Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Why is my son ugly?

“Lif ...,” says Dara is still in the chest of the Alif field. “Already yes, I'm claustrophobic.”

“In the meantime,” reply because it is still very longing. The man hugged the wife while closing his eyes and inhaling a soft fragrance that came out of his hair. Even many times he also said an apology because yesterday left him in a state of not okay.

“Maybe this is the result,” Alif said later after they let go of the hug.

Dara clasped her hand, “Don't think about it. The important thing is that you get healthy quickly and we go home quickly.”

“Say you have a special gift, where?” Alif took his promise.

“You know?”

“Take.”

“But you have to promise first. From now on you have to take care of your health, do not eat carelessly anymore. You have to protect us both.”

For a moment Alif widened his eyes that exuded a sense of extraordinary haru.

Dara leads Alif's hand to touch her, “Know I mean right?” he said, then added, “ini the result of your actions. The latter makes my mood so chaotic.”

But then Alif snapped. “I should be the first to know, not Umi or Abah, or who I am,”.

“I was nauseous last night in the car, Lif. When I lied to them? It is not good to hide his existence. Fear of anything happening.”

“It's only right yesterday I saw you back and forth into the bathroom,” said Alif just realized it, but not yet to think in that direction. Because this pregnancy is so fast.

Dara explained the first time she felt there was something different in her that was always nauseous in the morning and dizzy at unexpected times. And increased his confidence especially when he saw the calendar that he had passed his monthly period. After a few days, he headed to the nearest pharmacy to buy a different test pack and all the results stated he had been positive.

“I'll check it out later, Lif.”

“Actually I would love to come. But can't.” yet

“It’s okay.” (It's okay)

“Jaga your health, Ra. Sorry can't keep you company when it's hard.”

“It doesn’t matter, (no problem kok)” reply Dara smiled. Likewise with Alif who continues to touch and stare at the results of his masterpiece. And if he is not in a state of pain, then he will perform celebration in other ways.

When the day began, Abah and Umi Ros returned there to bring some food and snacks that Alif could eat. They also had time to talk to the doctor about the development of Alif in the future. Doctors say that scar healing takes a long time. Therefore, Alif has not been able to move normally as usual, three weeks since the day of surgery. Doctors also recommend that bandages be changed daily, routine control, and choose foods that contain lots of protein to help speed up the recovery process.

“For own medicine how, Doc? Alif a little allergic to the same antibiotics,” Umi Ros asked.

“Later to prescribe a special drug for patients who are allergic to the same antibiotic yes, Bu.”

“Good, thank you Doc.”

“Sama-sama.” Doctors also said that Alif still had to be intensively treated at this hospital for the next few days.

“Change, please don't go anywhere first, yes. Umi wants to accompany Dara check the content,” said Umi when the two are ready. Coincidentally before coming here, he had already taken the queue number.

“Iya ...,” replied Abah in a long tone.

“Do not sleep yes, Bah.”

“Iyaaaa,” the answer is even longer.

“Awas, loh when sleeping. Jan baduto juo lai.” (Don't lie anymore)

“Iya Umi ... Ba’a indak picayo jo Abah, Mi, Yes Allah.” (Why not believe in Abah, Mi, O Allah)

“Sunat lai, do if later lalok.”  (Sunate again if you sleep later)

“Lah tuo, what is Abah punyo. Iko is a ketek. Karumuik.” (It's old, what else does Abah have. This is just small. Wrinkles.)

“Awas, loh!” back Umi reminded so as to make Abah's eyes widen. Luckily this conversation is not understood by his children other than just making them confused and wondering themselves.

Not without reason Umi Ros reminded that. He did not want if at any time Alif was in need of something, Abah even fell asleep. And no one else was there. Alif often hesitates if he has to wake people up.

Both are headed to Obstetrician Police. First Dara in the data and in tension to then enter into the status of the patient, before finally entering the examination room.

“Good morning,” greet the female doctor on duty.

“Again, Doc,” answer both simultaneously.

