The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 33

"We'll see the development in the next two days, sir. All of us give lung booster injections, so even if you have to be born soon, at least the fetal lungs have been prepared," replied the doctor while smiling at me also to my husband alternately.

I did not return the doctor's smile in the slightest, nor did Mas Aak whose face looked faded. For us, it was a very tough decision, so it was very difficult for us to smile. But for an experienced doctor, he may have handled many similar cases with me, so he can still smile and be calm. Both of us, including my mother, could not answer.

"So, let's see the development of the next two days, sir. We will try our best according to protocol, although the result is still left to the Almighty, because He is the One who determines everything. We hope, Mother, not to have too many thoughts, because it can make things worse," continued the doctor again, because it did not get any response from us.

In the end me, my husband and also my mother could only nod. Thursday leave everything to the more experienced, the doctor who knows better what is best for the current condition.

After he finished giving an explanation, the doctor and his entourage who had been busy taking notes left my room. I, my husband who is still standing on the right side of my bed, and my mother who is sitting on a plastic chair on the left side of my bed. I looked at my husband's face that was sluggish.

"Well, how do we pay for the hospital? I have no health insurance. What if I have to be operated on? The position of the baby must not be right, because it is not time to go out," I told Mas Aak, after the doctor came out of my room.

Although the doctor advised that I should not think much, but still think. There are many things I worry about, regardless of my current condition. Without feeling my tears come back to drip without being held back.

"Alright, Mel. You don't have to think about that. Let us the healthy think. You focus on your health and your fetuses, yes!" Mother answered my question, before Mas Aak raised his voice.

"Yes, Deck. You don't have to think about that. Let me take care of everything" said Mas Aak in the end.

Even though my husband said so, I still doubt. Where will he get the money? Would you like to ask my father or mother-in-law? What if I owe? It will only add to the burden of the future!

I shook my head slowly, dizzy at the thought of all this. But can I be stupid? Everything is in trouble like this, because of me?

"I'm out first, Dek. Ma'am, leave Mela yes, later if there is anything, please let me know," said Mas Aak suddenly.

"Where are you going, Mas?" tanyaku.

"You're looking for info-info, you're here, yeah. Rest, let the spit get better," he replied with a faint smile. I nodded slowly.

After that, my husband left, letting me be with my mother. I don't know what Mas Aak will do. I was just trying to believe what he said to me.

During my treatment, Mas Aak seemed busy taking care of a lot of things he didn't tell me. Maybe he didn't want to make my mind grow. Just asked me to take a picture, even though my condition was terrible.

Two days of treatment did not improve my condition. My blood pressure instead of going down, it just went up, making my head feel like it was going to break. Though I've been given medicine also eat a lot of blood pressure-lowering foods.

I admit, I have a lot of thoughts, a lot of things that I fear. So it seems natural that medicine alone does not work for me. Right now I can only resign, whatever will be the doctor's decision, I will accept.

"Sir, Mom, as we all know, the condition of Ms. Mela was not supportive to continue to maintain the fetus until the age it should be. So, we still have to take out the fetus of Ms. Mela, while continuing to pray, may the mother and also the baby be safe and healthy until later yes, sir, Mom," the doctor gave us an explanation to look at my condition objectively.

Me and Mas Aak could only nod their heads.

"Good, Doc. Please do whatever is best, for the safety of my wife and my child" Mas Aak replied in a raucous voice. I know, Mas Aak must also be depressed by this situation.

"We'll do what we can, sir. Please help his prayer, hopefully everything goes well and both can survive" said the doctor again with a smile.

"Surely, Doc. I will definitely pray," replied Mas Aak steady.

"Good, Sir. But we have to tell you too, we have to get the baby out with surgery, sir. Because the current health condition of Bu Mela is not possible to give birth normally, it is feared that it will add to the pain that makes the condition worse." The doctor again gave us an explanation that had never been told before.

My fear really happened. To be honest I didn't think about my condition, all I was thinking about right now was how we would pay the hospital bills after I left. Not to mention, my baby will definitely receive treatment in a special room. It must cost a lot. My God, what can I sell to pay for all the hospital expenses later?

"Good, Doc. Do anything for the safety of my wife and child" Mas Aak replied repeating the same sentence as before.

The doctor nodded, "Okay, sir. But I apologize in advance, this I said at the beginning for the worst possibility, so that Father and Mother do not misunderstand. If after giving birth by surgery, it takes at least three years to recover the condition of Ms. Mela to be ready to conceive again, indeed longer than those who gave birth normally. So, if for example the worst possibility, this baby can not survive, Father and Mother must be patient, do not rush to get pregnant again, at least three years yes, Sir, Mom," he explained later.

Me and Mas Aak nodded in understanding, at the moment I can do nothing but continue to pray for the best for all of us. Although in my heart, I felt very guilty for my baby, she had to go through something bad like this, because I could not control my thoughts.

My tears suddenly flowed. My mind flew back everywhere. But what can I do now? It's all already happened. I rubbed my distended stomach, felt the movements of the fetus inside, making me smile sorely.

'Forgive me, son! May you survive, even though your condition is still not ripe for life outside the womb. But, I really hope, you can survive! I'm sure you're a strong boy!'