Wedding Story's

Forty-Two (Fight Alone)

From dawn, I had mules mules. But I still take it easy. I can still pray kayak usually and prepare breakfast with the help of bi surti, who help at home mommy.

Speaking of bi surti, I became reminded of the same mbak mirna that was cut suddenly by my mother. Ma'am Mirna in love with a holiday permit but his salary still goes, until the time can not be ascertained. So kangen mbak mirna who always so temen I eat at dawn. But bi surti is also not less good, just because bi surti is already much older than me, so I was a little awkward to chat, but still chat really, because bi surti also connect again if I invite stories while cooking in the kitchen kayak gini.

" Aww sshhh" Ringisku was small, because I was like a strainer

" Why neng?" Tanya bi surti panicked while approaching me who was busy chopping vegetables.

I can no longer say the word. Because the pain is not mentioned. Do I want to give a fuck?

Cold sweat had filled me.Bi surti who was increasingly panicked ran out of the kitchen looking for mama, heard from her screams looking for mama in all rooms of the house.

" Geez, why kid?" Ask mommy excited when she entered the kitchen approached me who was holding tight near the table.

"Bi, ready the bag that has been ready in rere. We're going to the hospital now. You must have been the time" said Mama

I shook my head. Actually, my mom wanted me to go to the hospital from yesterday, because the doctor's estimate was his schedule. But I don't want to. I want to wait for fadil, who until now has no news, from our last meeting in the room. That was almost 2 weeks ago

" Rere wants to wait for fadil ma.." Overshipped. I still refuse my mother's invitation

" Don't be stubborn. You don't need to ngarepin a jerk like him" wrath mom

" But ma, mas fad-"

" Now we go to the hospital. Fadil will never come. Do not torture yourself and also your prospective child" continued the mama firmly. My mom walked me out of the room, I didn't know what else to do. My fear all this time will finally happen, giving birth to myself, struggling between life and death without a husband accompanying us in the seconds of our little whiz presence .

Along the way I kept making fun of calling him brother fadil. Mules in my stomach hurt a lot, but it hurts more to give birth without fadil. Why did he lie again.

" Sh maa..Mas fadil where the hell hiks"

Mama Daritadi did not speak. But I could see my mama's eyes were glassy. As a mother and wife, my mother knows how I feel now.

" Patience, son, you can definitely get through this"

I still continue to shed tears, tear from my stomach, or pain from the absence of the father of the child I am fighting for now .

I still wish my fadil brother would hear my heart's voice constantly calling out his name, and be present with me in labor, although it's a little impossible

I was taken to the delivery room. I chose a normal delivery. Although the doctor said it was quite dangerous considering I was too young to give birth, but I still wanted to be normal, and the doctor allowed me to. The reason I want a simple normal step anyway, I want to understand how the struggle of mother first when menggahirin me to the world.

" we'll wait a minute, the opening is not perfect" said the doctor

" Maa.rere is not strong" I'm so weak. My clothes are wet with sweat, if squeezed there may be a glass. wash my clothes now.

" You can't talk about it. You must be strong, for her sake" said Mama as she continued to gently rub my stomach. But there's no fear at all. The pain is getting longer and more unbearable.

I continue to pray in the heart of my labor is smooth, even without the presence of my brother fadil. I will fight so that my son can see this beautiful world.

" The opening is perfect. Sus, get everything ready"

oeeek oeeekk

The sound of a loud baby cry filled this room, making me breathe a sigh of relief. It turns out this is the struggle of a mother in giving birth to her child. The pain disappeared instantly alternated with happiness when hearing the sound of crying baby who was waiting for his presence all this time.

" The baby is a boy, very handsome" said the nurse handed the baby boy I had taken for 9 months where to me. She was cleaned by her sister and handed over to me.

I cry looking sad at my son. This little fadil brother must be born without a father, even kak fadil does not exist to just persecute his son.

" The son of a handsome mother.welcome to the world of children" Lirihku, happy mixed sad mixed into one.

" Re, give it to papa first, son. Let it be in azani" said Mama who made me smile softly. My son has a father but like he does not have, until his opa is the one who had to pardon him once born

I gave my son to my mother with a heart, I was still very awkward holding a baby

My view did not come off even when papa was raping his grandson to the end. At least I should be happy to have in-laws who love me so much and accept me and my son with such sincerity.

" Have you got a name for this handsome granddaughter of mama re?" Ask mama who is still carrying her grandson's gemes

I smiled nodding "Muhammad Fayyadh Hulaifh" The name we had discussed together with brother fadil. More precisely that's a recitation of the name of kak fadil. Because the name is good and the meaning is also good, I agreed to the name for our son.

" Good name.The call is fayyadh ya re" said the enthusiastic mama. I'm nodding. As you wish. Muhammad Fayyadh Hualaif, called Fayyadh. I gave that name to our proud boy. I hope you get home soon. Meet me with our son.

"Pa.." Call me to Papa

" Why re" Papa responded quickly

I hesitated. Actually I was afraid to ask papa this. But I can't do it anymore for not just "Papa don't know where the fadil is?"

Papa looked at me inside. He drew his breath deep in "Now focus is the same your son used to re"

I wept. Why would papa want to separate me from his son. I don't know if the problem is over or not. Mama, papa never told me about his progress at all. I'm sure your mommy must know everything. What papa can't do. Even if he wanted to, papa could find the whereabouts of fadil's brother right now.

" It's sad my son's fate ma.. So orphaned since still in the womb"

" Uh!!" Mama snapped at me

I smiled blandly. I know my mom is angry because I call my son an orphan "Iya ma. mas fadil just don't know where. Maybe he died "

Mama's crying" You're curiously re, say mama's son died. Fadil's alive"

I'm silent not flinching.If I'm still alive where the body is. It is better to be considered dead, rather than still wishing he was alive but it will only be a wound, because hoping for him to return seems to be a waste

" Uda ma. Don't emotion. Rere is also again sad ma" said papa calming mom

Mama is still trying to hold back her tears. I was still tearfully looking at my little baby in my arms.