta.

I put his body in the car.

While mom came out carrying a black bag.

I don't know what it is.

" Vir, pick up the bag in your room. Let's hurry."

Like a fool, I obey your mother's will.

Go into the room and find the bag you mean.

I opened for a moment, it turned out to be baby equipment.

After knowing the contents, I immediately brought a bag containing baby clothes.

" It's been a while, Virhan!" Mama returned to grumbling.

I quickly drove the car, it didn't take long for us to arrive at the hospital.

Safarah welcomes us. Fatimah went into the delivery room.

I went in with Fatimah. For some reason seeing Fatimah in pain, my heart felt pity.

For the first time, my mouth mentioned the name Fatimah in my prayer.

" O Allah.please help Fatimah..."

Safarah is in the room.

I stood beside Fatimah. The delivery will be done soon.

If I wasn't ashamed, I might have cried.

I was so crybaby.

I held Fatimah's hand, "I'm beside me, Fatimah. Our children will be born." I whispered in his ear.

For whatever sake.I've never been this romantic in women except for Safarah.

But today, seeing the struggle of Fatimah, my dear instincts appeared for her.

And today, with my own eyes, for the sake of giving me the title of father, and giving my mother the title of grandmother. And for the sake of continuing the next generation of my family, Fatimah was willing to risk her life.

And today in front of Safarah, I kissed my woman's forehead, my legal wife, and she will soon be the mother of my son.

After going through a difficult process, until the infusion needle had to be attached to Fatimah's wrist, the sound of a crying baby filled this room.

His voice is so loud. My mom was crying, and I was crying too. I kissed Fatimah many times..." You're great, honey..." I commended.

And for today, I promise to love Fatimah completely...

I also promised to take care of Fatimah, to make Fatimah and our child happy.

Fatimah is still being treated by doctors.

Sus Ara or Safarah, my ex-wife.give me a tiny baby, "safe yes, ma'am. The baby is healthy.." Safarah's voice trembled.

I grabbed the baby from Safarah's hands, stuck my nose on her reddish face.

" Lad..."

My tears are dripping..

I chanted Adhan's voice in his ear.

After that I carefully held the jewel of my heart.

I'm focusing on my little angel. After giving the baby to me, I didn't see Sus Ara. Where's she?

After a few hours, we were allowed to go home. It was lucky we didn't stay here.

***

The presence of the little princess, like snow falling in the desert. It's cold!

The baby was sleeping in our bed.

Next to him Fatimah leaned by straightening the legs.

I'm closing in on him, "Dear.... Thank you for giving birth to my little angel."

The eyes of Fatimah condense, "no need to thank, mas. It's God's will." Her speech.

I'm so stupid! I have been ignoring Fatimah all this time.

I hugged her...

I regret what I did to him. How not, I came to Fatimah when I needed to channel desire. I rarely even invite him to talk.

But today, I will change all the bad habits I have.

" Well, do you have a name for our baby?"

" name?"

" Yes, name."

I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. I'm so stupid, why forget to prepare a name, anyway.

" Small sacrifice for your son, mas." Fatimah cast her eyes.

" Oh my God, for I was so busy with myself that I forgot to prepare a name for my daughter." I murmured in my heart.

" Dad..." Fatimah broke my daydream.

" Do you have any advice?" I finally asked Fatimah.

" Uphah?"

" Avifah...?" Mumbles.

" Yes, his A son, his Vi Virhan, and his Fah... Safarian.."

" huh? Not wrong?" I scrunched my forehead. What does Fatimah mean?

" Haha...."

There was Fatimah's laughter.

" Joking.." - cried Fatimah.

His face looks happy because it managed to give a prank to me.

I rubbed Fatimah's cheek. The new reddish cheeks today I looked carefully.

Fatimah is a woman who has a lot of patience.

Why was I so fascinated to see it this time?

I kissed Fatimah's lips with a little love that began to arise.

" Enough mas, I'm still in puerperium." Resist.

I breathed a heavy sigh because of the rejection from Fatimah.

As we looked at each other, the jewel of my heart suddenly cried out very loudly.

" Maybe he's thirsty, please get me a mas!"

I raised the soulmate heart jewel carefully. I gave this little baby to his mother.

" Umi's son is thirsty?" Fatimah spoke for herself.

Seeing that tiny mouth was like looking for milk, Fatimah gave ASI to the jewel of my heart.

I watched them, Fatimah without awkwardly breastfeeding her baby.

" Why is my soul so touched?"

***

" God .. Why am I still jealous? Why am I still feeling hurt? Why is that feeling not gone?"

I still remember the face of Haru mas Virhan when he accompanied Fatimah to give birth.

Kala mas Virhan kissed Fatimah, when Virhan was holding Fatimah's hand, and I felt Fatimah was a lucky woman.

While helping with Fatimah's delivery, I also held the clear crystal that had been piled up in my eyes.

I saw the great radiance of love shown by Virhan for Fatimah.

This is the umpteenth time I hold back from being jealous, but all there is is is pain.

Seeing Virhan and Mama crying as the baby's voice filled the delivery room.

I was a very small person at the time. Eight years they were waiting for a baby to grow in my womb. That's all they got from Fatimah.

I didn't sleep last night. My brain thinks hard, there is a sense of unwillingness if Virhan mas will be happy.

Virhan took a step ahead of me. Virhan has found happiness with his family. While me? Who's gonna care? Maybe now I'm being the talk of the Virhan family.

Fate...

***

Mas Firman invited me to dinner at a roadside stall. Not a fancy menu, just our favorite catfish pecel.

As long as the stall is clean, it doesn't become an obstacle for us.

Orders have arrived, we chatted while enjoying a plate of catfish.

" Sus Ara..Will you marry me?

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