“Good, want to check the content, yes?”

“Iya, Doc,” Dara replied.

“How late are you, Miss Dara?”

“Three days, Doc.”

“Good, just go straight up to the gurney yes, so as to directly know what the baby's development is like.”

“If according to the USG calculation has been five weeks, yes. Same with HPHT. And for its own growth right with its age. It's just that his heartbeat hasn't been heard. Please be more careful, Mom. Do not get tired and stressed. Later back to the doctor in about two weeks to be examined further.”

Dara nodded despite being a bit scared when she heard it, “But my baby is healthy right, doc?”

“Health, really, Mom. Don't worry about getting stressed later. So far everything is still normal, kok,” said the Doctor returned to his desk to record the examination. “Eating-foods that contain lots of folic acid, protein, carbohydrates, dairy products and much more. Later Mother Dara can googling, yes.”

“Good, Doc.”

“There are complaints?”

“Ya, likes nausea same dizziness.”

“Good ... later I prescribe the medicine.”

***

“Where is the result?” alif asked as soon as the two women entered his nursery.

“Alhamdulillah your son is healthy, Nak.”

“One or two?”

“One,” Dara replied.

A little disappointed because Alif had hoped to have baby twins, but whatever it was he remained grateful. “Usia?” Alif asked again.

“Five weeks,” this time Umi Ros answered her. And as they previously thought, Alif is also like Abah who immediately loading remember the date of marriage which when calculated is not in sync with the age of the fetus.

“Five weeks??” he said very dramatic.

“Don't you ask whose child this is, Lif,” said Dara with sharp eyes, like a female tiger that every pounce on its prey. But not long because Alif can immediately understand when Umi Ros helps explain how this can happen.

“Oh, so?” alif said smiling. Feeling proud of himself which is very great—because once a kick can instantly score a goal. “Mana, where's the picture?” he said impatiently.

“In a moment,” Dara took out her USG paper from inside the bag. And again Alif again surprised when he saw the strange shape.

“Why is my son so ugly?”

“Astrichesaaa!” the two women grabbed her left right ear.

“Aaaiyaiyaayaaaaaa!” Alif screamed while holding back the pain because he was a little jerked in the wound.

“You think when you were little wasn't ugly either? Your form is also like this, Alif!”

“Iya but why, Umi?” alif asked still did not understand.

“The name is also small, it must be this shape. Later if it has been a few months, can only look his face, perfect shape. All of that there is a process, understand!”

Abah Haikal said slowly, “Have a stupid child. Stupid ... stupid.”

There were quite a number of people who came to visit on that day including Ms. Ratna and Razka. Yeah, it's just the two of them because Dad couldn't have come because of his circumstances. He was also happy to hear that Dara was pregnant, because it means that the first grandchild will be born in their family.

“Dad would have been happy to hear this news, Nduk,” Mother said as they chatted. But there were only the four of them because Abah and Umi were buying food outside for their lunch together.

“Please convey later yes, Bu.”

“Iya, I'll tell you later. You take care of your health, eat healthy food. Let my grandson be healthy too. Do not stress, do not do any activities before your baby is born,” the message he is protective. “Dunk too, Nduk?"

"Yes in the morning."

"Unfortunately you are far away, try if close, surely I will notice you every day.”

“Because you can, Mom. There is Umi.”

“Yes, your in-laws are very kind. She looks so fond of you. You should be grateful. Many, many women out there have terrible mothers-in-law.”

“Amit-amit baby don't come,” said Dara shuddering in horror. Now their sights are diverted to see the brothers who are creating their own world. The two chatted so loudly that sometimes laughter escaped his lips. Even the two are very familiar after seeing Razka's hand help fan the scar of the operation so that the pain is slightly disguised.

And at this moment, Dara used the opportunity to ask something she did not know. She was sure her mother had been hiding it all this time from her.

“Bu ...,” said Dara so clean so it is not heard by Alif and Razka.

“Why, Nduk?”

***

Seriate.