They Say, I'm a Liar

Meet Sean

That night, Ivander accompanies Qeiza in the intensive care room. The man fell asleep while sitting next to his wife's bed. Qeiza who felt sorry to see her husband sleeping in a sitting position, woke the man up.

“You need something, Honey?” ivander asked in a hoarse voice, typical of newly awakened people.

“Not Papi booked several rooms upstairs?” ask Qeiza. Ivander answered the question with a nod of his head.

“Mas stay there only. Not in here. Later Mas body hurts when sleeping while sitting like that.”

“Mas won't leave you, darling. Let Mas accompany you here. At most Mas will be a little sore tomorrow morning. After all, it is not at all comparable to the pain you are experiencing for having given birth to our son.”

Qeiza smiled gently at the expression of the husband. In her heart, she expressed gratitude for having a husband like Ivander. The man had no shortage. Handsome, rich and very loving. Although he was angry because he misunderstood the man, but, in recent months, Qeiza has always thought about his deeds. What kind of good deed would make her a perfect husband for Ivander?

“You woke up because you needed something? Going to the toilet?”

“I'm using a catheter, Mas. So my urine will flow itself into the bag. No need to go to the toilet. I dreamt Sean was crying, Mas. I want to meet my son,” whine Qeiza.

Ivander stared at the watch perched on his left hand. It's still three in the morning. The plan, the doctor will check the health of Qeiza at eight in the morning. That means it still takes five more hours for the wife to be examined and then transferred to the inpatient room.

“Baby can't be brought to this room yet, Qei. And you also cannot sit in a wheelchair to be taken out,” explained Ivander.

Qeiza exhaled heavily. I don't know why he suddenly misses the baby he just gave birth to.

“I haven't hugged him, Mas. He must have been cold at birth. I haven't been able to hold it. In fact, just look at his face, not yet,” shrewdly Qeiza.

Ivander tried to calm his wife. The man had predicted it before. Qeiza must be eager to meet the baby. If only Qeiza had no bleeding, of course the wife could have given birth with normal labor, and tonight the three of them could have gathered together in the hospital room.

But, the rice had already become porridge. Qeiza had to give birth through a caesarean section. And tonight, Sean still can't get together with himself and Qeiza.

“Darling, I took some portraits of Sean. There is even a video. You may be able to see this to reduce your longing,” Ivander said as he thrust his phone at Qeiza. Enthusiastically the woman snatched the husband's phone.

Qeiza's eyes immediately dewy. The woman could not resist the feeling of haru because she could see the face of their son, even though only through the mobile phone screen. That was enough to reduce his longing.

Qeiza continued to stare at the baby from her husband's milk phone screen. Looking at her small eyes, her tiny lips and her reddish-colored skin. The husband's cell phone.

That night, Qeiza fell asleep while hugging Ivander's cell phone.

***

After going through a series of tests and examinations, the next morning, Qeiza was transferred to the VVIP inpatient room. The woman was sitting in a wheelchair pushed by her husband. Tracing the hospital corridor, then to the elevator that led them to the third floor of the hospital.

“On this one floor, no other patients, Qei. Papi already ordered it specifically for our family,” Ivander explained. Qeiza could only shake her head. The woman did not understand what the in-laws were doing.

Renting a hospital floor? Is that not too much?

That was what Qeiza had in mind. But, that woman certainly could not resist the wishes of the in-laws. Maybe Andreas was very happy with Sean's presence in the Bratajaya clan, to make the elderly man act excessively.

Qeiza's mind drifted back as she carried out Qiana's birth labor. He didn't even go to the hospital. At that time, when his stomach was so heartburn, the husband called a midwife, so eventually Qeiza gave birth to Qiana in their bedroom.

It is very different from what he is experiencing right now. Now, she's not just giving birth in the hospital. He will get service in the VVIP inpatient room. Even the in-laws rented one floor of the hospital for him.

It means they are free to do anything here.

Some of the housekeepers who used to stay at Andreas' house, greeted and congratulated Qeiza. Qeiza really didn't feel like she was in the hospital because the people who served her were the people she used to see in her in-laws' residence.

Andreas was indeed deliberately standing in front of the door with Qiana. The elderly man wanted to welcome the son-in-law who had given himself a long-cherished grandson. Grandchild of his eldest son.

Qiana ran over to Qeiza and hugged her mother from the right side. While Andreas was standing right in front of Qeiza while holding a tiny baby.

“You want to carry Sean?” ask Andreas.

With eyes condensing, Qeiza nodded her head steadily.

“Let's just carry Sean as much after you're in bed,” Ivander said.

The man immediately slipped his hand between the folds of Qeiza's legs and carried the woman in his arms.

Like the newlyweds, Qeiza and Ivander looked at each other with a smile. The man carried Qeiza and led her to rajang, then broke her down.

Andreas immediately handed Sean into Qeiza's lap.

“Ah, Unfortunately Mama ... Finally we meet.”

Qeiza who was already covered in tears, smelled the face of her youngest son in dismay.

Sean, who seemed to realize that he was in the lap of his mother, immediately wriggled towards the woman's chest. Sean yells. The baby was crying loudly.

“Looks like he's hungry, Qei. Since birth has not been breastfed,” said Ivona.

“The word of the nurse who delivered Sean, at midnight last also Sean cried,” continued the woman.

Qeiza and Ivander were reminded of what happened last night in the intensive care room. Qeiza had a dream about Sean and suddenly felt so long for the baby she had just born. It turned out to be the inner contact between the mother and the child. When Sean cried, Qeiza felt it.

Ivander closed the curtain, and accompanied his nursing wife Sean Bratajaya.

Ivander was so amazed when Sean eagerly suckled at Qeiza. The screaming baby had calmed down on his wife's chest.

“Sean turned out like her Papa,” the gentleman. Qeiza glanced at the husband. Obviously Sean's skin and eyes were so similar to that of Qeiza. In fact, last night, Ivander himself told her that. Why did the man say something different now? Why did the husband suddenly say that their son resembled the man?

“What is similar to Mas?! Sean is very similar to me. Even more similar to Qia!” sulang Qeiza did not accept.

“Not his face. But, his behavior.”

“Conduct?” qeiza asked confusedly. Ivander nodded with a smile.

“If Mas is fussy, keep sticking in your chest, surely Mas instantly calm down. Just like Sean.”

The room was immediately boisterous. Ivander and Qeiza forgot that there were a lot of people around. Those who were there, of course, were open to hearing Ivander's words.

“Fast you first, Van!” peekik Andreas's.

“Iya, Mas. Fasting 40 days!” shout Ivona.

“Ah, so long,” Ivander said as he patted her on the forehead.