FORCED CHEATING
228THE APOSTASY OF RAMZIS
I don't know how long Ramzi has been prostrating himself in his last rakaat, which is clear when he got up to tashayud his face was wet. After the greeting he returned pensive, susana mushola hospital that is not too crowded makes Ramzi increasingly enjoy specialties. He had never felt this scared in his entire life. Although he had lost tens of trillions of mega poek, but his feelings were not this chaotic. Only this time he felt that all the property he had seemed meaningless if he could not see his wife and child out of the operating room safely.
Still complaining in the monologue of his heart with both palms looked up, hoping God would grant his prayer. Ramzi brushed aside his shame, how far he had been from his Lord, and when the tribulation had struck him, he cried out to the Power with tears. Isn't that a very insolent act? Where you been yesterday, Ram?
But of course God will not say that because He is Most Merciful, Most Merciful, he gives no favoritism, not to the rich and not the poor all the same, and that made Ramzi feel even more sinful. He had been so remiss of all his obligations as a servant of the Lord, he was busy inscribing ****worldly.
Re-rewind back his memory, Ramzi's heart was torn apart to see Sofi endure a very severe pain. The sweat and tears of the flood became one, the grip of the fingers were cold, the sigh was weakened, the gaze dimmed, really he would not be strong if he had to lose his Sofia again for the umpteenth time, he said, and maybe this is forever.
“Save him, God. Save our son, I beg ... punish me, I have sinned so much on him, on my son, on my Lord Mu who has repeatedly given me the opportunity to repent but I ignore. Forgive me Lord, forgive me ..” Ramzi rubbed his wet face, not that he doubted the power of God but when he remembered his brief conversation with the doctor, fear returned to his sanitary surface.
“Syndrom suffered by your wife could be the cause of deterioration of his health condition. At the age of her pregnancy who stepped on 33 weeks should weigh about 1.8 kg. But your wife's fetus weighs only 1.4 kg, it's far from a normal pregnancy.” Papers to the obstetrician before Sofi is transferred to the operating room.
"And the average gestational age of 33 weeks fetal lungs are already perfectly formed. Also, the fetus should already have its own immune system which will function to fight all kinds of diseases after birth. But here I see, your wife's fetus has not reached that stage perfectly, yet, this is very risky because it could be your baby was born with impaired lung function and various kinds of congenital diseases that accompany it.” The doctor continued to observe the results of Sofi's fetal medical record in her hands. Ramzi just petrified listening, he is very schock with the reality of the condition of his future baby.
“Does your wife during pregnancy experience any unnatural complaints?”
“Does your wife check her pregnancy regularly?”
“Has the medicines your wife consumed been consulted with her obstetrician before?”
“Does your wife during pregnancy get enough balanced nutritional intake?”
“Does your wife ever have a history of premature childbirth before?”
“What is your wife, is your wife, is your wife …. “
So many questions were asked by the doctor, but none of them could be answered by Ramzi. He was still in his stone position, how guilt and regret roared in his heart. Really he feels a very tyrannical husband who does not know anything about the condition of his wife's pregnancy so far.
Ramzi's shaky shoulders hid the cries in both palms that cupped a face full of regret. “Don't take them, Lord. Not now, I'm not ready. Let me atone for my sins against them. Sofia's suffering because of me. I promise God, I'll swear at all my actions. Please save my wife, save my son ..” Lirih Ramzi in his stifled sobs.
“Ram ...” The touch was delayed a little surprising to him.
“Om Jaka?” Raising his face looking at Om Jaka.
“Sofi is out of operating room.”
“Really?” Stuck full of happiness.
“Iya. She and her baby ..”
“I have to see him now.” Removing the trail of tears, rise up out of the mushola with wide strides.
“Yeah, my guy hasn't talked also play go aja.” Grunts Om Jaka.
Ramzi walked down the hospital hallways in haste after searching for Azad was no longer in his place. Because his spirit mixed happily and impatiently wanted to immediately meet his wife and baby, Ramzi to hit a male nurse who was pushing an empty cage coming from the opposite direction.
BRUOK!
