Sense of Sense

Screaming

The online taxi Safira was riding with Zain slowly drove away from the parking lot of the Mother and Child Hospital. Safira was never this enthusiastic when she checked the room she had booked for her future delivery. Even the last time he went with Ashqar, Sapphira felt somewhat reluctant.

Maybe it was thanks to the advice Harti gave her. Like a mantra, more powerful than just classical music, the words that her mother-in-law had directed her appeased Sapphira. The worry eroded and slowly the fear he felt went away. He was already much better at facing a labor that was only counting days.

To be able to deliver a tiny baby born into the world is a great pleasure, Fi. Not all women in this world get the opportunity to feel the pleasure. So rather than you thinking bad things about labor, you better think about future plans. About what you want to do with your children later.

Safira gave a smile as she looked at the street from behind the car glass. He has amazingly good in-laws. To the extent that the notion that female in-laws and daughter-in-laws were mortal enemies felt too overwhelming for her.

Then Sapphira's grateful gaze turned mellow. The shadow of his late mother flashed through Safira's mind. The likeness of the woman he so desperately longed for was slowly beginning to blur in memory, not even he was sure that he really remembered how his mother's face was.

“If mom was still around, would she also say something like my mother-in-law?” inner Sapphira, involuntarily rubbing her big belly.

“Mamah why? Baby sister kicked Mamah's stomach, yes?”

Safira blinked while looking. “Ngak, Darling. Brother just ngulet¹ aja.”

Zain looked straight at Sapphira with his clear eyes. “So if you do slow down, yes?” he said, rubbing the side of Safira's stomach.

Safira. Zain's attitude has always been able to make his heart feel warm and well loved. “If a sister has been born, then Zain will be called a brother. Brother Zain.”

“Zain wants to be called mas, kayak Mas Alvin,” said Zain, still busy with the big belly of Sapphira.

Sapphira did not reply, she flanked Zain's body with her arms. While wiping Zain's mane, Sapphira watched the street from behind the glass. The scorching sun created a mirage over the hot asphalt roads. Lucky today he chose not to use his favorite motorbike, actually it was by force Ashqar.

“You are again pregnant big, soon to give birth. Can you, do not ngeyel and recite the words of your husband? I'm worried you're doing something on the road, not to mention screwing two kids at once.” Ashqar. Almost like his grandmother when he was caught skipping school to work in a food stall.

Ah .. those days. It is not something that can be remembered with just a smile, there will be bitter every time Safira remembers it. However, longing is also tucked in the chest, perched sweet when remembering how the grandmother always tried to meet her needs with her hard-earned efforts.

As if to understand the feelings of his mother, the baby in Sapphira's womb moves smoothly. Then Sapphira began to feel her stomach cramp a little. “Mamah is not sad, dear. Please calm down, yes,” inner Sapphira, using her other hand to rub her stomach.

But it didn't help as usual. The baby continues to move making Sapphira grimace due to cramps and pain that coiled from the waist to the pelvis. Then Safira hissed quite loudly when the car stopped at a large intersection, the traffic light turned red.

“Mamah why?” zain asked, standing up and looking at the worried Sapphira.

Sapphires bite the inner lips before opening the mouth. While trying to comment on the smile, he reached out and stroked the side of Zain's face. “You're okay, Mas Zain.”

“Not bad sister, Mas.” Safira glanced at the traffic light that was still 25 seconds away from the countdown. “Pak, can you turn back to the hospital?”

“What's up, Mom?” ask the driver, looking back. “What do you want to give birth to?”

Sapphira again hissed while closing as the pain in her stomach grew stronger, she was sure this time it was not a false contraction as it had been. “It looks like that, sir.”

“Wow! Hold on a minute, yes, Bu.”

Sapphira opened her eyelids slowly. The countdown at traffic lights is running low. “Iya, Sir. Don't rush it, Mr.” Then Sapphira turned to Zain who was still looking at her worriedly. “Mas Zain want to help you mamah?”

“What, Mah?”

“It looks like a baby sister wants to be born, want to all the same Mas Zain. So please tell baby sister to be patient a little, can?”

Zain of course did not fully understand the situation, but he quickly complied with Safira's request. While rubbing Safira's stomach, Zain kept asking his sister to be patient and not make them feel sick.

Meanwhile, Safira was feeling dilemma about who she should contact first. Rahma or Ashqar. Safira is actually on his way to pick up Alvin, but with this kind of situation it is certainly not going to be possible.

He wanted to ask Rahma for help, but her brother-in-law was definitely on his way to the airport to pick up Harti. While Ashqar at this time must have been in the middle of an important meeting as her husband said when he came out of the hospital.

“Who should I call?” inward Sapphira lamented, staring at her phone worriedly.

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Diction Corner :

¹ Ngulet \= Squirming

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