Taint

Painful Seconds

Solar light grazed into the room, when the curtains I opened wide. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fragrant asherb of orchids mingling with the scent of wet dew. Humble birds chirp, like the song of nature that is second to none. I looked up, staring at the blue sky decorated with white mega-mega. It is a very charming morning painting.

After enjoying the cradle of nature, I went to the chair, in front of the mirror. I had my body wrapped in a long white shirt, which I combined with a long skirt loose navy blue. I combed my hair, and I rolled it up. Then I grabbed the white veil, and closed it over my head.

It's been a whole month, I've been living with Ms. Fatimah. Our relationship is getting closer, like a real mother and child. Thanks to him, the eyes of my heart are completely open. I accepted every fate that was outlined for me, including Reza's pregnancy, her infamy, and Daniel's departure. I believe God has another plan far more beautiful than anything I've ever had.

I started to keep an attitude. I don't want to be in contact with the opposite sex anymore. I try to keep my eyes and always close the aurat. The lowest point I had ever been through at that time, led me to an essential glimmer of light. Now, I really understand about true happiness. Believing in the greatness of God and resigned to all his destiny, from there I found a sense of sincerity and patience, without despair.

I smiled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Adorned with a veil, my face looks more shady than before. Then I rubbed my stomach even more. Now entering the 9th month, in a matter of days he will be born and stare at the light of the world.

"Mother is very much waiting for you, son," I said, without ceasing to smile.

Soon, I heard a knock on the door with the sound of Fatimah calling me.

"Austenance!"

"Yes, Mother" I replied from the room.

"What's up, son?"

"Already, Mother." I answered while walking towards the door. We'll go to the hospital to check my contents.

"Will you come by, won't you, come by the store for a minute?" asked Fatimah, when I opened the door.

"Yes, Mother, it's okay." I answered with a smile.

Ms. Fatimah is a pretty big self-service owner. There are 14 employees working there. Three of them are concurrent with the driver and deliver goods to customers. Every day, Ms. Fatimah never miss seeing her shop, even if sometimes only briefly. I've been there three times, and I'm always amazed to see the crowds of visitors.

"Yes, come on, and then go shopping for fruit and milk. The supplies at home are running low." Fatimah stepped out of my room, and I followed her behind.

"Yes, Mother." I smile again.

Fatimah is like an angel incarnated in a human body. He treats me like his own son. His heart is noble, his speech is soft and soothing. Terms of meaning, and able to knock on the door of the heart of the interlocutor. Many times I cursed her ex-husband, so foolish as to leave behind a woman as perfect as Ms. Fatimah.

A few minutes later, we were in the car. Sliding and down the crowded streets. At first I enjoyed this trip, but the longer it took, the more I kept my calm. My back hurts, and my lower abdomen hurts too. I don't know what happened to me.

"Mother," call me. The pain and the pain were getting worse, I could no longer hide it.

"Yes, Kirana." Fatimah looked at me.

"My stomach is suddenly sick, Mother," I replied, softly.

"What pain, son?" Ms. Fatimah widened. He looked panicked, probably from seeing my agonized expression.

"It hurts here, Mother, and here it hurts too." I answered while holding my stomach and back.

"Yes, Mother," I whispered with sweat that began to pour.

"Pray, son, beg God, may be given ease. Hold on a second, yeah, soon we'll be there." Ms. Fatimah clasped my finger for a moment, then returned to hold the wheel.

This time I did not answer, I just nodded slowly while taking a deep breath. The pain became more, making me weak and almost lost energy.

"O Allah, please help me, O Allah. Give her strength and ease to lead her to look at the world. Only to You, O Allah, my servant surrender" I said in heart.

Minutes passed, and the pain grew. Many times I heard the voice of Fatimah encouraging me, accompanied by a warm and gentle touch that was a little soothing.

However, this feeling is really torturous. I could only close my eyes while biting my lips.

Soon, something warm flowed out. I don't know what it is, which obviously he keeps coming out and won't stop.

"Bune ... Mother," I whispered, quietly and flattered. Kuraba Bu Fatimah's hand, I clutched tightly and I made the impingement of this pain.

"Astagfirullahal 'adhiim, your membranes have broken, son! Sister, please Sister! Hurry, Sister!" yelled Miss Fatimah.

The car door was wide open, I realized we had arrived at the hospital yard.

In the next instant, my body was lifted up by the man in the white uniform. I was laid on top of the gurney, and then pushed quickly.

Faintly, I heard the voice of Mrs Fatimah continue to pray, as well as the talk of doctors who blend with the pace. However, I did not respond to them, I dissolved in the aches and pains I felt myself. Is this the struggle of a mother?

Ahh, mother. I remember the mother who gave birth to me. He died fighting for my life. Will the old story repeat itself? Will I fail in this fight?

"O Allah, may You still allow the servant to take care of him" I prayed in my heart.

Tears are breaking, thinking life is really at stake. Last time, I was expecting death, but not now. I can't bear to leave my son alone in the world, without parents. Enough of me to feel that, lest he suffer the same injury.

Too late in the dark shadows, I did not realize that this time had arrived in the room. The pace and sound of Fatimah, no longer draped in the ear. Only the smell of disinfectant is getting stronger.

I held tightly to the end of the blanket that covered my body. I groaned in a merciless torturing lara. My energy was drained, because it kept flowing and would not stop for a moment. The sweat and tears mixed into one, wrapping up the pain in my journey of life.

Doctors and nurses prepare tools that are somehow named. The clanging sound they made, made my heart beat faster. There was one tool that resembled a scissor, and my mind immediately shrank from it.

"Doctor, the baby's position is transverse!"

My time seemed to stop for a moment. I understand exactly what transverse means. If giving birth in a normal position sometimes still fails, then what about the transverse position. What will happen to me after this?

The pain slowly faded away as the fear overwhelmed me. Without knowing what the cause was, my body suddenly shivered and my vision blurred. The next second, the pain completely disappeared. However, my world is getting darker and I can't remember anything.

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