The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 28

Bian chose to be silent when he saw the doctor nod, hinting that Bian did not reply to Amara's words, just to hear and accommodate the overflow of Amara's emotions.

So, the two men let Amara cry until she was tired. After Amara was quite relieved, her grip on Bian's back was slightly loose. Then her husband wiped Amara's tears with some tissue.

"I'm sorry" Amara told the doctor after breathing in many times. "I'm laughing at emotions."

"It's okay, ma'am," said the doctor wisely. "Not everyone can cry. Thankful that you can put it all out in a cry."

"I have one question" Amara told the doctor after thinking hard as she cried. "How ... what should I do to eliminate or reduce my fear as a future parent of my child?"

The doctor smiled and raised an eyebrow at Bian at a glance.

"She's your wife, Mr Fabian?"

"Yes." Yeah." Bian smiled as he put his arm around Amara's shoulder. "My wife."

"Good." The doctor smiled with satisfaction, as if he would be more free to give tips that he would explain to the married couple in front of him.

The doctor scanned and confirmed Amara's condition a little calmer, then murmured, "The answer I want to give to Mr Fabian's wife's question, may also apply to both of you. It doesn't matter if you've had ten years of married life with your previous wife, but you're both new parents now. Indeed, how long and how much experience in the household can not be a benchmark for legowo in caring for our children …."

The old man's doctor leaned in and removed the glasses, then kept them on the table. Feel the need to be more relaxed when conversing with a partner in front of him.

"Look, my answer," continued the doctor with a relaxed tone, hoping Bian and Amara could be as calm as he was in bringing up the answer to Amara's question.

"Over this time, we have been tricked by God just passing by," the doctor began to tell a story. "Surely Allah says this, Miss Amara .. 'Titip, yes, I want to create My being through your belly, so that the child may be nourished by his mother', so God created the love entrusted into the heart of Amara's mother, and this is not every Mother entrusted with the affections of God."

"Don't every mother who gives birth certainly have affection for her child?" amara asked her impassioned earnestness about how much affection she had for Biandra.

"Hmm, this ... is there a mother who gives birth to her child continuously thrown into the trash? Isn't there?" When Amara nodded, the doctor added, "Well, that's one small proof that God let you through but God doesn't support you with the affection that's placed on your heart. Even those who had a crush on the WC all flushed, were injected into the WC. Is there? Wrapped in newspaper, swarmed with flies, or thrown in the river. It means God didn't take it away."

"When Allah wills her child to be great and mature, she is blessed with love by Allah. Maybe a mother does not feel because God does not speak 'please, yes, ma'am .. This is my creature, and this affection also please be given to the child'. Well, that's why this parent, well .. given affection, actually the mother or father himself has no intention to make children, right?"

The doctor smiled faintly, trying to create a more comfortable atmosphere for the two people before continuing, "Honestly, the mother never asked the husband, 'Mom, make children, yuk?' Don't you?"

Amara smiled shyly, then held on to Bian's hand which had been holding her since.

"So, Mom, sir, we weren't meant to make children, were we? But have fun yourself. Because we want to pursue one delicacy, delicacy of sexual intercourse .. copulation. You can feel ejaculation, and your wife has an orgasm. Why does God leave a child who will be at great risk, the cost of giving birth to his bedongangn, nyebokin, such a large cost, so that you have his urup, God loves great pleasure, so that, so that there is never a woman who feels kapok give birth …"

"Aren't you giving birth?" the doctor continued with a small laugh, and Amara and Bian also chuckled. "Uh, tired, sick, ... Anointing is, yes, the pain of giving birth with a very comfortable orgasm. Well, because of the love, then automatically the mother felt his enormous love for her son, and his attention …"

"So, especially Ms. Amara," continued the doctor with a calm serious tone. "A mother, from the beginning we must realize that this is not ours. This is God's care. This exit is a result of. So, our job is limited to neebokin, nyusuin, bergebedongin, nedidik, bergebansai, nyunatin until we kawinkan, already. Then we say, 'O Allah, my work is done.' So, we start to feel worried, start to gamang, and fear it, because we feel it has …"

"My parents' disappointment understood" the doctor smiled as he added, "How come parents are disappointed in their child when the child is not up to our expectations. Really no? Moreover, to deny the kindness of the parents I told you about. So, anything when we feel we have, and our love for what we have is too excessive, then our fear is more excessive. That's all the problem. Really no?"

"Yes." Yeah." Amara nodded, beginning to understand.

"So, Mother Amara, let's draw the conclusion. How's tips?" The doctor confirmed the extent of Amara's understanding. When Amara seemed hesitant to answer, the doctor added, "Now try to think again, 'This is not my son. This is God's creation, my stomach is just being put through, in return for the consequences of."

