An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>My Cry When Carrying Baby
The feeling of my heart that was upset due to thinking of the woman who claimed to be my wife, now long and more days makes my head feel dizzy feeling broken, which unceasingly the shadow of his face always filled the mind. I don't know what to do with myself anymore, because I've tried many times to remember it, but in vain can't at all.
"Ah, aaaa .. aaah, praang!" The glass in the room I hit because of frustration.
Anger had approached, as his face was always dancing in my head.
"Oh Allah .. O my Lord, what shall I do to that woman? If she really is my wife give me back my memory, and if she is no one then keep her away from me. If your destiny does not match us, put the beauty of his face out of my sight. And this self is very begging to keep away as far as his name is heard in my ear, because really for this upset feeling I can no longer hold, and it always feels very unsettled when I hear his name," Prayer in the heart is restless and upset.
I don't know why my heart seemed touched and curious about the figure named Ana, but unfortunately I really don't remember it anymore.
Dert .. drzzzzt, my gawa suddenly went off.
"Who the hell! Disturb people, "I'm not happy.
[Hallo, Assalamualaikum]
[Guardiansalam]
[Adit, you sneak over here?]
[What the hell, ma? You seem to be feeling restless]
[You should come to the hospital first]
[What the hell, ma! Also go to the hospital. Who is sick?]
[Your ailing father, because he passed out in the company]
[What?]
[Certainly it? Mom didn't lie, did she?]
[Son Adit, why do mama lie]
[Okay .. okay, as soon as Adit's gonna slide over there]
A strange feeling now began to approach me, cook papa this morning to meet me with a healthy body fit and fine, but now mama says sick?.
"Is dad really sick?" disbelief enveloped me.
It feels strange and there is something strange, but for my sake and do not want any problems with parents, I have to come even though there will be lies.
The key on the nightstand. I turned the car on immediately when it was parked under the apartment. The gas will come soon. Mama's panic is quite disturbing.
After a few minutes on the way, now finally arrived at the hospital you mean.
[Hi, Ma. How's papa doing?In which room was my father treated?]
[You just come to room no. 21 on the left corner]
[Alright I'm coming, and now I'm walking towards it]
[Okay, mom wait]
Netra focus on searching. Far enough to go too. One by one I watched. There was no mom around the room, so I still hadn't seen her.
The move was hasty to the inpatient room referred to mama.
"What a strange thing why am I walking in the mother and daughter's room?" my grunts in my heart, as I passed through space by space, there were mothers holding their babies.
Until finally the clothes that are often used and I have known his figure look too.
"Ma?" call me from a distance, in a hurry.
"Adit, Here ... here!" call Mama to wave her hand.
"Where's papa? How's he doing? What pain is he in now?" I flocked out of curiosity.
"Papa's fine. Now you go in there, and don't ask much more" he said.
The body was forced. Once hesitated and astonished, but lost his attitude that requires me to enter.
"What?" Dismay me.
I was surprised because my mother told me to go into the delivery room. No time to read the writings on the door due to panic over the state of parents. But now it is clear there is a word of childbirth.
"What does this mean, Ma? Adit really doesn't understand and fails to understand?" show me to the room he told me to.
We were still arguing at the door.
"Well, you don't have to ask too many questions, the most important thing is that you just go in" he urged.
The face is confused. Why and what to do in this room. No relatives need me to come in here.
Without a fight I began to walk to enter the delivery room, the heart was still so doubtful whether my actions were right, because the suspicion was increasing, when father Ana was standing with the mother earlier.
"Well, will I meet you,. Ana! Aah, no .. no, hopefully it won't be possible." The mind is hovering over the strangeness of mama's actions.
Ceklek, the delivery door is now open.
"Aaahhh, awww .. awww," The voice of a woman groaning like pain.
"Mr here ... Mister? call the midwife.
"You must be his father! Come on, sneak over here. Help his wife to go through the delivery easily," the midwife doctor is now approaching me.
"It-iii-tu .. that, Bu--!" My voice was held back when the doctor had pulled me to follow him.
"Mr here, help his wife! He really needs your help and support" said the midwife.
"But doc!" I said tangent by stroking my nape.
"Not to worry. This is normal for couples who have just had children. Must be confused and not know what to do. We'll give you directions, and you'll have to do it" the doctor already understood my nervous self.
"All right, Doc."
I could only put on a puzzled expression, not knowing what else to do when I wanted to help Ana, with her face grimacing with pain. Seeing his face there was a sigh of pity. I want to do something and help, but I can only pay attention.
"New opening four, so wait and be patient first for his mother. And you help his wife to stay calm, during the birth process later," the doctor told us both.
"Heeem," I replied, who could only be silent, unable to speak.
"What are you here for, Mom!" Ana's weak voice was already filled with sweat.
The sweat is as big as a seed. Wanted to help wipe but he didn't seem to like my presence.
"I don't mean anything, just .. just, makk-!."
"aaaa. Allahu akbar .. aaahhh," Ana's voice repeatedly called Allah's asthma, while enduring the pain.
"Father please teach his wife now, how to take and exhale" the doctor ordered.
"But, Doc. I'm .. I'm not lukewarm!" My voice choked.
Not yet had time to continue talking, the situation seemed to have panicked when Ana was not ceaselessly complaining and screaming in pain.
"Aaa .. aww," Ana's voice continued to groan in pain.
"Let's teach his wife, let her be more comfortable and can endure the pain a little," the midwife orders again.
"Well .. good, Doc," I replied, who was nervous too.
"Here listen to me now! Take a deep breath, okay!" my orders were already tightly grasping his hand.
"Heeehuuh," Ana tried to inhale.
He also obeyed at my command. The midwife's maid is already standing to the left right. The midwife was standing at Ana's feet.
"Good .. good ... keep .. keep going, and now breathe out slowly huuffffffff," My commandment is to practice it too.
"Huuuf .. huffff," Ana's voice exhaled properly.
"Good .. good, sir. Teach his wife constantly so," praise bu midwife telling.
Not long after, the sound of crying babies finally echoed loudly in the delivery room.
After a struggle, finally the anticipated baby is now out to see this world.
"Alhamdulillah, congratulations to the father and mother, it turns out the baby is a girl" the doctor said.
"Alhamdullilah," I said in thanksgiving.
Finally after almost half an hour in tension to help Ana deliver, finally the sweet little baby has now been carried. Somehow it does not feel like tears suddenly are now dripping down in the body of this sacred baby. My heart was so touched to see him, whose face was so much like mine.
Now I was so lost when I saw Ana, how much she was so struggling, to work hard and try so hard to give birth to this tiny baby.
"Oh Allah am I really wrong to abandon them both? What am I supposed to do now? In the meantime I still don't remember Ana at all," my sad cry that still holds this sweet and cute little princess.
"How's Adit?" asked Mama who suddenly entered with Mr. Ana.
"Thank God be good, Ma! And the baby is a girl" I told them.
"How's it going?" ask Mama to worry.
"Thank God he's good too. I told him to rest, because he seemed to have run out of energy earlier, and was now sleeping" I explained.
"Have you tried him?" ask Father.
"Do you have to, sir?" my question is not to understand.
"Yes Adit, every baby born he should be punished, and as a sign that he is already a Muslim," explained the father.
"Alright, Sir!" my answer.
At the advice of father Ana, now this little princess has been squared in her ear, and it feels like tears are ceaselessly dripping, so it feels really unstoppable again melt.
In the moments when the verses of the Adhan were laid on the baby's ear, Ana's mother and father smiled deeply at my actions.