YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 14

A plain black-shirt man sits in a chair belonging to his friend, often staring at the screen of his phone that is not at all lit. His brain turned, thinking about his pregnant wife's condition.

"Lu better go home," suggested Naeb who looked at his friend very agitated.

"All right, I'm home."

The man shook his office friend's hand, he stepped out of his friend's house. His mind was still full of worries, but he didn't know what to do.

His body entered his car, his hand grabbed the steering wheel in front of him. He turned the key underneath, his eyes staring at the needle of the car's road speed arrow. His right leg pressed a flat object under his shoe, while his eyes stared at the glass of his car.

He checked his cell phone, glanced at it briefly but several times. He hoped someone would call him home soon, but nothing.

Now that the car has been understanding on the porch of the house, his eyes look at the door of the house that is open. His hand pushed open the door of his car, and immediately he ran into the house.

The sight that is not wearing to the Word, all destroyed because of his actions yesterday, he caught a woman in her negligent clothes. The woman was weak, her condition seemed to be on the critical threshold.

Both hands raised the pregnant woman's body, she ran small towards her car. The woman was able to make Firman feel the deepest mistake, the girl's body lying in the back seat of her car. He sat in the driver's seat, then slammed the steering wheel of his car at a rapid rate.

He stopped his car at the hospital, got out of the car, pulled the back door and lifted his wife to the hospital.

The sisters approached him with the patient's bed, the man put his wife's small body slowly.

"Father, wait here, yes" the nurse asked to stop the Word's steps.

The doctor did his job, assisted by two sisters. Word's eyes stared weakly at the object in front of him, the mistake was on him.

"Please come in, sir," said the doctor, then sauntered out with her nurse.

His feet entered his wife's nursery, clear grains falling on Firman's eyeball. His wife was lying limp, a medical hose attached to Hanum's body.

His hand grabbed his wife's fingers, "Darling, wake up."

Her tears just escaped, repeatedly kissing the back of Hanum's hand. The guilt is so great, if only it could be changed, it might never happen.

"I where?" hanum asked so quietly, he stared at the entire room.

"Darling, are you conscious?" Word stood up, his hands creeping smoothly across his wife's cheeks, "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm selfish, I don't think about you at all."

Hanum smiled warmly, "Where have you been? I need you."

Firman's tears escaped again in the bead of his eyes, he darkened his face beside his wife.

"Why, Honey? Why crying?" lirih Hanum, her hand landed on her husband's head. A gentle look was thrown at the Word, he knew what his man was feeling.

"Why didn't you say he was married?"

The Word shook his head, he did not state anything with this question. To him, this was a difficult answer to give.

Word raised his head, "I'll stay out first huh."

Hanum nodded softly accompanied by a smile on his face, the man waltzed away from the room.

Hanum exhaled slowly, the medical object stuck so much on his body, "Bagas is not mine anymore, it is not my right to meddle in his affairs."

Hanum tilted his torso on the bed, his left hand clasped between his head and the pillow. His mind was so shaken, his eyes were so empty.

"Hanum," called someone behind Hanum, he turned around to look at the owner of the voice.

"Word," he stretched out his body, "I guess who, it turns out you are."

Firman smiled sweetly, his hand carrying a pack of rice for his wife. Not long, Firman opened the rice pack and then fed Hanum.

"Is there no food in this hospital?" hanum asked, his eyes so innocent.

"I think you're gonna get tired of eating what this hospital has to offer."

Hanum opened his mouth wide for the fifth bribe, a sense of happiness implied on the man's face. Word's eyes stared gently at his wife, clear grains coming out of the Word's beautiful bead.

"Why are you crying, honey?" Hanum's hand landed on her husband's cheekbones.

Word shook his head, "No, it's just that I feel guilty."

"Don't feel wrong, I'm okay now."

Firman smiled sweetly, looking at his wife with his calm face. Since long ago, Hanum as a tranquilizer for the sadness of the Word. The man looked at his wife's bead meaningfully, his sense of guilt had not faded away.

Firman took a spoonful of rice, "Doctor said, you must be treated here first," the spoon containing rice stuck out right in Hanum's mouth, "Until giving birth later."

"What!?" Hanum's eyes were wide open, even though he felt only a mild pain.

Firman chuckled, "Why be surprised? Wouldn't that ease your birthing process."

Hanum shook his head quickly, "Listen, I don't care if I have to give birth here. But, I'm just a little sick why should I be treated until I give birth?"

"You're still stressed, your body hasn't fully recovered either."

Hanum heard an explanation from her husband only raising one corner of her lips, he could not believe that she had to be treated for so long.

"Son." An aging voice filled Hanum's nursery, he smiled shyly at the child and his daughter-in-law grew increasingly sticky.

The married couple smiled, Hanum stared fixedly at the middle-aged woman who entered his room.

"Ma, since when did you come here?" hanum asked, his eyes still attached to his mother's face.

"Word picked me up, how you doing?" His feet gently stepped, his hands ready to hug his child.

"All right, Ma. Your son is strong" said Hanum, both hands hugging his mother's body.

Firman stared at the events of romance in front of him made the man smile warmly.

The moon has changed, Hanum's pregnancy is now more mature. Already 9 months had passed, the little baby in Hanum's stomach was about to come out.

