Twice Married

Fatih Tears

Fatih has been taken to the hospital. For two hours on the IGD, the woman showed no signs of consciousness. Finally with a heavy heart the doctor put it into the ICU room.

Ibra's tears continued to drip, holding Fara who was still asleep in her lap. Even though it was night, the Doctor who had been caring for Fatih, finally came to check the condition of his patients who suddenly dropped.

"High blood pressure, sir. His blood sugar is the same, which causes your wife to go into a diabetic coma."

Ibra was silent for a while, she was sure Fatih was in shock with her lying self.

"Patients with chronic kidney failure will easily absorb other diseases, so the toxins are more than pregnant women whose kidneys are healthy."

The look on Ibra's face could no longer be described now.

Saddened? Ja

Broken down? Ja

Worrying? Ja

All the bad guesses were surrounding his brain.

"Then what, Doc? Please my wife, Doc." she said with pity. He unconsciously held the doctor's fist to beg. I no longer know what to moan about now.

"I always keep it until this moment, as much and as I can." Ibra continued, her tears trickled back and down her cheeks and neck.

The doctor stared at the strong sincerity of Ibra as husband. Ibra told the Doctor that she always looked after Fatih, leaving her eyes wide open to stare at the cctv, even though she was sitting in the closed bathroom. Every five minutes, whether it is anywhere, Ibra will check the whereabouts of Fatih so that things like now never happen.

Could it be that Ibra's thinking has crossed the line of reason? Because it can give precedence to the existence of God? Of course he is not God who can keep Fatih at all times, the proof today also happened. Though he was at home, and Fatih just unconscious.

"Preferably, your wife should give birth immediately. I am afraid that the fetus that is being conceived will experience a decrease in function. During the process of Hemodialysis alone, I've been waiting for the two of you, if the patient is pregnant with the process of dialysis will interfere with the safety of the fetus, because 350-400 cc of blood is pulled out, because 350-400 cc, and can not be flowed into the body again, this must interfere with the smooth flow of blood to the fetus."

Ibra and Fatih had known from the beginning about the problem, and the doctor again reminded them of their fears demanding if it was possible that the baby would not survive after birth. But they had no choice but to raise the baby until Fatih was strong enough to conceive her.

"And I fear, this problem will not only take the life of the Father's baby, but maybe with the life of the Father's Wife, that's the worst thing I have to say, be afraid that this last effort will not bear fruit."

Ibra looked at the Doctor's face with a flat and empty gaze. Can only pronounce the asthma of God, calling the names of Mother and Father as a booster Ibra now. He turned to a transparent glass, there was the wife who was lying down with her stomach bulging. Breathing hose was used Fatih, as a tool to keep feeling oxygen. The sound of a ventilator rang loudly, making the feathers of Ibra immediately bristled with fear.

Is it true that his current existence is only to deliver Fatih to his final resting place?

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All the families were gathered in front of the operating room. Fara is seen sitting on Kak Ira's lap with a sad face, the child continues to cry calling his mother's name. It had been an hour Ibra was in the operating room to accompany Fatih who was about to give birth to their second child.

Ibra's fucked up, she can't think straight anymore. Just follow those who are experts. Ibra just wants them to survive, but if they have to choose. Ibra says.

Which husband's heart can be steadfast, when asked to choose. It was free to have two children, but the wife died, Ibra thought. Let him be considered selfish, and perhaps Fatih will hate him for a lifetime for preferring his life to that of the child. The baby was indeed his flesh blood, but it might not be his sustenance now. That's what Ibra had in mind.

"Honey let's get up, you're strong." whispered Ibra right in Fatih's earlobe. The comatose woman remained silent, and lay down while her stomach was being torn apart to remove a baby.

Ibra continued to kiss Fatih's face with tears.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Forgive me." exclaimed again.

The doctors and nurses were also sympathetic to Ibra's current state. The proof of love for the wife is clearly imprinted from the look on Ibra's face. Both of Ibra's eyes were reddened, swollen and narrowed because they held the pain to continue crying.

"Oh my God, Doc. My wife let out tears." cried Ibra back. He saw tears welling up in his wife's eyelids that were still tightly closed. Doctor Obgyn said Alhamdulillah to respond to Ibra, while continuing to concentrate on removing the baby from the stomach Fatih.

"Darling, you heard me, right?" ibra asked back, he pressed his lips right on his wife's earlobe again.

"I'm here to you" said Ibra in a hoarse voice holding back sobs. His eyes seemed like they were unable to let out any more clear water, the eyeballs were already tired.

Ibra's heart seemed to be pierced, once when Fara was born, he could not accompany Fatih while pushing Fara. Now, however, when he was allowed to accompany his wife in childbirth, why should it be in this condition? Conditions between the threshold of life or death.

"Mother, calm down." Ibra again kissed Fatih's cheek. Fatih's tears continued to pool but could not come down.

And not long after

There was a loud and loud baby voice echoing in the room. Ibra turned her head when the doctor showed her a small baby that he had saved.

"Yes, sir."

Ibra looked over and smiled happily. "Masya Allah Tabarakallah" he said gratefully. Soon their baby was handled by a pediatrician and a baby nurse on duty, to be assessed his condition.

But just as Ibra smiled with a chest full of relief because her child was born safely, her chest stiffened again when she saw the anesthesiologist and his assistant look panicked. They are seen injecting some more fluid into the hose that will drain it to Fatih's body.

"What's up, Doc? What about my wife?"

Ibra's heart again beat, like wanting to slip and fall scattered. His bead kept looking straight without a blink, staring at those who were constantly struggling to help his wife.

"Mother .." exclaimed Ibra when he no longer saw any clear liquid around Fatih's eyelids.

"Mother don't leave Dad!"

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