The Thorn in the Family

Anisa Fatin Fauziah

“Please sir, the baby is in the NICU room over there”. Appoint the doctor, point his hand towards the baby's care room.

Randi with all his strength immediately ran to the NICU room that had been appointed by the Doctor. He began to change his clothes, with special clothes that had been prepared by the hospital before entering the room. Suddenly his heart was beating faster than usual. Slowly his hand opened the door handle, asking the guard to go inside.

Randi can not stem his tears, whether it is happy tears and sadness. All melted into one. There was a sense of regret for destiny, there was also guilt for the innocent baby in front of him. He looked at the face of his little daughter.

“Thank you for being born in this world, making me a father. The perfect man. Forgive me, for all the wrongs I've done to you. Hold on to stay alive. There's a great sacrifice I've made for your birth”. He fell down, his tears just flowing. Seeing the figure of a small baby who was helpless in the box, with various kinds of aids attached to his body.

His outstretched hand gently stroked the baby's head, then recited the azan on the side of his ear. “Thank you, you've been born”. Saying back.

The baby was still silent, closing his eyes tightly enough, there was no movement there. Only a sigh from his chest rose and fell. As if not responding to the presence of Randi.

“You are so beautiful, son. I'll give you the name Anisa Fatin Fauziah”. Said Randi back

“Assalamualaikum Fatin”. The answer came back, again there was no response from the baby.

“May wherever you stand, God will always bestow his affection on you. Making you a noble woman in love with many people”.

Now it was the turn of Ms. Srining, who came to see her first grandchild. It is undeniable that there is sadness that is mixed when you see the small red creature.

He was sad to see the condition of the baby is very weak. Even the potential to live is no more than fifty percent. Remembering that the baby was born not yet in time. Although his birth was very much in wait. He was also happy, finally all his hopes had been realized. She became a real grandmother. Grandchildren of his own lineage.

“Assalamualaikum Fatin”. Apply it to a red baby who just shuts his eyes.

“Are you hungry, son? This is grandma son. Grandma loves you so much, you're fine, son. Get better and let's go home. Grandma will prepare a room and buy a lot of toys for you. Survive to stay alive, accompany the remnants of granny”'s age. He smiled at the little baby, a few seconds later he was crying. Her fingers stretched out wiping away the tears that fell on her cheeks.

While Ms. Srining was still in the nursery, Randi went to see the condition of the Roses, which had been moved in the nursery. His body was still weak, even to get up to sit up he could not yet. It's just that the current Rose has been aware of the influence of drugs post-surgery.

“Mas..”. With her weak voice, she called out to Randi who went inside her room.

“How are you doing?”. Ask by sliding one chair next to the patient's bed.

“I'm much better, how's our son?”. I don't know why when you hear the name of our child, it feels like something can't be explained. Between happy and sad. Really far from the bottom of the deepest Randi was very sad. Not the Rose, the woman she wanted to be the mother of her child. If only he could ask, he wanted to live with his son at this time, but with a thousand dances.

Selfish?

Sure, but that's human nature.

“He is in the NICU, for now his condition is better than before. Are you hungry?”.

Not wanting to waste Randi's offer, Rose nodded her head. Now Randi is feeding the rose. Ms. Srining, who was about to enter the room, abandoned her intentions. He chose to sit in front, deliberately wanting to give space to his son and daughter-in-law.

*****

“Mother, when will father come home?. Why don't you come see Risma now?”. The question just slid from Risma's mouth, as she prepared to go to sleep.

Dance was silent for a while, she was trying to string the words together, explaining to the child.

“Daddy is busy son, dad works in kota”. He answered by pulling a blanket and touching Risma.

“But...but, said friends I don't have a Dad. Said the mothers who were there earlier said, Mother and Father have been speaking. What is divorced mother?”. His innocent face looked up, looked up at the face of the Mother, hoping to explain the current situation.

“Divorce it Father and Mother do not live one house dear”. That's how he explains.

“But why Bun?”.

“Later if Risma, has grown up Mother promises to explain everything. Now you go to sleep, baby. Mommy will read you” stories.

“If there is no father Randi here, can I consider Rama Risma's father?”.

“Don't dong darling, it's Om Doctor”.

The look on Risma's face shriveled, she was sad. Just now able to feel the perfect affection of a family, now must lose the affection again.

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Back to Surabaya.

It's been a week since Fatin's birth. The rose was given to go home, but not with the baby. The baby is still in the hospital. His condition has not improved. Even some time ago he had experienced criticism again. Many times the little baby was spitting out liquid from his mouth.

Randi, Mawar and Bu Srining followed Pak Nario to visit their grandchildren. It has even been made a special schedule by Bu Srining when taking turns to visit him.

The days that Ms. Srining did, were to prepare for Fatin's return. He was so eager to buy the various needs of his grandson. Buy clothes, diapers, bedong and accessories needed for babies.

Unmitigated Bu Srining, almost bought the entire contents of the store for the sake of his grandson. Ms. Srining, also prepared a special room for babies on the first floor close to the Rose room, but unfortunately the Rose, did not want to.

Roses have a special request for Fatin's nursery, he asks Fatin, occupy Risma's room only, in addition to not having to redecorate, if occupying Risma's room it will be adjacent to Randi's room.

Rose also asked to hold a thanksgiving party for Fatin's return later. Of course the request was welcomed warmly by Ms. Srining, she wanted to show everyone if she could finally take a grandchild.

Randi chose to be indifferent, he did not know what to do. Banning the Mama?, it feels like he is no longer powerful. Fighting Dance back?

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Please let the Roses be happy for some time.