Am I Different?
(S3) Flaws
Ranti's mother walked over while wiping away the tears that kept flowing down her cheeks. Although such a right he always listened, but it is undeniable if it is very painful to hear it all. Arriving at home, Ms. Ranti was quite hard when she opened the door and closed it tightly again.
Brak!!
Door slammed.
"What's my fault, O God. Why are you testing me like this." Ranti's mother leaned her body against the door, but slowly dropped her body in a restless position. It felt as if a knife hurt in his heart violently.
"I'm not obeying you? I always try everything. I strive and try in any way to get offspring. But why, you don't allow us to take care of your custody? Are we that bad, so it is not appropriate to educate my children in the future" muttered Bu Ranti with tears.
Without realizing it, Mother Ranti denounced the power of God. He does not know what the Almighty is planning. Envy, the insults that make him less grateful for this life.
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Such a life lasted nine years. Her husband was only able to strengthen his wife without complaining about what was not destined for them.
"Dad, are you going to leave me? Nine years we were together, but you couldn't give us what you wanted. They say, I am barren. I'm not a perfect woman because I can't have children. I'd love to, if you leave me." Ms. Ranti was sitting alone with her husband at night in the living room.
"What the hell, Mom? There's no reason for me to leave you. If it's a child, we can adopt. We're going to the parlour, yeah, tomorrow," take her husband.
Ranti's mother just shook her head and shed tears. He did not know anymore, like what he had to do. doctor's treatment, therapy and even drinking herbs as anyone said he did. Similarly to her husband, she did the same for the sake of his wife. They are both figures of people who strengthen each other with all the shortcomings they have. They remind each other, the desire to have children has always been a ghost in his life. They took the time to the orphanage to support them, even though they wanted to see the sincere smiles of the children.
Somehow, that night Miss Ranti was not as usual. He who was always excited when invited to go to the orphanage, that night he cheekily refused it by shaking his head.
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Early in the morning greeting, Miss Ranti moved from her seat. He set foot toward the window, to open the curtain that covered it. Eyes staring far away, a comfortable expanse of scenery was unable to calm his troubled heart.
"Mother" said her husband, who had woken up from his sleep.
Miss Ranti turned her head, forcing a smile to greet her back. Her husband understood the smile, then walked over.
"Why, baby? This morning, I did not work. We're going to the parlor, yuk. Give a little of our happiness to her," said her husband.
"Happiness? What'sthat?" ask Ranti's mother.
"Many things are the source of our happiness. You, the best partner of my life, my greatest formidable partner. The treasures we have, the patience we keep are some of our happiness. Don't forget to be grateful, yuk. What we have, is one that people want," said Ms Ranti's husband.
"Same with those there. What they have is what I want now. We can find treasure, we can feel patience, what about children? In what way do we have it?" hardik.
"We must keep working for it, ma'am. All this time, we've been working on it. Patient, yes," her husband said whenever Ms. Ranti was sad.
Ms. Ranti turned back to look out the window. The laughter of the children who had come out to play, made his heart even more sliced.
"What's impatient, all this time? Nine years so their scolding is out there. Their words always hurt my heart." Sobs spilled again that morning.
"Why, should those who are the benchmark to be patient with you? As long as in your heart, always keep their words and even cause envy, then also your gratitude decreases. Rest assured, we will have it even if not now. Make their talk a motivation for your life, not a place of envy for you. We will never feel all the favors, if your heart is still filled with the slightest envy. Try, starting this morning give your life to the Almighty and always try. I don't know when it's the result, the most important thing is that we never stop trying" her husband advised.
Suddenly, Ms. Ranti's stomach felt nauseous. She ran to the bathroom and her husband followed behind her.
"Mom, why?" ask husband.
"No idea, Dad. From yesterday it was like this every morning. Nausea, the dizziness I feel. Maybe catch a cold, later ask for help kerokin, yes," said Bu Ranti.