"Father be careful dong if the road!” The male nurse who turned out to be Firman was half upset with Ramzi's behavior, but Ramzi could not help but walk away while looking for Azad who might be in front of Sofi's treatment room. Though if Ramzi's mind is no longer chaotic he can go to the Word or nurse guard where his wife's room.
“Let's what you? Celingukan mulu from earlier like people want to cross?” Tau-tau Om Jaka appears in front of him without Ramzi noticing.
Apparently from earlier he muters finally returned to the hallway near the hospital mushola, and Om Jaka just kelar salat dzuhur.
“Azad, Om. Sofi, where's Sofi? Where's son? Where are they?” Ramzi hunts down with overlapping questions.
Om Jaka sighed. “Makanya dengerin first if there are people talking. I haven't been able to tell you, but you just ran away.”
Ramzi patted her hair, sighing heavily. “Hm, sorry Om. I can't wait to meet my wife and son.”
Staring at Ramzi was meaningful. “Ram, your son is now in the NICU room because he needs intensive care. And Sofi is in the ICU room due to her critical condition.”
Ramzi's lips twitched but was unable to say a word until Om Jaka patted him on the shoulder again. “Hell will be fine. Patience, Ram.”
“A-I want to see Sofi.” Stamped with eyes beginning to condense. “Ah, no. I want to see my son first.” His error is like confusion.
“Gue temenin.” Embracing Ramzi's shoulders.
In front of the room NICU Ramzi and Om Jaka can only see from outside the room through the glass. Ramzi's thoughts raged, he looked at the one-on-one baby box with medical equipment around. A nurse appears to be examining the condition of one of the babies in the room.
“Om, which son? Why are there so many babies there?” Ramzi stared at the giddy, he was not able to see clearly one by one the tiny babies lying in the room. From a distance everything looked the same, all the same, only showing a small part of the baby's face and body filled with various kinds of complicated hoses.
“What must be your son is one of them, Ram.”
Om Jaka's answer is not really hostile to Ramzi's heart.
“All babies in this room were born prematurely – “
“But I want to see my son, Om.” Sambar Ramzi's. “I don't like my baby being placed with other babies. Later if changed how?” The worry bolt was clearly imprinted on Ramzi's ferocious face that turned 100% mellow.
“Elu think those slippers can taper?” Om Jaka keki. “Kan in the box there is the name of his parents, how is the story they can taper? Strange as you! You mostly watch the drama anyway, so his mind becomes like a mother-mak!” Continue Om Jaka while grinning.
Ramzi did not care about Om Jaka's babble, he was rushing to hunt the nurse who had just come out of the NICU room.
“Suster!” Call Ramzi hold off the nurse's steps.
“Yes, Sir. Can I help you?” Ask sister.
“I want all the babies in the room moved – “
“Ram, you what the hell?” Cut Om Jaka not out of thought. “You can't be selfish ditu dong! They will also need intensive care like your child, they are also born prematurely like your child!” Om Jaka is a little upset.
“Sorry, What do you mean by ya?” The nurse looked at Ramzi confusedly.
Sister understands. “Sorry, Sir. But in this hospital there is only one room NICU.”
“Why? Why is there only one? I want the best care for my child. I don't want to know if this hospital has to provide a special room for my child! Tell the director of this hospital that I have prepared a special NICU room for my child right now! Whatever the cost will be I pay!” Demand the fiery Ramzi who succeeded in making the sisters in front of him tremble.
“Ram!” Om Jaka pulls rough Ramzi's arm. “Elu can't arbitrarily so dong!” Elevate his tone.
“How-ever, Om?” Come upstairs. “It's natural, all parents would want the best for their child? Especially now that his son is struggling to survive inside the incubator alone?”
“And all the babies there are struggling, Ram! Don't be afraid of you sultan, you can do it! This hospital is not the best private hospital class in the capital or abroad! Have a NICU room there is already sukur, because your baby can be cared for there. And you should be even more grateful because your baby was born, try to imagine if not? Your baby can die before it can breathe free air in this world realm! Understand no, lu?” Om Jaka became a real emotion immediately Ramzi kekeh on his stance.
