Taint

Sabrina Dara Azzahra's

A faint, dim glow shimmered amidst the darkness. I slowly opened my eyes, and I looked at the face of the doctor covered in a mask. As consciousness recovers, the pain returns. I grimaced while whimpering, the pain was much greater than a while ago.

"Thank God you're conscious. Please drink, so that your energy is restored." The doctor offered a glass of milk and a glass of water. With the help of the nurse, I sat down and gulped down the drink.

"Rilex yes, ma'am, don't be afraid. The baby is normal and fine, so there is no need to worry anymore" said the doctor.

"But Doctor, that's___"

"Everything's fine, Mom. Do not overload the mind with bad things," concluded the doctor.

I still don't understand the situation. Was I the one who misheard, or was my baby who was suddenly normal by itself.

"Or maybe__" I sat down and looked at the nurse standing next to the doctor. Then I commented with a smile, knowing that the nurse was now, not the nurse.

"Thank God, may everything go well, O God," I prayed in my heart.

"Take a deep breath, don't be afraid, you can!"

I followed the doctor's instructions, I took a deep breath, and then I took all my energy to push him out.

It's not easy, it's not enough twice. My strength was drained away, I was getting tired and helpless. But I did not give up, with the remnants of my energy I kept trying. I had to get him into the world, whatever it was.

I pushed for almost an hour, but the baby was not out yet. I was getting less and less powerful, my bones seemed to perish with sweat flooding the body.

"Come, Mom! A little more, Mom!"

I took a deep breath, and I gave up all the remaining energy. If this time it still hasn't come out, I don't know what else to do. My energy is completely exhausted.

A few seconds later, my body split. The pain increased a thousandfold. Unknowingly I screamed, shouting loudly without shame or awkwardness.

After screaming, my breath was blown. My body drooped weakly, even to speak as if it was incapable. It's too much pain to whack, so I can't be sure where the center is.

As my consciousness was about to disappear, suddenly my ears caught the sound of the baby's crying getting louder and louder. I opened my eyes, and found a tiny reddish body that was in the care of the doctor.

"Dok ... Doctor," I whispered, slowly.

"Congratulations, ma'am, her daughter is so beautiful" replied the Doctor, who moved me.

I succeeded!

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"Sabrina Dara Azzahra, the radiant and patient beautiful girl," I muttered with a smile.

I made a tiny face that made my netra unable to turn away. Her skin is reddish, very harmonious with her thick black hair. His eyeballs were clearly tanned, just like his father.

After going through a long struggle, I was finally able to smile happily. The pain and tiredness paid off already with his presence. The little figure that God has placed on me, which in the future will be my priority. Life will be more colorful, thanks to him. I heeded Daniel's message, I pinned Dara's name to our son. Though we are not together, let our names be etched eternally in the forbidden fruit of love.

"Today is the most beautiful day of your life. Hold you, look you in the face, feel the warmth of your breath, the happiness that you feel, can no longer be expressed in words, Son." Gently rub the tiny cheeks that are still soft. I touched her carefully, so as not to wake her sleep soundly.

Looking at Dara, I thought of Mom. He must be happy to see my son born healthy and safe. My longing was getting hot, but I was still waiting for the right time to meet.

Shortly after, the door of the room opened. I saw Ms. Fatimah smiling as she took a quick step towards me.

"O Allah, Oma's grandson, is beautiful" said Fatimah, when she arrived beside me.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother, I managed to give birth to her," I replied with an ever-expanding smile.

"You're a strong woman, Kirana. Surely you can. Already diazani?" ask Ms. Fatimah.

"Already, Mother. It was the nurse who did it, "I answered, a little shivering.

I had no other way, so I asked the doctor to call a male nurse, to say the word in Dara's ear. Ahh, if he had a father, I wouldn't bother asking others for help.

"Sleep one sleep. Can you hold a sling, son?" Fatimah looked at me.

"Of course, Mother." I answered with a smile.

Fatimah took Dara from my lap. He held her and asked her to talk. In my heart I am so grateful, so many favors that God has given me. Although Bu Fatimah is just another person, but his affection is not much different from a mother.

"What's his name?" ask Ms. Fatimah.

"Become, Mother. Sabrina Dara Azzahra." I said while looking at a big smile.

"Beautiful name" muttered Bu Fatimah. "Lho, his eyes are brown, Ra!" connect him.

"Yes, Mother." I was amused to see the expression of Ms. Fatimah. He widened with his lips slightly open, maybe he was very surprised.

"Can't you?" Fatimah looked at me, still with the same expression.

"His father's eyes are also brown, Mother," I replied.

"That's bule?"

"His grandfather was a Caucasian, his father was native to Indonesia" I said honestly.

Daniel is a native of Indonesia. Although his father was German, he had not yet set foot in the country.

When Mom and I were still talking, the doctor came to us. He brought me a prescription drug, and also checked my condition.

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I blinked and squirmed slowly. Slowly my consciousness returned and invited me to leave the dream world. I was about to get up and head to the bathroom, but my intention was stopped because of the extreme pain and pain.

"Aw, ahh." I groaned while holding my back.

"Why, Kirana?" ask Ms. Fatimah.

"It hurts, Mother." I answered while continuing to grimace.

For some reason, this pain is back. Though yesterday the feeling had subsided.

"Birth is like that, son. Just increase the rest, the pain will gradually recover. In the near future, Mother does not go to the store. Mother will accompany you at home," said Ms. Fatimah.

"Thank you, Mother." I nodded with a smile.

"No need to thank you, you are your child. Oh yeah, after this suck Dara, yeah. He was thirsty" said Fatimah.

"Yes, Mother. But ... I went to the bathroom first." I got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. Although my steps were limped, but I managed to do it.

From the bathroom, I sat back on the bed. Leaning back on the pillow, while breastfeeding Dara. I was ceaselessly reviewing the smile, looking at her tiny hand that was holding onto her chest. It turns out to be so happy to be a mother.

I cradled Dara who began to sound in her sleep. As for Ms. Fatimah, she takes care of the administration because we are going home this morning.

About an hour later, Ms. Fatimah returned, with doctors and nurses. After giving instructions about taking care of the baby, the doctor let us go.

I sat in a wheelchair, holding Dara. A nurse pushed me, and we headed to the hospital yard together.

Ms. Fatimah walked first, she took a car that was still in the parking lot. I waited for her while continuing to look at Dara's tiny face.

"Austenance!"

My heart was beating fast. I'm right, who owns the voice. Why is he here?

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