The End of the Waiting

Beautiful, but Dangerous

Akram's face looked so happy when he heard the news that Amara was pregnant. Her age is twelve weeks. However, he had to be treated for his frail condition. Any food could not enter, as he would vomit again half an hour later, causing his body to dehydrate and limp.

At first Amara did not believe that she was pregnant, because a few weeks ago she was still a guest. However, the doctor said it could be just a fleck because Amara himself admitted the blood that came out was not as usual.

“Thank you, Darling. Thank God for providing sustenance for us,” said Akram kissed the top of Amara's head who only smiled with teary eyes.

“Mama and papa are very happy. Thank God we will finally have grandchildren from Akram,” said Azizah approached and rubbed the cheeks of her daughter-in-law, “may you be given health and strength.”

Before long Ahmad Arsalan went into the room and rubbed the head of Amara with a big smile.

In the afternoon Raisa and Adnan came and hugged her daughter with longing.

The VVIP room was finally boisterous with happiness because of the news of Amara's long-awaited pregnancy. Although a little unfortunate if Amara's health condition is actually decreased because of vomiting that continues to occur.

In the afternoon Akram asked everyone to go home. Let him take care of Amara in the hospital. He also asked Adnan for permission to give Amara time off during pregnancy. Of course without much consideration Adnan immediately gave it because he was worried about the condition of his son and future grandchildren.

“Mandi yes let fresh, or if not take a shower let me wash your body so as not to limp.”

Amara shook her head slowly. “Miss, cold.”

“Use warm water lah.” Still trying to persuade.

“Miss, Mas!”

Akram no longer forced. Indeed lately Amara almost lazy shower, like anti with water.

Later that night, Raisa and Azizah return to the hospital with a lot of food. However, Amara was not interested in tasting the food.

“Why?” ask Akram slowly.

“Nothing, Mas. I smell my stomach food so nauseous,” replied Amara slowly.

“But you have to eat even if just a little.”

Amara nodded and closed her mouth.

“Do not be forced, Son. Later even vomiting, indeed the course of pregnancy of each person is different. In the early trimester, dizziness and nausea are common.” Azizah said with a faint smile.

“But what if Mara conditions like this continue, Ma?” Akram's face looked so worried.

“Doctors will provide vitamins to reduce nausea. Looks like Mara also has to bed rest for some time.”

“You just eat to be accompanied by your mother first, Mas. I'm gonna eat some fruit, can you help peel some apples, ma'am?” said Amara looking at Raisa who nodded.

Amara spent two apples, an orange and a glass of milk that the hospital had provided. It was enough to make him full and better because he did not vomit.

At ten o'clock in the evening Azizah and Raisa came home after making sure her daughters-in-law ate properly.

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After four days in the hospital, Amara was finally allowed to go home after her condition improved. However, Azizah agreed to stay in their house to monitor the condition of her son-in-law with the permission of Amara and Akram as well of course.

As a man who is married, whatever is done must certainly be with the consent of the wife so that no party will feel hurt later.

During that time Akram never went to the office because he wanted to always accompany him. Several times Amara had asked Akram to leave, but the man refused and asked the Judge to take the job to the hospital.

“Don't be long, Mas.”

“Iya, later if it is a bit long let me stay and later send tell take mama.”

Amara chuckled and shook her head slowly while hitting her husband's shoulder slowly. “Do not ngerepotin mama mulu.”

While waiting for her husband to take the drug to a pharmacy a good distance away, Amara took a cell phone and opened social media to kill boredom.

“Umi Rahma, sorry once again I have to trouble. Please pray for his recovery. Give my thanks also to Ustadz Yusuf. Assalamu’alaikum.”

Amara who heard a familiar name in her ears immediately turned her head and was shocked. “Ning Fatimah,” he said a little hard to make the owner of the name immediately turn his head.

“Mara,” he said no less surprised.

Amara soon got up slowly and approached the woman who turned out to be a teacher, as well as a good friend during her time at Ustadz Yusuf's cottage.

“How are you, Ning Fatimah?”

Fatimah forced her smile. “Alhamdulilah well, Mara. How's it going? Sorry I couldn't come to your wedding, I was sick, ” Fatimah explained.

“Nothing, Ning. How is his condition?”

“My life is healthy, Mara. Now it is precisely my brother who is sick and must be treated here,” said Fatimah sadly.

“Cock not news if in Surabaya? Been here long?” amara asked as she looked pityfully at Fatimah who looked so depressed.

“Have been a week. Incidentally there his tools and doctors are inadequate therefore referred to this hospital.” Fatimah took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

This hospital is indeed one of the big hospitals in the city of Surabaya which is used as a reference if the regional hospital is inadequate.

“Ning Fatimah has no news, O Allah. Where a week stay?”

“I live in a guest house that is behind the hospital.”

Amara nodded in understanding. Behind this hospital are many inns that are often used for families of distant patients.

“Umi Rahma also did not tell that Ning Fatimah is in Surabaya, so absolutely do not know.” Amara seemed sorry for not knowing anything.

Fatimah gave a thin smile. “Indeed I forbid umi said. You're newly married and I don't want to bother you. Oh yeah what are you doing here?” fatimah asked while clutching Amara's shoulder familiarly.

“I'm a few days treated here. Didn't know if you were pregnant too, the innate vomiting continues to be lemes.” Amara rubbed her stomach gently.

“Congratulations, Mara. Hopefully you and the baby will be healthy until delivery later,” said Fatimah sincerely.

The two kept talking to each other while they waited. Fatimah was happy with whatever Amara had received.

Amara smiled as she caught her husband coming. He immediately stood up making Fatimah a little surprised to look the same way.

“Ning Fatimah introduce this my husband, Mas Akram.”

The deg!

Fatimah felt her heart being stabbed by thousands of knives.

To Be Continue ....