
Anum feels defeated, even though this is happening out of his control. He could only stare blankly at the hospital wall, this morning, he lost his 7-month-old baby.
All he had in mind this time was how he would explain everything to the husband, he felt bad as a mother as well as a wife.
Anum cried in silence, how Adnan felt when he found out the fruit of their love had left them forever.
Just yesterday Anum felt small kicks from his stomach. It was as if the baby had given his mother a farewell. Again he felt his stomach is now empty, his heart was broken again, could not he just go not his son who had not felt his affection at all.
The soft goldenness of his hand made Anum return to the reality he so hated.
Adnan, he came with a sad face, not only his son who lost the right to live, but Anum felt he had broken a father's heart as well.
That guilt was back to make him cramped! Adnan hugged the weak body of his wife who according to information from Husna only realized after the operation. Both of them were crying out for deep sadness.
“She has gone Mas, I failed to be a mother, I made you not so bear the title of father, ma-maaf” said Anum interjected with tears, as Adnan unraveled their embrace, anum's face made Adnan know Anum had been crying a lot today.
Adnan shook his head, there is nothing to blame for this incident, Adnan also knew that his wife had given the best for their baby, but what would be said fate more loving their baby.
“Don't blame yourself, you're just as sad as me, right? we're all grieving”
Adnan's thumb moved to remove the tears that this time back glided from Anum's eye patch.
“Sabar alas” is all that Adnan can say, this situation made him surprised.
“Sorry Mas” said Anum regretfully, Adnan took his wife into a hug again, they channeled strength to each other.
Adnan. During her pregnancy she could almost count the finger to be next to his wife, she also felt guilty here.
After that, there was no conversation between them, the two drifted into their respective minds still not expecting this to happen. Until Adnan saw Anum who fell asleep in his arms.
Observing the face of his wife, Adnan was sure, Anum who was most injured would lose this, he said, every day Anum always sends a variety of baby developments that reside in the womb Anum along with the happy babble Anum who became a new spirit for Adnan.
The last time Anum said that their baby was actively kicking in his stomach, when Adnan was still out of town for work.
In fact, Adnan never wanted to be far from his wife especially when Anum was in two-bodied condition, but Anum always reminded him of his responsibilities as a leader and the fate of millions of people who make a living with him.
Inevitably Adnan had to leave, because otherwise Anum would not want to talk to him, but here he became like a husband who abandoned his own wife, until the baby became resentful and left him.
Though he really wanted to feel the baby's kick like Anum felt.
Anum moved due to the uncomfortable position, Adnan who realized it immediately justified his position so that Anum returned to sleep comfortably.
He also regretted his insensitivity to the condition of his own wife, it felt like knowing you when you lost it was very painful.
The pat on his shoulder made him realize “Sabar ya Nak” Adnan immediately wiped his tears violently, he got up and greeted Bu Halima who seemed to have just arrived.
“Everybody who lives will come back, son, don't talk about what caused this loss to happen, take the silver lining, sadly reasonable, but disappointed that drags on, don't, it will only erode our faith by questioning the destiny that God decided for us” said Bu Halimah gently, Adnan nodded briefly hearing the advice from Bu Halimah.
Adnan always felt at ease when talking to him, now Adnan knows where the gentle nature of Anum obtained, despite not having blood relations, now Adnan knows where the gentle nature of Anum obtained, it is this environment of good people that makes Anum's gentle and loving character come into being.
Ms. Halimah was sitting in front of Adnan, when everyone would accuse each other when a moment like this happened, but not with Ms. Halimah, she was too confident that everything that happened was the best.
“You are sad because of Anum huh?”
“Iya ma'am, I as a husband pay less attention to Anum to this kind of lack when Anum really needs my support in the difficult times before finally our baby goes to leave us forever” Bu Halimah nodded her head understanding, he knows very well the habits of his foster children this one.
“Yes, like that Anum, he will hide his wounds to make people around him comfortable and not worry about him, as I said earlier, we just take his silver”
“Iya ma'am, thank you, mom has come and strengthened us” Bu Halimah just nodded and smiled faintly then returned home because since yesterday has been here to accompany Anum before Adnan came.
“Please don't blame Anum for hiding all this Mas” Husna said suddenly.
Adnan just stared at his wife's best friend flatly.
“He's like that just don't want Mas Adnan to worry, even if it ends up being like this, believe me, Anum always tries his best for Mas Adnan and his baby”, he added, making Adnan's view turn to the woman who is asleep in front of him.
“But how weak was I in Anum's eyes until he hid everything, including his own illness?” ask Adnan lirih.
Husna was surprised, his eyes also looked at Anum, Mas Adnan already knew everything Num.
“You are closest to him, is it true he saw me who could not be relied upon until he did not want to share his unrest with me Husna?” adnan asked again after Husna was silent.
Husna shook his head, “It's not like that Mas, for that reason I think only Anum can express to Mas directly, but Mas Adnan should know, Anum really loves Mas Adnan, he really loves Mas Adnan, just as I and Ibu” Husna paused his sentence, trying to make room for the man his best friend loved to understand the word he said.
“That love feeling that makes him not want to bother the person he loves no matter what difficulties he faces” added Husna.
Adnan looked back at this woman he loved, ‘Why did it have to be like this Num?’
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