A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 29

"Sir!" reprimanded the nurse when she saw that I was silent.

I nodded in surprise, then smiled stiffly at him. "Sorry Sus," I said.

"You're happy, congratulations sir. There are three obstetricians here, you can fill them here" he asked me.

"Is there a Sus Doctor?" my many.

Not want to distinguish gender, but I want to make Hulya comfortable, afraid that later I will choose wrong, can the length of the business.

"There is Sir, Doctor Setya," the nurse replied, I nodded and said to Setya.

"It just so happens that today there is a schedule of Doctor Setya's practice, we can go to the gynecologist now, sir," he bargained again.

I nodded in agreement, "well, I registered first in poly yes sir," after saying that the nurse had passed from Hulya's place in care.

I sat pensively staring at Hulya's body. Are you really pregnant? I can't deny there's happiness, but also fear, no matter what.

I hope it's just my anxiety.

When he woke up from his sleep, he asked for water. Perhaps due to a lot of vomiting and also dehydration he felt thirsty.

Mineral water in a bottle of six hundred milliseconds in his throat until it runs out is not left.

"Alhamdulillah" he said after the drink ran out.

"Doctor said why Mas?" tanyanya.

I hesitated to tell him. Afraid she'll get upset if she finds out she's pregnant and rampaging around here.

"Mas!" he rebuked me when I was silent not to answer him.

"Sorry Yes, later you also know, after all you have to meet with a specialist doctor first," I explained ambiguously.

"Doctor specialist? Do I have a serious illness?" his eyes are already glazed.

"That's all, I just don't know if this is good or bad news for you" I replied, again reluctant to explain in more detail.

"What's up, Mom? Please don't scare me," he said.

As I was about to open my voice, suddenly a nurse approached us in a wheelchair.

"Come Bu Hulya, wait for Doctor Setya!" the nurse told me.

"I why nurse?" ask Hulya curious.

The nurse looked at me confused, perhaps surprised that I had not told my wife.

"Later mother also know, be patient, ma'am," she replied gently.

"What the hell is going on, you're scaring me to know!" he suddenly sobbed, maybe he was depressed out of curiosity.

"You're calm, yes, you're healthy, nothing," I replied gently trying to calm her down.

"But you two are suspicious!" said choked.

We then stopped at a room that had a polystyrene nameplate in addition to the name of the Doctor who practices there.

"Why did we come here?" hulya asked nervously, she turned her head towards me, her body trembling slightly.

"Come on Ma!" said one of the nurses who opened the door for us. The nurse, who had been with us, pushed Hulya's wheelchair back inside.

"Good day, Mother Hulya yes," said Doctor Setya while looking at Hulya's file.

"Dok Jiang," I replied, because Hulya did not say a word.

"When is the first day of her last period?" asked the middle-aged Doctor with a warm smile.

Hulya did not answer but instead sobbed, she covered her face with both hands.

"Why Hulya Ma'am?" ask Doctor Setya who panicked to see the state of Hulya.

Hulya then opened her face, still with a sob she said, "are I pregnant Doc?" tanyakanya.

This is what I'm afraid of, she won't accept the fetus and I don't know what's going to happen next.

O Allah, strengthen the servant, may Hulya not ask to abort this innocent fetus.

"The prediction is like that, more clearly then we will do USG yes," replied the Doctor patiently.

"This is the first child's pregnancy?" The doctor looked at me.

"Yes Doc" I replied stiffly. Doctor Setya was busy recording every answer I gave.

"Have you had a miscarriage?" continued.

"Emmm ... All right, sorry sir, please help his wife get into bed yes," asked Dr. Hulya.

I also carry Hulya's body, this is the first time I touched her body again after we decided to separate the bed.

He's snuggling in my sling. Still sobbing.

After I threw it down, the nurse swiftly covered her and raised Hulya's uniform up.

Since I never saw his body again, my reflexes lowered my gaze.

"That's the pregnancy bag, sir," said Doctor Setya made me look up at the screen that was above my head.

Doctor Setya stared at the screen on his own desk.

There's a little circle in black, maybe that's what the doctor meant. If I were to calculate the time span we were in contact with, I guess Hulya is already about three months pregnant.

But it turns out that the shape is still a small circle like that. Is it possible that a three-month fetus is indeed that big, my mind.

"The content is about five weeks —"

My world seemed to collapse when the Doctor said the age of Hulya's womb.

My ears were ringing, and I even had to hold the table in front of me in shock.

I didn't hear what Doctor Setya said next.

With a dazed thought, I stood up. I was about to escape from there.

It hurts so much, my heart hurts too much. I didn't expect Hulya to hurt me this cruel.

"Sir! Sir!" a nurse called out to me when I realized I was already in the doorway.

"Where are you going? The doctor hasn't finished explaining, yet" he continued.

I turned to look at all of them, especially Hulya who could only cover her face again. I knew she must be crying again.

Right now I want to scream loudly in his face, asking who the father of the baby is.

To whom he gave his body for plural.

"I'll excuse you Doc" I said at last.

I don't care if they say I'm a cruel and heartless husband, I don't care.

Without feeling I ran, ran out of the hospital, ran aimlessly, tears melted away the heartache I felt.

Wh why? Why am I so fucked up? Is it because I love Hulya? Is it because my pride was trampled by him?

I don't know, but this pain is beyond anything I've ever experienced. I wanted to scream but I couldn't.

Before long my steps were getting swallowed up and I collapsed on the sidewalk of the road.

My breath was puffing, I didn't even know where it was.

Everything I left behind, Hulya, the car is just a painful memory that I don't want out of my mind.

The field in front of me made me continue to move closer to him.

Arriving in the middle, I screamed as loud as possible, letting out all the tightness in my heart.

"WHY HULYA! WHY!" my macu.

I then fell down, there were no tears, I only let out a few tears while running earlier because I really could not bear the pain.

My phone rang, I ignored it, I didn't want to talk to anyone.

The ringing only paused for a moment and then continued again, as if shouting for me to lift it.

I reluctantly took the phone out of my pocket. The name of Mas Zhafran is there.

I clutched this phone tightly while closing my eyes.

Worrying about the heart. Shall I tell his sister's situation right now?

Then how will they respond?

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Tbc