Ramzi fell silent, he digested all of Om Jaka's words. The sister who stood between them did not ask how she looked, she had already witnessed the debate of the two men in front of her. Boro-boro wants to remind you not to make a fuss, want to breathe like hard nuns are so afraid. Lousy huh?🤣🤭
“Kalo you still ngeyel also do not recite my words, you take your baby out of the room now! Sofi also left this hospital! I don't want to care anymore about your son and your bini! Whatever, it's none of my business!” Continue Om Jaka with the tone still leaves emotions even though not as high as before.
Slowly Ramzi realized, he forgot that he had just promised God that he would change his attitude. Ramzi took a breath. “Sorry, Om. I just – “
“Suter, sorry he did?” Crop Om Jaka turns on the nurse who still looks tense. “Please maklumin, she's again in shock.”
The nurse nodded faintly, Om Jaka let the nurse go with her hand signal.
“Once again forgive me, Om.” Lirih Ramzi looked at Om Jaka regretfully.
“Mean it don't muelel mulu, lu. If you want to talk about it first!”
“Iya, Om. I know I was wrong, I was too afraid of my son.” Rubbed his face in anger. “Kalo so Om want to send me to Sofi's room?”
“Hem! But beware of you if nyampe there make me emotion again, long-time I tonjok really you!” A little threatening to warn.
“Nggak Om, I promise to obey the words of Om Jaka. Thank you for caring about us, Om.” Uca Ramzi really meant it. “Yes already, we go now Om.” Stepping gontai precedes Om Jaka.
“Hoy! Where are you going that way?” Call Om Jaka.
Ramzai turned. “Meeting Sofi, Om.”
“There's a morgue! Noh!” Pointing a signboard at the border of the hallway.
Ramzi grunted softly realizing his ridiculousness, taking a left direction as the ICU's room pointer board was located.
“Basic sultan brewok songong! Body aja lu gede, brain lu ciut kayak idung marmut!” Cebik Om Jaka followed Ramzi's steps.
The ICU room consists of several rooms and is located a few blocks from the NICU room. But not for five minutes they were almost there. From a distance can be seen someone who is also walking towards the ICU room, the distance stopped when he saw Om Jaka who walked in tandem with a man he did not know.
“Om?” Say hello to Mirza but his eyes were instantly fixed on Ramzi.
“Eh, Za?” Reply Om Jaka. “Self lu?”
Nodding still scans Ramzi who is indeed unfamiliar to him, and vice versa.
“Oya, Yes. This is Ramzi Sofi's husband. Ram, this is Mirza my nephew.”
Hearing the word Mirza called, Ramzi's blood seemed to be almost boiling. How not, he had heard stories about his wife's relationship with Mirza from Azad some time ago when he had just married Sofi. Emotions are certain, because according to him Mirza participated in the destruction of his wife's life. But after he remembered his promise to God after the dzuhur prayer, he slowly suppressed his feelings. After all, he realized that Hanson was more entitled to be called ba**sat because he had slept with his wife many times and just dumped her. Secretly Ramzi was embarrassed because his wife's behavior was actually very bad in his past.
“Emh, nice to meet you.” Hands out.
A moment of silence, Mirza was also honestly a bit shocked when Om Jaka said the man with her was her husband Sofi. But of course, Mirza relaxed because he had made peace with his past.
“Sama-sama.” Reply Mirza briefly.
Although both of them try to be calm in fact Om Jaka is able to read the discomfort that was present between them.
“Lu is both on why? How do you even get acquainted while looking like that? Smile dong!” Pat Ramzi's shoulder. “Last let past, focus on present and future only. Fix everything so that your lives are better. Don't be so full of looking back, ntar nabrak.”
A smile was engraved on Mirza and Ramzi's lips together. Making peace with the past is not easy. Only a proud person can do it.
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note; NICU Room or Neonatal Intensive Care Unit is an intensive care room in the hospital that is provided specifically for newborns who have health problems. Generally babies are put into the NICU room in the first 24 hours after birth.(source; google)
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