"Then we parents must be aware, too" continued the doctor. "That our labor is one, please .. lest the future be disappointed, try to be premature from the beginning, we raise the child just to carry out the mandate of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. And don't expect to get anything in return from our children. When we expect a reward, we will surely be disappointed …"

"... Disappointment of parents to their children, this is amazing. Wh why? Because I feel good." The doctor breathed slowly. "Therefore, I have heard of the calamity 'watch out for evil from the one whom you have been good to'. Why be wary? Because the pain will be incredible. When our children are hurting us, don't they?"

"sick."

"Why?" When Amara and Bian could not answer, the doctor again asked, "If the one who opposes us is someone else's child, does it hurt? It hurts too, but it won't hurt much. We can ignore it by saying 'have it, no business, done.' But if that hurt him our son …"

"When this is said" the doctor began to describe. "Our sholeh daughter came with her boyfriend wearing earrings, wearing torn pants, hair was like a color macem-macem gulali, then she introduced, 'Ma, this is my girlfriend'. What's your comment about?"

"Well, when the child insists, it is not impossible that a mother will utter this sentence, 'if you insist, please choose the street guy, or choose the mother'." The doctor smiled again. "His husband was already in love, so the mother's son said, 'Sorry mother, I prefer him, I go'. Approximately, if it happens to the mother, what is the first reaction of the mother?"

"Fainting, maybe," said Amara skeptically. "I can't afford to imagine that suddenly I'm not the one my son takes precedence over."

"Loved, Mom?"

"Of course, all mothers will be disappointed."

"Well, when you do good, be prepared to be disappointed. In order not to be disappointed, try to learn from the beginning, when you do good, instill this in the heart, just one, 'Just to please God alone'. So, when the person gives a wound or forgets to thank you, you have no business, because from the beginning everything you try is only for your Lord."

"But it's not easy" Amara said in a murmur.

"First, try to let go of the feeling or attitude of feeling too 'having it'. If we do good, try to inculcate that we only do for God'. And then in the end, sometimes the one who prays for us is not our child either. Someone else" the doctor explained. "I'm the same, Mom. Perhaps what I pray for is not the eight children that my wife and I have raised. In fact, my children may never even pray for me. It could be the mother who prayed for me, did not rule out the possibility, right?"

Amara nodded as her tangled logic slowly decomposed.

"There's something worse than that, ma'am. In fact, not a few when his parents died, instead of preparing a shroud, digging a burrow, bathing a body that was stiffened, leading the talqin, the child was actually pontang-panting throw at each other's children, the other, who will be responsible for the financing of his parents? Ever wiggled at a sight like that, Mom?"

Amara felt devastated when it occurred to her three brothers, who actually left her father at the age that should have enjoyed her old age.

Given how much of Mr. Amara's affection for him, he was sure his father also treated his three brothers like that.

So, what does Amara get now? Amara's heart aches considering that she herself has not stopped disappointing her parents. Overflow the bitterness, worry, fear, and all Amara's confusion about the future of Biandra.

In the end, Amara realized, she was not the determinant of her daughter's destiny, no matter how hard she tried to be the best for her newborn child.

"Even before death not a few children forget their parents," murmured Amara bitterly, realizing he was one of the seedlings harvester injured in his parents.

"true." The doctor smiled broadly. "So, from today on, plant this in your heart, 'O Allah, this is Your creature. You leave it to me, I'll take care of it as best I can. And I never asked anyone for anything in return. Only to You— Iyyaka na'budu wa iyyaka nasta'in."

"So, you're a patient of Doctor Cheppy?" ask Amara when they just got in the car. "Your rich patrons have met quite often."

"Yes, the last few months. Eat it I directly maksa you to consult with him."

"Oh, I'll ask you to bring me the results of the Medical— test"

Amara's speech was interrupted and she held her breath when Bian suddenly leaned over to put on his seatbelt, then the man sat back up straight behind the steering wheel and started the car.

"Don't be so nervous, Ra," teased Bian with a small smile while focusing on the rearview mirror as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. "Everyone's own husband is rich."

"Not nervous" muttered Amara. "But surprised, if you want to do something."

"What do you want to do?" Again Bian chuckled as he maneuvered the gears and the car sped away from the hospital. "You're hugged? Kissed it? Being fondly? Or delon—"

"What the hell is that? A new person just menggahirin already discussed like that?!" hatch Amara with blushing cheeks. "By the way, Om ... first why should you consult the doctor? Like me too?"

Bian's breath was a little heavy, as if reluctant to tell Amara— given that everything was related to their past, and Bian was worried that it would further add to Amara's long list of thoughts.

"Omm?" amara asked when Bian still did not answer.

"Yes, why?" Bian tried to shift the subject. "You want to stop by first to buy—"

"The answer used to be my question," urged Amara to force you a little. "You're forcing me to tell you everything about me. You yourself don't want to tell me about you why you went to see a mental doctor?"