Towards True Love 2

Happy Road My Son

I put the pink ring on the father-in-law. I put a prayer in the ring. "May Abi remember me and our son."

I don't understand why my stomach hurts so much today. After some hai was taken care of, I thought, I've been fine. My blood slid so hard when I got out of bed.

The dawn Adhan has just gone. It's still so dark. I can call anyone, I can only say my Robb name. My heart is shrouded in anxiety. And my tongue goes out because of sorrow. "Yes Allah ... I'm resigned. If this baby is not born you are born as my son."

Half an hour I did not move, feeling the pain and heat that surrounded my stomach and waist.

Who got me first? Art mbok asked my father-in-law to call me. The woman ran to call the whole house, a second later seeing me drenched in blood on the floor. I was unconscious already. It hurt too much and I couldn't stand it.

I don't know what happened after that. To be sure, today was the worst day of my hiup, after the day my husband lost his memory.

When I realized, my body was already lying on the sickly bed. My head feels so dizzy. Slowly I thrust my head to the right, there was a father-in-law sitting on the sofa with Rio.

I cried, this time I could not hide the pain so deep that had been hidden away.

"Thanks!" scream the father-in-law as he approached.

"Rebut, Nduk ... Speeding. Astaghfirullaha'azim ...." He's leading.

"Astaghfirullaha'azim ...."

"Steady one, Nduk," he said again and then hugged me. I thought of him as my own father.

Really ... The pain that stifled that chest I spilled in his arms.

"Indy sincere ...." Overshipped.

"Yes, Nduk."

I kept crying as much as I could in his arms. He let me cry this time. Maybe he understood how difficult this was for me.

The husband who hugged her I craved, could only stare at me blankly. I know, he's confused how to behave. We are like strangers now.

"Father will be home for a while, to take care of your son's funeral. Even if he was a child, he was still a living creature of God. Should be treated as it should." I nodded while taking off his embrace.

"Rio can be here, accompany Indy?" Rio nodded. Either because it was not good to refuse his father's request, or indeed because he could not bear to leave me.

The doctor came, handed me a tube that I could already guess what it contained. That medium-sized clear glass tube contained my fetus.

The doctor examined me, it turns out the doctor had done a kiret action because my baby can no longer be saved like last day. The post jah shock from the motor turned out to affect the fetus in my womb.

The booster drug she was given was unable to help her survive any longer. Finished checking, Rio and the father-in-law were allowed to re-enter the room.

"Father come home now yes, Nduk." The father-in-law left after the doctor left the room.

"Sir."

"Yes" he replied calmly.

"Can Indy see for a second?" What I mean is a clear glass tube that has been wrapped in white cloth held by the father-in-law.

He hesitated, but I was really pushy. With tears coming back I pleaded, "Let Indy say goodbye to her."

He nodded and opened the white cloth. Then open the tube cover and just hand it to me.

Lord I hold it with trembling hands. I cried even more. Shut up for a while, then stare at the tube again.

"Assalamualaikum, son. It's umi, sorry umi hiccups, huh?" I take a deep breath and throw it rough.

"Sorry for all the omissions umi, sorry that umi has not been able to take good care of you. But God willing, Umi will nurture you in the best prayers on earth. Goodbye, Umi prayer accompanies your path to His Jannah. Goodbye unfortunately umi. God willing, we'll get back together."

Long time I kissed the outside of that glass tube, I didn't want my tears to fall on it. I send it back to the father-in-law after it feels enough I say goodbye to my fetus.

"Goodbye, my son ...."

Empty, I feel completely empty right now. My husband is here, with me. But he's not the man who used to love me.

I can't share this pain with him. I can't complain about how I feel about him. Only to my Roobb, I ask for strength and firmness.

My eyes kept on closing, but the tears were still pouring out and I didn't know when to stop. My fingers were busy stalling the seed, and my heart kept chanting the kalimattullah.

Only then do I calm down, only by remembering God do I realize that whatever happens to me, good and bad is in His pleasure.

There is nothing wrong and to blame. Everything happens on the basis of the destiny of the All-Knowing.