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Cannot Be Maintained

 

27.

Rahma arrived at her house at night.  But when he had just arrived, he felt something rushing down from his birth canal accompanied by a tremendous abdominal pain. Contact the baby sitter who found it so immediately panicked and contacted Rahma's in-laws.

“This must be Rahma exhausted,” Kusuma said from across. From his voice, he sounded sad and disappointed after knowing what had just happened. But they soon understood that all could happen if God had willed it.

“It seems so, Sir,” The Baby Sitter responded.

“Actually we already banned him from going there yesterday—but we can't replace him either, we're old. Already often keder everywhere, let alone abroad different languages.” Singapore is indeed opposite to Malaysia, should the language is still Malay. But if in urban areas, certainly not many who use that language anymore, because most of them, they actually use the international language.

“What is Rahma doing now?”

“Still stomach pain, Sir. His blood is more, he said.”

“Yes, already, you do not follow panic. Please help calm Rahma too, we get there soon.”

“Good, Sir.”

Thirty minutes later, Rahma's two in-laws arrived. Rahma was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital hoping that baby Rahma could still be helped. But unfortunately, when checked with USG Trans-V, the shape looks no longer intact.

“This is common in young pregnancies, maybe the factor is due to fatigue or stress,” said the doctor to Rahma's mother-in-law who accompanied her into the examination room. Rahma who was lying at that time could only shed tears.

‘I never expected him to be present in our lives. But I also would not be willing if she left, moreover, when my husband had already accepted her completely. But maybe this is the best destiny path so that we can still unite without the shadow of the past again.’

Thus Rahma could be sincere because she believes, her son will be happier there. For there is the greatest fear in his heart if this child lives, and suffers when he knows that he is different. Rahma is not good at telling the truth.

“Means can't be maintained anymore huh, Doc?”

The doctor just nodded.

“When I would love to have another grandson,” he sounded disappointed. “This is also good news for my son who is sick again, so that his treatment is more enthusiastic after hearing his wife is pregnant again. But yes, it is then, I do not do anything either.”

The doctor smiled, “Mother Rahma can still get pregnant again two or three months after her uterus is ready again. Usually fast if the miscarriage runs out, really, Bu.”

Rahma's mother-in-law nodded. The doctor again explained that Rahma will be in curettage soon tonight.

“But can not be too much activity and lift heavy weights first, yes, Mom, ma'am,” replied the doctor after Rahma's mother-in-law asked what can and should not be done after Rahma finished undergoing the action.

“Everyone's condition is different. But usually the blood will dry out in about one to two weeks. Not too long ago. Later the medicine will try to drink regularly and control again next week to ensure the condition of the uterus. Hopefully it will be clean.”

“Good, Doc.”

The two went out and returned to the ward after the examination. Rahma just cracked down on curettage at midnight. Only the mother-in-law was on guard because her husband had to go home, because both of her grandchildren only lived with baby sitters.

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Rahma blinked to adjust the light of the room. The head that still feels swirling makes him nauseous for several times to stain the hospital clothes he wears. Perhaps due to the anesthetic effect, he also felt a body that was so shivering that his teeth were grinding. There was an unbearable pain at the bottom, but it was nothing compared to the sense of loss that was pervading him.

Before he was conscious, he had a dream of seeing two girls waving their hands. One is big and one is small. She did not know what the dream meant, but Rahma thought—they were her children later that she would meet there. The two babies she once gave birth to from different fathers.

“Suster!” call Rahma on the isak. If there people would be happy to come out with their babies, but she herself came out with the loss of her baby.

‘Ya Allah .. forgive me..’ her inner self with a body that vibrates violently. ‘This time alone, I beg you.. don't make me lose again...’.

Shortly after, a man in a hospital uniform came over. “Mother is aware?” ask him while checking the connected infusion on Rahma's left hand. “What is felt now?”

“Pusing...” replied Rahma.

“Yes, that's an anesthetic effect, ma'am. If it's strong, I help you get into the bathroom, yes. Carried urinate first, later if there are complaints, let me convey to the doctor.”

Rahma nodded. He walked slowly into the bathroom as ordered by the nurse. And it turns out that the condition can be declared safe.

“Okay, we immediately move to the nursery then,” continued the sister brought him back to meet with the mother-in-law who had been waiting for him there—until finally, noon approached, the next day, he was also allowed to go home.

After paying for the administration and taking the drugs, the two went down. Because she was still weak, Rahma was advised to keep a wheelchair pushed by her in-laws.

“Already, no need to be sad, later if you have recovered, you make a lot of grandchildren for Mother,” said Mother trying to entertain.

“Iya, Ma...” replied Rahma smiled.

But by chance, Rahma and her in-laws met Yudha's family in the lobby. Vita is in a wheelchair pushed by her husband, while Umi Ros, holding their newborn granddaughter. So with Abah, Dara and the others were bothered to bring luggage.

“Loh, Mbak Rahma?” vita said as soon as she saw it. “Mbak Rahma is sick?”

“Iya, this is us being hit by a disaster,” because Rahma silenced, finally her mother who answered Vita's question.

“Mu-musibah what?” vita said stuttered. Seeing him so worried.

“Rahma has miscarried..,” she replied slowly.

“Innalillahi Wa Inna Ilaihi Rajiun,” says all at once.

Yudha directly diverted another matter for the sake of keeping Rahma feeling, “Rio news how, Bu?”

‘Why can Yudha know?’ rahma wonders.

“Rahma yesterday just got there and thank God, he said he has started to undergo a series of checks. God willing, a biopsy will be done today. Please help pray yes, everyone.”

“Hopefully the operation will be smooth yes, Ma'am,” Umi Ros said. Followed by others by saying the word aamiin together.

“Thank you for your prayers and help, yes, Yudha, Vita, Mr. Haikal, Umi Ros, Alif, Dara, hopefully your kindness will be a great reward.”

Everyone said amen. In contrast to Rahma who actually lowered her head and held her breath full of regret. She understood that it was Yudha and Vitalah who helped her husband. Helped his medical expenses by sending him to a Singapore hospital. It is fitting that she is like a stranger to the face of the companion who accompanies her husband there.

Oh, my God, how shameful is Rahma right now. His face immediately flushed. Some of her tears also fell. The two people he hated so much, even to the point of disgust from his mouth—kini even helped his family without strings attached.

‘Why don't you guys hate me?’

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Seriate.

Don't forget the tombile pitcher, let the rejeknya more banak, ehee️