Always Gonna Be You
28. Wings - Broken Wings

Although her pregnancy has entered the middle of the second trimester, but sometimes she still often feels nauseous and wants to vomit. Although it is not as good as the first trimester yesterday.

Like the early morning of today, when he had to wake up because he felt very nauseous and wanted to vomit, but instead was surprised by the murmuring sound of Rendra who was receiving a phone on the side of the room window, located a little far from their bed.

Until he finished spewing all the contents of the stomach, Rendra did not see him in the bathroom as usual. Still talking on the phone with a frown.

He even had to go to the pantry to pry ginger and then flush with hot water and drink it, solely to reduce nausea. But once back in the room, Rendra still spoke on the phone.

Curiously, he approached Rendra who was sitting on the sofa, then stroked the sturdy arm slowly. "Why?"

"Papa anfal" said Rendra with a flat face after hanging up the phone. "Now critical in the ICU."

It was the most shocking sentence he had heard so early. Papa who some time ago still looks fresh fit and wet in the living room, now treated in the ICU? He did not even dare to imagine any possibility.

"I came home on the first plane" Rendra said, stroking his cheek.

"I'm coming along."

"No. The mood is chaotic there. I don't want you."

"But...."

The sentence was cut because Rendra Keburu grabbed and then kissed her stomach that had grown bigger, "Well same Mami here, baby, Papi nengok grandpa first."

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An unexpected reaction they manage to get when Rendra kisses her stomach deeply.

"Oh, is your stomach moving?" Rendra looked at her stomach and her eyes alternated in amazement.

He smiled as he stroked the side where his stomach looked like it was being punched from the inside.

"Eh, again?!" Rendra was more amazed to see the shape of his stomach mlenyok here and there because of the movement from the inside. Yes, this is week 21, it is time for the twins to move actively here.

"They know it's on the same side" he said, smiling, as he touched each side of his stomach, then the kick would lead to the place where he touched it. Similarly, when he moves to touch the other side, the kick will also move. Like communicating through response. Amazingly.

"Wow!" rendra's eyes glared with pleasure. "Hi buddy," Rendra brought her mouth back to her stomach. "Are you there?"

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Four kicks at once became the answer to Rendra's question. Who then kissed her stomach softly. "Papi loves you so muchhh. It's fine here with Mami huh. Papi nengokin Grandpa first."

Three days later, Rendra returned home with a tired face, "Papa has moved to the treatment room."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Weekend I'll be there again."

He nodded in understanding.

"What's dear?" Rendra smiled as she stroked her stomach.

He smiled and said, "As long as you go, you don't vomit anymore."

"Yes?" rendra's eyes widened with pleasure. "Well, this is just a whiz Papi," while kissing his stomach deeply.

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This time three kicks at once seemed to be a welcoming ceremony for Rendra's return home.

But not yet the weekend, a shocking phone ring came in the morning blind, becoming an irrefutable signal, "Critical father, enter the ICU again" Rendra said while packing.

"I'm coming along."

"No, you're dis...."

"Did you?"

He immediately contacted dr. Mazaya to consult, "Actually the second trimester is the safest time to get on a plane. As long as you're healthy, you don't need to use a doctor's letter."

"But every airline's policy is different. As long haul flight is still no tolerance."

"But since it's a twin pregnancy, I'd better write you a cover letter."

"Later there, take the time to control to the nearest obgyn, here I make the introduction as well."

Not until five minutes, the notification on his phone vibrated, telling if the certificate and introduction from dr. Mazaya has been in his email.

On their first flight, they left for Balikpapan. From the airport go straight to the hospital where Papa was treated.

He was immediately stunned to see so many hoses and wires attached to Papa's body. Complete with roaring tool sounds, and regular sounds coming from the monitor. Making the atmosphere feel more gripping at once sad.

"We're going to the hotel, so you can rest" Rendra smiled, but she knew - despite the recent improvement in Rendra and Papa's relationship - the scene was presented in the ICU room, enough to make a Rendra's heart hit.

Once he got to the hotel, Rendra went straight to the hospital again. With a line of messages, "Key the door."

"Never open the door unless I tell you to."

"Let's call you later if the hotel guys send you dinner."

"You sleep first, don't wait for me."

"If there's anything directly call me."

"Say the same our twins if Papi has a little business, play around tomorrow again."

But what happened was that Rendra first called him midnight in a soft voice almost inaudible, "He's gone."

"Tomorrow morning Rakai will take you to the hotel. I gotta take care of some things here."

