The Substitute

Big secret

That morning, Ozan accompanied Ameera on a leisurely stroll in the back garden of the house. Because his legs swell, so he often exercise lightly in the morning on foot. Even Ameera also often take yoga classes specifically for pregnant women.

"You're getting bigger, huh? Funny to know." Ozan said as he rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Yes. His clothes are all narrow." said Ameera.

Lately if at home he wears a shirt belonging to Ozan, because it is not comfortable with all his clothes that feel cramped.

"Buy the sack to fit your room, haha."

Unable to accept being told to wear a sack, Ameera hit Ozan's arm hard.

"Auuwh's sick tofu, yank..."

"Thankiratin. Long time can not be the unity of my five fingers" he said, pursing his lips, then speeding his way left Ozan.

Ozan smirked his smile, feeling Ameera was becoming more adorable. He soon followed Ameera's footsteps.

"Why not buy maternity clothes?"

"I'm lazy to go..."

"Can be online shop, yank. No need to leave the house if you are lazy."

"Again" he answered briefly.

"Oo yes, Yank... Today you have a check-up schedule for the doctor, right?" ask Ozan.

"Mas accompany me, yes." pinta Ameera.

"Yes, yank. When did I let you go alone?"

"Nggk never, hehe.. but go home to the ice cream shop, can you?"

"May, but not much." Ozan glanced at his watch, already showing it at 07:30. "Come on, yank.. breakfast first, continue to the hospital." he asked later.

***

At a mother and child hospital, Ameera who was checking her womb had to be anxious after doctors suggested delivery by caesarean section.

The factors of his young age and twin pregnancies are the reason doctors recommend him to undergo surgery.

"I don't want an operation, Mom, I'm scared!" ameera told Ozan. They were sitting in the doctor's office.

"Yank..it's too risky if you give birth normally." Ozan tries to calm down the frightened Ameera.

"In surgery it must hurt, right? there are many injections, right? My stomach will be split between them" he said, pointing to the woman's doctor.

"In a split?" muttered Ozan, he then glanced at the doctor while smiling bitterly at Ameera's words, which sounded like he wanted to say that the doctor was a creepy creature, "Dok, sorry ya.." Ozan told the doctor. He persuaded Ameera. "No pain yank, in the operation, you will be anesthetized later. So it won't feel. Isn't that right, Doc?"

"Yes.. later will be injected epidural. So it won't feel." said the doctor.

"Epidural injection? What kind of thing is that again?" ameera's voice began to tremble.

"The epidural shot." suddenly Ozan hung up his words. I was thinking about what sentence would be best to explain it so that Ameera would not get more scared. And, the idea of lies in his brain. "Ah... Like when you were injected in your left arm at that time, do not feel right?" ozan said as he blinked his eyes at the doctor.

The doctor, who was aware of the situation, chose not to explain to Ameera what epidural anesthesia was. If the woman knew what epidural injections were and the process was, she might scream in fear.

"It will hurt more if you have a normal delivery" said the doctor who began to understand the situation. He realized Ameera was very afraid of syringes and operating rooms.

"Come, Mas.we go home." whispered Ameera. His face even looked pale so scared.

Ozan gave her mineral water, while gently stroking her hair. Trying to convince her that a cesarean section is not what Ameera had in mind. How her innocent brain thought the doctor would tear her stomach apart sadistically.

"So when can my wife have her surgery, Doc?" ask Ozan.

"Now the gestational age has entered 30 weeks, so it is better to do surgery in the next 7 weeks, at 37 weeks of pregnancy" said the doctor.

"All right, Doc."

"Take diet and remember, don't stress" said the doctor, writing a prescription for Ameera.

They went home after making up for some prescription drugs for Ameera. On the way home, Ameera was silent. Thinking about the operating room made her feel quite stressed. He did not even hear Ozan who had called him several times.

"Little."

"From that moment I was silent, I called to not listen. What are you thinking?" ask Ozan while driving.

"Not thinking anything."

"Yank. tomorrow my mom goes here. You know that, right?"

"Yes, my mom called me." said Ameera.

"Are you thinking about your surgery schedule?"

Ameera replied with a nod.

"Don't think too much. The doctor said you should not stress. Ask your mom later, you also had a caesarean section" he said while stroking Ameera's hair.

Not long after, they had reached home after previously stopping by the ice cream shop.

***

In Istanbul, Turkey...

After hearing about everything that happened to Ozan, Ameera and Rangga, Zarima never calmed down. Every day his mind just wants to go back to Indonesia. In fact, he had to argue several times with the husband who did not allow him to go to Indonesia alone. Just like tonight. They were arguing in the middle of dinner.

"I don't want to know, Mom. I will go to Indonesia soon. I want to accompany the kids. Pity they are only two" said Zarima in flames.

"Zar.I still have a lot of work, two weeks to go. After all, Ozan and Ameera do not live alone." Hasan said.

The middle-aged man already had no words to face his wife who to him was so stubborn.

"Mas, Ameera is pregnant. They have no experience with pregnant women. I don't want Ameera eating carelessly, carelessly, let alone the date of birth of our grandchildren getting closer." Zarima still kekeh want to return to Indonesia as soon as possible.

Hasan frowned, like he was thinking. Take a glass of water to refresh his troubled mind, because the wife did not stop talking.

"It is not the age of the content of Ameera just 7 months more, yes... There's still time, right. I have to finish my job first." Hasan said.

"Then I'll go first. You can leave later when the office is done. Please, Mas. I beg you. Ameera is pregnant with twins. It should be extra on guard."

"Zar, relax. Didn't Ozan say that Ms. Yani was with them?" ask Hasan.

Ozan did ask Bu Yani to replace Mr. Diman who had retired a few weeks ago. So now Bu Yani lives there with Ozan and Ameera.

However, it was not Zarima Duvenci his name if he gave up. He still kekeh want to go to Indonesia first, so inevitably Hasan relented.

"Alright, Zar. You leave first." said Hasan later. He could not argue with the Turkish woman.

Suddenly Zarima's face became gloomy as he remembered something. Even his eyes were glazed now. Hasan who saw him immediately thrust a tissue.

"What's up, Zar...?" ask Hasan.

Zarima looked up, trying to hold back his tears from spilling. However, the clear liquid still glides freely.

"I'm thinking about Ameera, Mas..." Zarima wiped his tears with a tissue. "The poor boy had to lose everything in his teenage years. In fact, we forced her to marry Ozan. And now, she has to be a mother at 19. The age she should have enjoyed like a child her age."

"Yes. I know. It's not easy for Ameera. But that's the only way to protect her" Hasan said.

"I just can't imagine if he knows the truth about her. The big secret we've been keeping tight. Can he take it all?"

"Don't let him know, Zar. We made a promise to the late Rudi and Ratna. Ameera will not know the secret until fate opens her. We just need to make sure Ameera is happy with Ozan."

"If Deniz were still around, he would have taken care of Ameera" Zarima said, sobbing.

Suddenly Zarima remembered a name that they had never mentioned for a long time. The name they have always remembered in their hearts.

"Zar. He's quiet in there." Hasan patted Zarima on the shoulder slowly, "Also Ozan took good care of Ameera."

Zarima tried to master his feelings, then wiped away the rest of his tears.

"I'll go shopping tomorrow morning. I have to buy a lot of gifts for Ameera" Zarima said later.

***