The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 32

In the afternoon, Mas Aak picked me up as usual. The rain is still flushing, there are no signs of subsiding, the car belongs to the Father is really useful for times like this.

"Where, Mas? Have you seen the state of our rice fields?" I immediately asked Mas Aak when I just got in the car, impatient to know immediately what had made me unfocused.

"Udah, Deck," Mas Aak replied briefly. I saw the look on my husband's face was very moody, not as usual. I can guess what really happened.

"Where, Mas? How are our vegetable crops?" I repeated a question my husband had not answered.

"Maybe it is not our windfall, Dek," replied Mas Aak still continue to look forward, without looking at me at all, even though the car engine has not been turned on.

"What's the matter, Mas? Ruined everything? Can't anyone be saved?" ask me again without pause.

Mas Aak nodded slowly, without answering with words. Even so, the nod of Mas Aak's head managed to make my chest feel very tight, making it difficult to breathe, whereas previously I had no history of asthma. How not, we have tried hard to take care of the plants so that they can thrive and the results are satisfactory. But the days of rain left everything undamaged.

I took a heavy breath, holding my own chest, hoping to reduce the pain in my chest. How's Cook Aak feeling, now? How do we get money for the cost of labor later? All sorts of questions filled my head, making my chest feel even more congested.

"Dec? You why?" I faintly heard the voice of Mas Aak, but I was no longer able to answer it, until I finally remembered nothing more.

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I opened my heavy eyes to open. The white light that felt glare made it harder for me to open my eyes.

"Dec? Are you conscious?" I vaguely came back to hear the voice I always heard after I stayed with him. But what did he say? Aware? What was I just now? Fainted?

I tried to open my eyes that felt heavy. I wonder, what really happened to me, until Mas Aak said such a thing.

"Ma-s," I was shocked myself to hear my voice that was so different from usual, sounding so heavy and deep. Moreover, I saw a lot of accessories that did not seem to be in my room. What is this too? Why does my nose get so cold? Where am I actually?

I fumbled my nose which turned out to have been fitted with a hose that drained the cold air earlier. Just reflex my hand trying to let go, I felt very uncomfortable.

"Don't take it off, Deck. Let it be, let the doctor later take off if it is not needed." Cook held my hand, trying to stop my hand.

"Where am I, Mas? I why?" ask me again, this time my voice sounds smoother. But I felt a pain in my mouth. What the hell am I?

Was I like that? Why don't I remember at all? Why did it get like that? I was wondering to myself, but there's no way I'd be here if it wasn't like that, right?

Suddenly the curtains of my room were opened, I glanced at the glance, seeing who was coming.

"Mails? Are you conscious? Why did it get like this, Mel? I'm worried about you and your baby" she said as she walked closer to me.

I just nodded slowly, I didn't know what was going on and why.

"May all be well, yes. Hopefully your baby does not need to be removed as soon as possible, if your condition improves," added Mother while wiping her tears that look dripping. Honestly, my words made me even more surprised. Why should my baby be expelled? When he was not seven months old.

"Let's hear what the doctor says, yeah. How the next handling," said Mother again.

I can't comment yet, it all feels so fast and weird in my opinion. All this time I felt like my condition was fine, why did it suddenly become like this?

Shortly after, a team of doctors came with my husband. They immediately checked my condition, which I did not understand for what the function of each check was. All I know is a tension check and a fetal heartbeat.

To be honest, I felt uncomfortable with the many assistant doctors consisting of men and women, while my clothes had to be exposed in the abdomen to check the fetal heartbeat. Without me noticing my tears starting to drip, my aura that I had been carefully guarding, right now had to be seen by men instead of mahrom. But I can what? O Lord, please forgive this servant of yours, my heart.

"Sir, Mom, if the condition continues like this, inevitably the fetus must be removed immediately, sir. Mela's mother's blood pressure is very high. If the fetus is not immediately released is very dangerous, it can be at risk of death for the Mother and the fetus in the womb of Mother Mela," said the female doctor who looked more senior than the young doctors behind her while alternately looking at my husband who was standing next to the doctor, as well as at me.

My husband was silent, he didn't comment. I can understand, because I was also stunned to hear the words of the doctor who did not seem to be joking. How come? Should my child be born prematurely? How is his future life? He had not even fully absorbed the nutrition yet, how could he survive in this world?

My mind went back to distant. My tears are growing bigger. My breath feels tight again. I can't imagine what will happen to my son. I shook my head slowly, I didn't want my baby to be expelled before his time!

"But if issued now, this is also not a baby who has a high life expectancy, sir, because his age is still not old enough. So, I hope, Father and Mother stretch the chest if for example the worst possibility occurs, I also pray, hopefully tomorrow will soon get a replacement. However, we also do not know if there are miracles that come, so we pray, hopefully all is well, and the fetus can also survive into adulthood later," add the doctor again.

"If it's preserved first, can't it, doc? Were there any blood pressure-lowering drugs or anything like that, that could make my wife's condition improve, without having to remove the fetus before her age?" Cook finally let out his opinion, just like what I thought.

I was waiting for an answer from the gynecologist. Hope it can be worked on!