The RoofTop Girl's

Exhaustion

Auroras

Entering the womb of the sixth month, he can already feel the movement of his fetus in there. Sometimes he smiled to himself, palpating his protruding belly. Yeah, she's enjoying with her pregnant. But not infrequently also, he felt fatigue at all times and cramps in the legs. Like tonight, his legs cramp again.

He grimaced with the pain alone, while trying to stroke his calf on the bed. The day has gone on at night but instead of disappearing, the pain has become more and more painful. He tried to call Fatih, but there was no word. Finally he chose to curl up, no longer on the mattress, but on the floor covered with fur carpet.

Kreeek....

He heard the sound of the door opening.

"Astaghfirullah, Roraaa... Why sleep on the floor, son." Mama Sonia walked over to him.

"Mah..?!"

"Let's go up, don't catch a cold on the floor." Mama Sonia wiped him up to lie down again on the bed.

"Rora's legs cramp ma..." Whining slowly.

"Wait here." Mama Sonia came out of the room, before long she came back again with warmed buty oil.

Slowly his feet felt warm with a baluran of oil and a slow massage from Mama Sonia on his feet.

"Look at you like this, mama so remember the first time when Fatih was pregnant. Mama was also alone while pregnant, papa was in the office for six months. Go home once." Mama Sonia said.

"The risk of having a husband whose flight hours are high, yes like that, must be strong left behind. Sometimes it hurts, it wants someone to sniff but the husband is somewhere, you must be patient."

He responded to Sonia's mother with a smile, "Abang once asked me, willing not to go with her, accepted her risky profession, she said, which requires him not to be at home for weeks even up to a full month. I was just silent at the time. Well, I'm confused as to what to answer. Married to my brother, I'm so grateful." Dry laughter.

"I'm sorry ma. Mama's son should be able to get a good girl, not a girl like me." Subject him deeply while squeezing the end of the pillow he was holding.

"Huss. A soul mate, sustenance, death has been recorded in Lauhful Mahfuz, you are the same mate Fatih, it is his destiny like that. Look, everyone must have a mistake, regardless of the magnitude of the mistake, but the lucky one is he who admits his mistake and then repents, has a privilege with God." Mama Sonia's hand turned to clutch her palm tightly and warmly.

"God prefers a sinner who is privileged to remember his sin than a worshiper who feels better than others and degrades his neighbor."

"Mamaa.. hiks." She could not hold back her tears, she had all the burdens, the tightness that was squeezing her chest through the little shoulder of Sonia's mother, the woman who had given birth to her husband.

"God will smile every time he sees his servant beristighfar."©

"So do some preaching, asking Allah for forgiveness. He is forgiving, as much as our sins, God will forgive, even if it is as much as the foam of the sea." Mama Sonia stroked her back slowly, making her cry even deeper.

"It's night, let's go to bed. Still have his leg pain?"

He shook his head slowly, then lay down with Mama Sonia lying beside him.

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It was as if a marching band was drumming on his head that morning. It feels so heavy and swirling. Usually he has not been nauseous at all since the last three months. But this morning his stomach was stirred up, and he had severe nausea. Actually it's not just this morning it's been like this, it's been almost a week, but this morning it's the worst.

Judging from the two blankets on the mattress, with the other one folded neatly, he could conclude that Mama Sonia accompanied him to sleep in this room last night. But he doesn't need to think about that now. Because he wants to vomit.

"Hoeekk...Hoekk..." Quickly he ran to the bathroom.

Oh my God, why is his head so heavy and his body so powerless like it's just been run over by a truck loaded with palm oil.

"O Allah Rora, are you sick?"

He shook his head slowly, "Just tired."

"Break up, mama get me some medicine." And he closed his eyes as Mama Sonia disappeared behind the door, then returned with wheat bread, water and medicine.

After the death of Sonia's mother, she did not really rest, she was busy surfing messages with fellow gynecologists while in Hokkaido first. Well, as a doctor, he is not insensitive to the strange symptoms that often arise into his pregnancy to six months, which he thinks not only arise from the effects of pregnancy.

Doctor Haibarra, the gynecologist advised her to send a blood sample to the oncology section, what? how-to. If it's still in Hokkaido first, this sounds easy to him. But this is in Jakarta, he doesn't know many doctors here other than papa's friends. And that's impossible, he doesn't want to involve papa, not at all.

His head was throbbing at the thought of various possibilities, well. At least he has Fatih. She would ask her husband for help to send her to the Hospital after Fatih came home later, and now she just needed to rest.

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Sonia

It was almost noon when he checked Rora's condition for the umpteenth time. The girl was still sound asleep and she could not bear to wake up, even when the sound of a cell phone sounded.

Rora's phone rang on the nightstand, but the girl was completely unperturbed. And he tried to reach the phone that was still vibrating.

Byan...

He hesitated to pick up, until the call ended and the phone stopped vibrating. He returned the phone to its original place, but soon the phone rang again, still with the same person. Maybe it was important, so he picked up the phone.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum."

"Waalikumsalam, Ra, can I see you?" The voice of a man named Byan contact was heard at the end of the phone, causing his heart to slide instantly.

"Sorry, this isn't Rora, this is her mother. Her mother-in-law. What is there need?"

Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet, he could guess whoever the man who is currently behind the phone, who was calling his son's wife was surprised.

"Ma-af aunt...I'm Byan's friend of Rora's. Is there a tan?"

"Rora's not feeling well, she's sick. If there's a need to be told, I'll pass it on to Rora."

"Oh...No-no, no tan. Sorry to interrupt, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Tut's... Tut's...

The call is interrupted, and he returns Rora's phone to the nightstand, while her brain is busy guessing what the man had to do with Rora. As far as yesterday, the father of the baby that Rora had conceived was dead, so which other man was this, O Lord Rora...

***To be continuous

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