The Voice of the Husband
One Day
The faithful glasses perched in the nose of his mouse that like a slide he took slowly. Put it carefully next to the laptop he turned off earlier.
Eyes rubbed a few times. Trying to eliminate the drowsiness and fatigue that approaches. He yawned, his sleepiness continued to be heavy. Even opening my eyes is hard.
All day he sat and played his laptop non-stop. Pause only for isoma. After that, he resumed his work.
Family photos he took slowly. Swiping one by one the cheerful faces that were there. Then hold it into the chest. There is a warmth flowing. A taste that manages to warm a heart that feels cold for some time.
"For the second time I've lost." she's bowed. His chest instantly tightened. The sleepiness that had just stopped was now gone.
The shadow came five years ago. Dancing in his mind nonstop.
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"Mas.." The shriek sounded smooth. Too soft and eventually gone.
The last call that will never end to be remembered. One day to be exact, after the birth of their first daughter. Naren lost his daughter's mother. Not for a while, but forever.
"Rest peacefully in heaven, dear. My Ridh is with you." Naren whispered in the ear of Fira, his wife. Then kissed Fira for the last time.
Naren. He's not strong. Tight chest. A clear thread flowed from the corner of his eye. Representing everything he felt at the time.
Words cannot come out of his lips. Feels cheesy. It was hard to accept the reality she never expected during the marriage.
"Already, Ren. Ikhlaskan." Naren's mother patted his son's shoulder which was then up and down. Sobbed.
Naren replied with a sledgehammer. Unable to be sincere. Too hard to accept.
"Remember your promise to Fira. Insulate him. Take care of your child." Naren's mother rubbed Naren's shoulder gently. Which mother does not have the heart to see her child in this situation. Fall down. It must have taken someone to get up.
In the special room of the baby, the sound of crying a baby sounds domineering. The sisters approached the box where the newborn was crying loudly. Before that, sleep well and calm.
"Cups... Cup..." Sister trying to raise a beautiful baby girl that puffed up.
"Dede padlocks don't cry yes. You thirsty huh? Yuk nuns anter to mother." The other nurse took over the baby carrier to her carrier. Pat him gently while walking out of the room.
The baby girl was still crying. It looks sad in the eyes of the nurse. Because just this time, she found the baby crying to such a whim. Understandably, the nurse is the new nurse in the hospital. About three months ago she was taking care of the babies in the hospital.
"Dede is beautiful, we've reached the mother's ward. Don't cry." Before the door opens, the nurse calms the baby in her cradle.
Everyone in the ward stared at the nurse who had just entered. Along with that, cries were heard again. This time it was harder and worse.
Naren who heard the sound of crying baby reflexes turned around. His feet immediately stepped towards the sister who was busy calming down. He took the baby girl and held her tightly.
"Let her be with her father." Naren's mother, preventing the sister from following. Hearing that, the sister nodded. He's waiting in place. Afraid needed.
Naren puts his daughter next to Fira. I hope her daughter's crying stops.
"This is mom, kid. The one who fought for you." Naren with a clear grain that is ready to slide, took the time to say. Telling her daughter that the person next to her is her mother.
"Mom... Look.." Naren said to his mother. Touched to see the scenery that made it even more crowded. If only, Fira could still open her eyes. Clutching their first daughter tightly. Giving a mother warmth to her child.
But in fact, it would just be a dream. Dirty when it comes to accepting the harsh reality. That what he wants, will not be realized.
Naren's mother held her quiet granddaughter. Take him out of the ward. Letting her daughter-in-law be taken to the mortuary.
"Sorry mom, let me just have a baby. I went to the ward." the nurse said politely. I hope Naren's mom doesn't take it personally or anything.
Naren's mother nodded. He gave his quiet grandson in the crib to the nurse. Then, she left the sister with her granddaughter.
"Dede baby strong yeah. Can't cry. Your mother has calmed down." the nurse gave formula so that the baby does not thirst after crying from now on.
Formula milk is given after obtaining permission from the family. Because it is impossible to also be given ASI. Therefore, the baby must get used to formula milk.
The funeral went well that day. It was as if nature was sad. The clouds turned into old ashes. Cloudy.
The sprinkling of wet roses became the decoration of Fira's final resting place. Naren has not left the funeral. I was busy reading the prayer there. Convolved with head down.
"It's raining soon, Ren. Let's go back to the hospital. Your son is waiting for you there." The persuasion from his in-laws made Naren want to not obey too.
He's getting out of the funeral. Give it a final kiss before it really goes away.
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Naren's Daydream is over. When the door is wide open. Appearing his young and dashing assistant, his name is Kenzo.
The tears that flowed he wiped with his thumb. The photo he put back on at the back. Then take the glasses and wear them.
"Sorry to interrupt the time, sir. I'm just here to tell you, next week you're free. So you can go to London." Kenzo told Naren. Next week, the one-week schedule is empty. Resignation of the meeting schedule was replaced next month. It is a good time to visit London after about three months of not going there.
It was also Naren's smile etched. Finally, the expected time arrives. Her loneliness will disappear already after meeting her little family.
"alright. Prepare everything as usual."
Kenzo nodded, "Good, sir."
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