And according to Rakai, Rendra was the last person to accompany Papa in the ICU room. Just whisper and lead the last sentence when the sakaratul death. Even bathe and pacify Papa's body in the hospital's corpse distribution.

Rendra did not cry, but the gloomy face throughout the funeral service has explained everything. The love of a child for a father is real. A love that may never be said. Love that comes too late. Love is wrapped in the wounds of sadness and anger in the past.

One by one the people who attended the funeral started to leave. Wives, children and grandchildren, friends, relatives. Leaving behind a straight back wrapped in a clean white shirt that is still stuck on top of the navel, is the son who was lost, Rendra.

"Would you like to go back to the hotel? Let me take it," said Rakai, who was still at the funeral.

He shook his head, "Wait for Brother."

Rakai nodded, then joined Rendra and Bang Leo above the still wet navel.

I do not know how long it takes to wait for Rendra, who until now still sits stuck on top of the navel. But the sun turned orange and began to sink in the western horizon, making him forced to stand up to Rendra. After praying kindness for the late Papa, he stroked the bowed back and said, "We go home?"

Rendra did not say anything along the way to the hotel, even went straight into the bathroom and stayed there for a long time. Once out, immediately hit him who was sitting on the sofa gave the last news for Papah Mamah who could only fly tomorrow morning to act.

He also grabbed Rendra while caressing, trying to drain the warmth that is expected to be able to ward off sadness. Because one eagle's wing has been broken. Leave another wing that is trying hard to stay able to fly high in space.

Rendra asked him to stay for the next few days. Take care of all the things that need to be done. Although he never involved himself. He was practically just waiting in a hotel room. Counting only twice Rendra invited him out, that is when he met the best obstetrician who was here.

"Good, healthy, all normal," said dr. Restu while doing USG checks on him. "The placenta is good, the amniotic is plenty, the fetus is also healthy."

"No complaints, right?" ask dr. Restu.

"No Doc" he answered confidently.

"So it's safe for Doc to make another flight?" it was Rendra's turn to ask.

"When did it fly?"

"Maybe two or three days ahead."

"If the conditions are still the same as they are now, it is safe. Unless you have complaints like swollen legs or a tight stomach, it's a sign of contractions."

"Originally maintained nutritional intake yes ma'am, flying for one to two hours is still safe."

And when he invited him to meet Papah Mamah who had arrived at the Darmastawa family home to express his condolences.

Papah Mamah did not even have time to stay, three in the afternoon had returned to the airport to fly to Jogja, and returned to Purwokerto.

Beyond those two occasions he practically stayed in the hotel. Waiting for Rendra who always comes home late at night with a tired face. I don't know what's done until it's this serious. And as he grew tired of waiting, Rendra said, "Tomorrow we'll go home."

"Anger's business is finished?"

But Rendra did not answer. Later he found out from a pile of fax paper scattered on Rendra's desk, which was, if some members of the Darmastawa family have officially reported Rendra on charges of falsifying wills and fraud and embezzlement of the property of the late Andi Rahmat Darmastawa. One of the things that Rendra had worried about when Papa insisted on giving it all.

And as usual as always, Rendra never discussed it with him at all. Rendra even tried to smile and laugh every time they were together. But the departure of Rendra almost three times a week to Balikpapan to then go home with a tired face, making him unable to hold back.

"When to go back to Balikpapan again?" the question was when Rendra was massaging his swollen legs and began to often ache at the beginning of the third quarter.

Rendra just shrugged his shoulders in a lazy style, preferring to mix unscented massage oil and lavender essential oils, then rubbed gently on his ankles.

"If there is a problem, do not soak yourself," he continued looking at Rendra who was concentrating on massaging his legs with gentle movements.

"Oiya forgot, yesterday there was a voucher delivery from her salon Darrel. Prenatal maternity care is. Forgetting to miss at the office. Tomorrow I bring ya," Rendra said as he kept his head down, doing a gentle upward massaging motion.

"Don't ngeles," he began to be annoyed by the appearance of Rendra's self-defense style when pressed, ngeles kayak bajay.

"When do you want to be delivered? No college tomorrow? I think it's good to get treatment, so you can time it," Rendra continued to massage the legs without looking at it.

"So you don't think I'm worth a discussion?!" his voice began to rise.

Rendra was still pretending to be busy massaging, not answering.

"Certainly what is the use of the position as a wife, if not invited to chat about the problems that are again faced by the husband himself?"

