Dream Crack
RM203´S. Drop and peptic ulcer
"Astaghfiullah! Ghifar!" I gasped, looking at Ghifar who was holding something in front of my chest.
"Shut up! Be quiet! There's your baby. Molor you keep, your husband screeching you don't know." Ghifar looked at the focus towards my chest that was covered in cloth.
"This is my baby?" I hugged the tiny body that perched on my chest.
Her crying sounded. Her little fingers came out from the blanket that covered her body. I can only see her hair that looks not much, but kriwil. Though there is no derivative of Ghifar, but he is kriwil. Not a kriwil either, but a little wavy. However, because it is still a baby, it looks kriwil.
Puk, pukkom....
That tiny hand, patting my chest over and over.
Subhanallah, so this is the little creature that woke me from my nightmare. Thank you, son. Thank you for picking up Biyung, before being ushered aboard using so many wheelbarrow there.
"Right, right, Mah? Feeling I'm the way to go to gini wake up Canda." Ghifar looked to his left.
I followed his direction.
My heart felt like it had a loud jolt, seeing my husband lying on a luxurious single bed beside my gurney. An infusion hose was attached to the back of his hand, coupled with an infusion bag hanging beside his bed.
"Mas Givan.." call me with unstoppable tears.
"Hold your son, you cendol! Must be covered, don't let him get cold." Ghifar's voice bothered me again.
"Mas Givan's.... Mas Givan why, Mah?" I asked Mamah Dinda, who sat on the edge of Givan's bed and massaged Givan's fingers.
"Cappiness. Get up quickly, you take care of that son of yours. Your son is sick again, Mamah can not take care of your child," Mama Dinda's speech is always stabbing, but gives its own spirit.
I'm nodding. Then I slightly lowered my head to be able to see this baby that felt so light.
"Help him to the end of your chest, Cendol! I keep the same emotions as you. I'd like to fix it, afraid I'll plunge later." The mouth of Ghifar.
I immediately pinched his stomach. He grimaced and laughed amusedly.
"Yes why are you trying? Why not Mom, or a nurse?" I glanced at my mother-in-law.
"Udah from earlier. Just when your son is fussy, I'll hold it. In Mamah's hands, she was even slumbering. Try to open a little, keep the position of the end of your chest." Ghifar hinted with eyeballs aimed at my baby.
"Start, just a moment." I began to fix the position of this baby, in order to enjoy ASI.
"God willing." I got another surprise, when my baby's face looked unintentionally. He was similar to Givan's mas, even the arched eyebrows were exactly like his father's. Mas Givan must be happy, because one of his children really looks like him.
He's the kid who beat me up and said 'let's go' it turned out to be the culprit. Ouch, darling. Thanks, kid. Biyung so woke up from a little blow from your hand.
"Huge fast, Biyung's son?" I rubbed his cheeks slowly, when his little mouth reached its destination.
"So here she's big, the milk I jorrrr continue." Ghifar fixed the blanket that covered my baby.
"Masa? She's a small one, right?"
My question is, how long do I sleep?
"Yes, birth is only one point nine. Now it's two point three, it's gone up four ounces." Ghifar rubbed my son's back slowly.
"How long has it been?" I'm really confused here.
"From you're cesarean?" Ghifar asked back.
I nodded quickly. "Yes, from the baby I was born." I clarify.
Huh huh?
Is that true?
"Aren't you fadin' me anymore, Far?" I focused on Ghifar rubbing my baby body.
"Seriously, I went back and forth twice to Aceh. First, I'm going home between Chandra and bury your cyst. Second, I'm anther papah, because the fields need papah. Yeah, well, I'm asking for allotments to the Aca." He chuckles in shame.
Geez, there's something to do.
"When did papah come?" I don't know when Papah will come. Because for a month I was here, I was never visited by papah. Mom, come before I give birth.
"Your morning is sighed. Papah comes with Novi, Novi will immediately take care of his father's coffee shop scattered in Java." Ghifar occasionally looked at my face.
"Keep givan why? Since when is she sick?" I looked towards my husband again.
"Three days ago, drop. Lack of blood, sudden peptic ulcer. Continues this morning abis act a little. The hose camera was inserted from his mouth after a total anesthetic, what is his name? Yes it is. Now, again, recovery. The blood is normal, only Hb is low."
Oh my God, not like my husband is usually sick. Usually, he just hurts tiredness and coughs a common cold.
"Keep, Far. Your mouth if the same Canda both buckets," quipped mamah Dinda later.
Mamah also said that Givan was just exhausted. Apparently, this is more serious.
"Now he's asleep, or unconscious, Far?" I'm just extracting information from Ghifar. Because if you ask mamah, mamah as if covering it.
"The influence of dope he said. Wake up, continue to sleep, he said. Your cake is like that. Yeah, I hope you don't stick around like this. He said he was only sleeping for an hour. The doctor said his condition was stable, he was in a state of sleep."
I'm worried that Givan's lost in a dreamland like me. I did not wake up for ten days, surely because of the long journey in the dream, from Bener Festive to Padang, then back again to Bener Festive.
"Well, wake up Givan. I miss, Mah." I whined to Mamah Dinda, that she might pity me.
Mamah nodded. He rubbed the back of Givan's hand free from the infusion.
"Mas Givan's...." Every time I call him in the hope he hears. I always try to hold back my tears.
Oh, my God, my. You've never been sick like this. Moreover, until lying helplessly with an infusion hose attached. I am afraid of infusions, I am afraid of being a patient in the hospital.
"Udah, you calm down. Focus on your baby first, Canda." Ghifar blocked my view by standing right at the side of my face.
"I want to see my husband, Far." I tried to shift his position.
"Eh, uh. That's a look, Canda. Your baby's fingernails are long, they're pinched?" Ghifar lifted my son's fingers slowly.
Ish, there's a way to bother me.
"Beforehand, Far." I was very nervous and wanted to pinch him.
My baby was making a sound, his voice was very slow with legs that felt like they were kicking.
"Well, chaser again. How's this?" Ghifar panicked.
"Yes raised dong, Far. Kali kenyang. Canda's ASI people spill over, let alone directly drink the baby." Mom moved towards me.
His face was very tired. I must be troubling everyone, to the point that even my husband is unable to take care of his own meal schedule.
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