Big Boss Wife
Chapter 168
WHIPPING
Why is there suffering that comes with happiness. Why is there a pain of loss when the pleasure of presence has not been fully grasped. Is this what is called fair? Likes and sorrows, pain and pleasure, both come together.
"Is it really that sick?" ask Brother Zayn. He wiped the tears that came out soaking my cheeks.
"We're going to go through it together, honey. You want to cry, you want to cry! But remember, there are three of our babies who need you." Brother Zayn is holding me. I don't know how many times I cried in her arms.
"Darling, my mom used to lose too. Mama knows how you feel, but you have to be strong, dear Dera." Mama Marisa rubbed my head.
"My heart is trying to be sincere, but it's so hard, brother, I haven't even seen how my son's face looks. Does he know I'm his mother? Will she be able to recognize me as her mother?"
"He knows, he knows, honey. You're her best mother, the mother she loves so much. He knows, honey. Now he's not sick anymore. All this is our destiny, now focus on recovering." Our eyes looked at each other, I also saw sadness in the eyes of Brother Zayn. "You want to carry them, right?"
It's all fate. I can't possibly fight it, all I can do is surrender and surrender. Everything has been outlined by God, and I just need to live it.
Goodbye my son, Oase Zayn Wiguna. My husband gave her the name Oase which means to be loved by God, because she had been taken first, before I could hug and kiss her. Even she left before seeing her mother, before she knew I loved her. But God loves him more.
I still have to fight to meet my son. After waking up, I had to learn to move, sleep on my side, not to eat a drink before passing wind. It feels very, very tormented.
God, when can I hug my kids. Do not take them from me again. I have enough of my son, God.
I nodded as the answer. Both corners of Brother Zayn's lips lifted, then he rubbed my wet face again.
"You know, when they cry, they look a lot like you" Zayn said.
"Yes, they are beautiful like their mother" said Mama Marisa.
"When can I carry them, Ma?"
"After you have fully recovered from the bi*us effect. So, now learn to move first," said Mama.
Tonight, Mama and Papa-in-law accompanied me at the hospital with Kak Zayn, while Mama Papaku will come again tomorrow.
"That's a hell of a pain, Ma. It hurts."
"Mommy's Zayn's normal birth, so you don't know how sick the caesarean section is, it's gonna hurt."
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After trying hard to endure the pain, I was finally able to sleep on my side. I kept trying because I couldn't sleep. Until this morning, I was able to sit down, and finally the doctor allowed me to visit my babies.
It was so happy when I finally saw my three babies.
We went in with the midwife, into the NICU room devoted to my babies. From this I know, the power of money is very influential.
My babies are so small, they weigh so much below normal. My heart is drawn to a baby boy whose care is different from the other two babies.
"He's our first child" said Zayn.
I was quite confused when my baby boy mounted tools on his body. "He why?"
"Dia—"
"Let me explain," cut Brother Zayn. He sat down in front of my wheelchair. Clasped my hand and closed my eyes.
"Why?"
"Honey, our son was born prematurely, his lungs are not fully developed. He can't be carried yet."
My world felt shattered. My baby boy, there's nothing I can carry. Wh why? Why should my babies feel it? What are my sins, God?
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...Not wrong Dera, maybe it's a prayer reader who wants you to cry cry 😂...
Good afternoon, cie cie who is crying. Sorry UPSS. Not just happy, sad is human. Hehehe.
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