"Oh," cried Hanum, both hands squeezing the bed sheets belonging to the hospital.

The words were shocked, "Darling, what's wrong with you?" his eyes looked at his wife who was enduring the pain.

"Doc, Doctor." The Word cried out as loudly as possible, their hands tightly joined together.

The sound of a rush step, the doctor's footwear hit the floor to make there was a bang so loud.

The woman in the white coat checks Hanum's weakened state, "The father's wife will give birth."

The Word heard that the corner of her lips rose, "You will give birth," she said with excitement.

Firman just stared indifferently at Hanum, his hands stroking the belly that would be drowned, "Hurry out, dear."

After a few seconds, Hanum slightly eased. He did not feel as much pain as before, Hanum closed his eyes slowly. The curve at the corner of her lips briefly rose, her mind still imagining the joy of her husband.

Word knitted his brows, "How come you're not in pain?"

Hearing that question Hanum immediately stared intently at her husband, "You want me to be in pain again? Ha?"

The loud voice was still in the ear of the Word, he rubbed his ears many times, until the loud voice was gone.

"It's not so, dear." Word threw his ass in the corner of the couch.

"It's commonplace, sir," said the doctor, Firman knitted his eyebrows indicating dislike of this doctor's remark.

"Regularly? My wife is in pain. Straight out his son," chuckled the Word, but made the doctor laugh a little.

The doctor stepped out, bolo his eyes looked at the family of this married couple. The three middle-aged people smiled sweetly at the doctor, staring warmly and vice versa.

Abi and Ummi draw near to the Word, their happiness is second to none than the Word, "Son, have you prepared a name?"

Word just shook his head slowly, "That's not all we've prepared."

Ummi who looked seriously at Firman chuckled, "Umi has a good name for your son."

"What is that, Mi?"

"Ryan Fimansyah."

Word smiled marked he approved the name given uminya, he immediately waltzed out looking for a doctor who takes care of his wife.

"Dok," called the Word, the woman's doctor turned her back.

"When did my wife give birth?" Spontaneous questions were thrown from the Word, he felt impatient if he had to wait too long.

"Patience, Sir. It's still two open" replied the doctor calmly.

Firman rested his head, making his neck invisible, "Can't it open itself to a hundred?"

The doctor smiled amusedly, "No way, sir."

Word went into his wife's room, the doctor's answer to him made no sense. He looked at his wife who had woken up, his body recovering.

"Darling, wake up" the Word arched its smile, "Aren't you sick anymore?"

"Oh, so you want me to be in pain?"

"No, yes, right. Misunderstanding, I've been the same doctor plus again," plain Word.

"Well, why, honey?"

"How is it possible, I asked when he was born he said wait aja this is still open two, continue I said why not immediately opened a hundred. Even laughing he said he couldn't, like you."

Hanum laughed so hard, "Son, if you're born don't like your father, it's spontaneous."

The laughter of this great family filled the whole room making Firman show a red color on his cheeks.

"Aw, ouch."

Word rounded his eyes, looking at his wife now fighting back, "Oh, be patient, dear. You are strong."

Hanum clasped her husband's hand tightly, sweat sweat pouring in the temples of this future mother.

"Argh," Hanum grumbled, squeezing the Word's hands so hard that they were completely sweaty.

The doctor and his partner entered the room in a hurry, the woman wearing the white coat opened the lid covering both legs.

"Prepared," said the doctor and then told the future mother to breathe regularly.

Umi pokes Firman's waist, "Loh, Hanum wants to mingle."

"There is a new father" seduced Abi, and then embraced his wife with a beckoning smile.

"Ah, Abby. It's a situation of worry," argued Firman, his hand still stroking the head of Hanum.

"Pull a breath" the doctor's eyes looked back at the birthing process, "Dispose."

"Dok, tell me it's mulu. My wife is in pain" the Word snapped.

"Argh, sick."

"You keep on hanging on, yeah. Let's get out the fuck fast."

Hanum glanced sadistically at her husband, "Ngeden's sick, you're there who preceded, let's know how it feels?!"

"Then anyway? I have to dress like you, I'm wondering what to try?" dispute Word.

"A little more, Mom," said the Doctor, making Word jump with excitement.

"Let's dong, make it stronger to let the spit out."

The mother-to-be's eyes were round, her anger becoming so thanks to her husband, "Basic guy."

"Alhamdulillah." Gratitude-climbing all the people in the room, the eagerly anticipated little angel was already born on earth.

"The boy, sir, Mom."

"Congratulations, yes" said the nurse, then put the baby in her hand in her mother's arms.

Word raised his baby slowly, his lips echoed the adhan so melodious. The people around him were crying happily, a gift second to none.

"Hopefully, she doesn't have the same nature as you do" Hanum chirped, staring at her husband's cynicism.

"Whatever, I'm going to see the doctor for a minute, ear tests, skin-to-skin hair."

"Why?"

"Udah in teriakin, grabbed, slapped too. Later if you want to menggahirin again, I make a statue like me, a stab with a knife," explained the Word.

Hanum furrowed his forehead, "Feeling torment, nemenin wife of the lahiran?"

Firman nodded enthusiastically, "Word!" The man's eyes were round, looking at his wife turning into a lion.

"Crucible to my life."