"Who is talking to you to find a solution? Other guy? Another girl?"

Rendra looked at him while trying to smile, "You're more than worthy of being a chattermate."

"Why do you keep quiet?!"

"You don't have to think about it" Rendra looked down to massage her legs. "Just take care of yourself, take care of your health, for your children. That's it, that's all."

"Keep the problem Brother?"

"I can fixed it," Rendra smiled as he continued to look down. Makes her laugh.

"Why laugh?" this time his discordant laughter managed to make Rendra look at him.

"Abang tuh former player who can not lie," he sibir upset. Now it's Rendra's turn to chuckle.

"Okay..ok...can you help me?" Rendra looked at him seriously.

"About?"

"Love me space and nothing else" Rendra still looked at him solemnly. "Because all have been taken care of by Papa's lawyer. And this is not about us at all. I don't want us to be fighting because things don't matter like this."

"No matter what?!" it just inflamed. "Official report to Reskrim Abang says it doesn't matter?!"

"I already want to enter the third trimester, already want to give birth, continue to have problems like this, said not important?!" he's growling.

"I want to give birth to my brother. I don't want it until my son is born just can't see Brother! I'm ng...."

"Ssh," Rendra frowned. "Too much sweetie...."

"Too much?! You think I'm lebay? Da? You think I'm overreacting?!" I don't know why his emotions suddenly turned explosive.

"Dear, isn't it the same with me? Love is not the same as me?! Until my wish to be cemented when the birth is considered lebay?!" in a split second he felt he had turned into another childish and annoying person. His eyes had even started to glaze over.

Rendra looked at him in disbelief as well as hardened his jaw to hold back the upset. Complete with shiny eyes that he is very familiar with. "Why go everywhere?"

"I'm okay and I'm fine. There's nothing you need to worry about me," Rendra still stared at him sharply with a sigh. "It's not what you imagined. Just take easy."

"And I'm asking you not to stalk my desk anymore. It's a private area."

Rendra's last sentence successfully made his eyes run down the river and then sobbed, but forced himself to say, "I'm Brother's wife, not a stalker like odd girls who like to chat random to Brother!"

"What?!" now Rendra looked at him with a face full of anger that could not be hidden. Then he sighed and peed annoyed.

"I cape," Rendra kept his feet slowly up on the sofa, then stood up and left.

"And I'm not stalking!" growling while breathing in between sobbing and emotion. "That's paper strewn across the table. Without having to be meticulous one-on-one already can read what it contains!"

"Other times if you don't want others to read in a private area, finish the table, don't mess!"

But Rendra did not budge, preferring to take pillows and blankets. "You really need time to make it yourself" Rendra said as he opened the door. "Tonight I slept outside."

As soon as Rendra came out of the room, he immediately threw a sofa pillow full of frustration towards the door that had been tightly closed. Then cry out.

And this morning Rendra didn't greet him when they met at the dinner table for breakfast. Rendra even replied with one short flat-pitched word, "Yes," or "No," when Mba Suko asked many questions.

He who is still upset becomes more upset. And chose to launch a silent movement when finally Rendra asked in the flatest voice, "Why do you want to go alone?"

He pretended not to listen, even fun to chat trivial things that are not at all important with Mba Suko. And while Rendra was still standing waiting for an answer, he had walked out to the car to then slide away regardless of Rendra calling his name.

What the fuck! Frankly he is traumatized by past events where Rendra does not want to be frank about the problems that befall then suddenly boom! A bomb explodes between the two of them, destroying everything.

And now, after all this time, Rendra is back with the old habit of not being forthright? He breathed a sigh of annoyance, truly the definition of no one can change anyone else, even with the bonds of marriage. If he persisted, it would only end in disappointment and anger, just like he was now.

And today he had to go through with frustration all day as well as a crush of guilt, because he had behaved badly towards Rendra. Especially during the break, came a special lunch for him.

Rendra.: 'Eat a lot ya.'

Rendra: 'I love you.'

But ego and prestige more powerful over the self, which managed to make him ignore chat messages from Rendra. Even when the afternoon is approaching, Rendra again asked through chat,

Rendra.: 'No lecture?'

Rendra.: 'If not, we go.'

Again unnoticed. Prefer silent a thousand languages and go to campus to attend lectures. But the profit cannot be achieved, the poor cannot be denied. Because the pile of discomfort actually makes the focus of his mind disturbed. Until when he was going to the toilet, did not see any puddles near the sink, as a result making him unable to maintain body balance, and eventually fell slipping.