"We'll go to the doctor then. Come on, get ready first, we'll go to the doctor," her husband asked.
"Yes, Dad. I cook first, yes," said Bu Ranti as she set foot to leave the room.
"Not cooking, Mom. We'll buy it later, you take a break. Get ready, we go to the doctor now" asked her husband again.
Ms. Ranti nodded her head and immediately got ready to take a shower to go to the doctor. After that, they went to the doctor's house early in the morning. At their place, the doctor practices every morning in his own home, before they leave for work at the hospital.
"Still nauseous?" ask husband.
"It's light, Dad," he replied.
Long enough to wait, finally their queue number was called. The doctor also did an examination.
"Have you tried a pregnancy test?" ask doctor.
Ms. Ranti simply looked up, then shook her head.
"Okay, then let's test first" said the doctor.
After that, wait a few minutes and finally the results come out.
"Bu Ranti, what has she been feeling lately?" ask doctor.
"Nausea and dizziness, doc," replied Bu Ranti with a puzzled look on her face.
"Congratulations, yes. Ranti's mother is pregnant, please take good care of her, yes. Good luck," said the doctor.
The confused look on her face was still revealed by Ranti's mother.
"Why, Mom?" ask the doctor again.
"Sorry Doc, before. I still menstruate last month, even though only brownish spots only. But what's a sign of pregnancy?" ask Miss Ranti.
"Hayd? For how many days? Okay, we're using now, yeah. Let's know the cause. If the beginning of pregnancy may be some people also experience it if only within one to two days in the first month of pregnancy. But, more clearly we do the examination, yes," said the doctor.
The doctor did an examination. The fetal sac is clearly visible, even if the fetus is not yet formed. A feeling of happiness spread in the heart of Bu Ranti, because the nine years she dreamed of finally achieved. However, happiness is still stuck because of the blood spots.
"Where, Doc?" mama asked with anxious feelings.
The doctor took care of the ultrasound, then sat back down at his desk. So did Bu Ranti and her husband.
"It's still normal, ma'am. Mother's content is healthy and safe. This is called implantation bleeding. The discharge of blood spots early in pregnancy is actually quite common and usually only in a short period of time, which is about one to two days. This condition called implantation bleeding occurs when the fertilized egg attaches to the uterine wall. In contrast to bleeding during menstruation that is quite a lot, the amount of implantation bleeding is usually little and often only in the form of blood spots or brownish patches." The doctor explained at length to them.
"Lali, what should my wife do, Doc?" ask Ranti's mother's husband.
"For a while, you should reduce strenuous activities if you can avoid this. Delay the husband and wife relationship first, yes. Do not stress too, later can also affect pregnancy. In the first trimester it is quite vulnerable, please take care of it well" the doctor said.
"Alhamdulillah, Fine, Doc. I will take good care of her," said Bu Ranti with a smile on her lips.
The doctor wrote a prescription to support Bu Ranti's pregnancy to stay healthy. The feeling of happiness is matchless when you hear it all.
"Mom, this is the fruit of your patience and effort. Take good care of him, don't listen to anyone else's babble. Poor your future son." Her husband tried to advise.
"Good, Dad. Thank you, for supporting me with your patience as well," said Ms. Ranti.
After that, they went back on their motorbikes to get home. Neighbors looked at them with an uncomfortable look and smiled cynically, even of course their gossip spewed.
"Come, Mom," said Bu Ranti to the mothers who were gathered at the vegetable maker.
Some people grinned and looked at them until they passed which caused curiosity in their minds.
"Where is that from, Ranti? Early in the morning, it's been neat and groomed and riding a motorbike," mummified the mothers.
"Allah, the barren at best is therapy again. Mandul ya remain barren, want diobatin until europe was still barren, ma'am," another cecar.
Such words are always thrown at them, without thinking of the feelings of others. I don't know what underlies them, so many years still like to discuss the same thing every day.