Don't Call My Name
S2-Don't Be Sad Again, Plis

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Mauza was still in shock after learning that her fetus could not develop. Last night, he barely slept because he kept crying over his condition. Her heart was too fragile to face reality, if she had to lose the fetus she had so desperately hoped for all along.

Last night, Mauza collapsed and was helped by several medics at the hospital. He took it to the IGD. But once aware, Mauza immediately asked to go home because he felt more comfortable resting at home.

“Propay yes, Dear. You have to be strong, this is the wedding ordeal you have to go through. Don't despair. Your day is still long,” said Vita who always accompanied the child. The woman really could not bear to see her son who suffered so much because of the trials he received so many times.

While the others, Alma-Umar, Zara-Rayyan, as well as Andre and Zunai were just outside. Worried about disturbing Mauza's current mood.

“Boood the best. He only needs our prayers now,” Rayyan said to all his sisters.

“Your love, just happy.”

Alma immediately nudged the arm of her husband who spoke sometimes unfiltered. Even in times like this.

Perhaps others who they do not know, will consider Umar to be sneering or worse, considered to have no empathy. Actually Umar did not mean that, but it has become his style of speech like that.

At nine, they disbanded because Mauza was not to be disturbed. All returned to their respective activities while waiting for the news of Mauza next.

But until the afternoon, Mauza actually experienced abdominal pain to blood spots.

In such circumstances, Mauza still kekeh to maintain his womb because he is sure, he is just a contraction only.

Until the next day, the bleeding was even more accompanied by a thick red clot.

Not wanting anything to happen to Mauza, Sammy takes her to the hospital. Worried that his wife will lose a lot of blood or lack of fluids.

However, good luck did not side with them because at the time of re-examination of USG, the doctor declared the fetal sac no longer exists.

“It's best in curettage only, sir. More minimal risk,” dr. Farel suggested Sammy. He also explained why it should be curettage?

In fact, curettage is done to clean the remaining fetal tissue that is still left in the uterus, so that bleeding can stop.

“When is the time, Doc?” Sammy asked.

“Tonight.”

With a heavy heart, Sammy nodded. There was a drop of water coming out from the corner of his eye. All men are just any and every stubborn, will be weak in the end if faced with this kind of condition. The decision is final. The fetus will be removed.

“Good, please join the nurse to sign her consent letter.”

And the night, the curettage process was carried out.

♧♧♧

Mauza blinked her eyes as she regained consciousness from her long sleep. His head felt so swirling that he could not see clearly.

There was a sense that was very stirring and urged him to come out, until the next second, Mauza also issued a forced stomach through the mouth.

Sammy who was nearby immediately shuffled thrusting plastic to accommodate. Help massage the forehead and other limbs until Mauza feels better.

“It's an anesthetic effect, it will stop by itself,” said an approaching Sister. “I help, yes?”

After being taken to the mandu room and cleaned up, Mauza tergugu. Her crying broke and sliced. Mauza and Sammy hugged and cried together.

“He's out, Sam. My womb is empty ..”.

“Iya. Not yet our sustenance ..”

Not long ago Mauza was able to be moved to the treatment room. While Sammy brought the fetus home to be buried in the cemetery like humans in general.

Vita and Utami continued to accompany their son. Encourage him that this calamity is not the last day for both. There are still many other days for those who are more beautiful and should be welcomed with sincerity. Sure, God has a better plan.

“Crying, Son. You can cry as much as you.” Vita let Mauza wet her chest.

“Dah, don't be sad. My bini word if the curettage will be cepet dapet again. I doain two at a time!” Umar gave him spirit in his own way.

“Thanks, Mar.” Sammy smiled.

“Omong-by the way, I want to give you a gift for Mauza, Mar,”, said Sammy while they were on their way.

“Love, girls love to be given gifts.”

“Yes, I think I'm less sensitive to the person. I almost never give her gifts or romantic things. Surely if you get a gift from me, he will be happy,” said Sammy again, aiming for Mauza to be entertained again. He misses his silliness, his noisy mouth, his cherry, all about Mauza that Sammy hasn't seen in two days.

“But roughly what's the item, Mar?” sammy asked for an opinion.

Umar was silent for a moment to think. And before long, the idea flashed through his mind as he looked at the flower shop opposite them.

“That's it, Sam!” show Umar asking Sammy to stop.

“Oh yes, that great idea, Mar. I'm down, yeah!”

“Do not take long,” reply Umar.

Sammy came down to cross the street because he parked his car in front of the store. Because the florist does not have a large parking lot.

“Please, Mas. Want to buy flowers for what event?” ask the seller who is the female gender.

“Buy one premium hand buoquet Mba. Flowers white rose.”

“Oke, wait a minute, yes. Please sit!”

Sammy waited there for a few minutes while noting his message on the greeting card. The plan, he will slip in the middle of the flower arrangement. Until finally, the order was completed.

Sammy passed from there after paying, while calling, “Still, Mba!”

“Sama-sama, Mas!”

But when he crossed. A sedan drove at high speed and directly hit Sammy's body, before he could completely dodge it.

BRAKK!

A flower bulb he had just obtained floated high, crashing and scattered on the dry asphalt.

Umar shouted and got out of the car when the collision occurred. Well, Sammy was lying on the side of the road with terrible conditions. Blood poured from his nose, head and other parts. Eyes open. He groaned as he felt a tremendous pain in his left leg. Could his leg be broken?

Because he can't move it anymore.

(Sammy greeting card)

To Mauza, my chubby:

“Mauza, don't be sad again, yes. I know it's hard for us, especially for you, his mother.

“But, Za .. there is one thing you should know. The saddest thing here is me. Because you might just feel like you're losing 'he.

“Where am I?

“I even lost two things at once. Our son and your happiness. But look, I can still smile, right? ;-)

“So, you have to stay strong like me, yeah! Promise won't cry anymore, okay? Smile, plis .. love you.”

Seriate.

Up a minute, yeah. God willing tomorrow again. There are obstacles again.