Garden Benches
Dialogue Night

Dialogue Night

By: SBB

If the heart can be ordered, then I will order from Stone Pualam sturdy and hard, not wavering with various blows. Not made of ceramic, which easily breaks into pieces.

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At 20:15 the time indicated by the clock on the wall. When I chant the adhan in your right ear and the iqomah in your left ear.

Ardi came to bring a bag of baby equipment that you had prepared in the room. Bring a change of clothes and persuade Mom to go home to rest. But Mother refused, of course, the beautiful curly-haired had her heart set. Ardi relented, he returned home to bring ari-ari to be buried on the front side of the house.

I feel like you're holding something back. Although it has changed rooms, a room with a bed and baby box is well matched. The tosca green sofa is next to the door. Wide-screen television upright on the shelf. On his right left side, a wide cupboard was attached to the wall. A two-door closet was next to him.

I watched the bed you were lying on, made sure you were comfortable. Infusion is still in place, oxygen is still available. You're still under extra scrutiny. The room nurse just gave you an injection on your infusion hose.

It's 10 o'clock tonight.

You don't stop smiling looking at our daughter's pretty face. Her hair is curly as you wish, bushy and soft. Healthy baby with agile movements. Both his legs and hands were actively moving. He even drank milk from you.

I asked the little one from your arms.

"Here's nduk, fat mom,"

You let me grab the little one and then you put your back down.

"You look so tired, baby, take a nap,"

You're smiling.

"Do you feel pain?"

"Cupicka...."

"Yes?"

"You haven't given our son's name, yet,"

"It's important you're healthy first, look at you still looking weak, don't think about it first,"

You close your eyes, exhale your breath regularly. Your hands feel warm, I touch your forehead.

"You have a fever, baby"

I took the available warm water, brewed the warm milk in a mug and then brought it back to your bed. I sat back down, extending the end of the straw towards you.

"Drink, you must be well soon!"

You said, take a little sip, I asked to go back to sip it, you did it again until half a mug.

Mother lays the sleeping curly haired beauty into the baby box on the left where you lie. Cover it with a cherry blossom motif blanket. Fixing the head covering with the same motif, leaving a bobble of hair that pokes. You and Mom chuckled softly to notice, as our little daughter pursed her little red mouth.

"Hehehe ... Funny thing is that Eyang's grandson ..."

I see your face and Mom's face so like it. I also widened my smile, looking at the little girl who was the center of attention.

"Mom, just rest, let Gie take care."

"Yes Mom, I'll be tired ...."

"You too. Try to sleep yes, to recover quickly."

Mom came back to you and stroked your head.

"Mother fell asleep first, yeah,"

You nodded

You feel so weak, your face so pale. I close my seat next to your bed and the baby box. Mom tries to break her baby-beak on the couch. Dad was gone when I was in 3rd semester. Both of my brothers are out of town with their families. Only you and I are now beside her, of course with our little one.

"Cupicka.... "

I looked up, just a moment ago I put my head on the bed next to your arm.

"Yes ... pingin what dear?"

"Name of our son..."

"What about Aleema Ghafara?"

My voice is quick, calling a name that is fixed in memory. One of the names that you have proposed in the list of names for baby girls, at that time.

"Chihinsi ...."

You laugh a little, then grimace, your face looks pain-resistant.

I had already moved from my seat, when your hands were charming.

"Cupikkk no, by night,"

The needle in the wall clock almost shows at 12pm exactly, simultaneously.

"They're always ready in an emergency, baby,"

"I'm fine, Cupikk, Ghifa is so calm ..."

I turned to look at the little guy, his breath looking soft.

"He knew his mother needed rest, sleep,"

"Cupicka.... "

"Yes?"

I felt my heart beating faster. The air conditioner blew out the cool air, but I felt a little sultry.

"If Ghifa were to grow up, would she know her mother?"

"Hahaha, what do you mean, baby. Of course Ghifa will know you very well, you who contain it for 9 months, invite him to always be grateful to enjoy nature, members ASI And love. There's no reason for him to forget you,"

I see your smile is painful.

"Please promise me Cupikk, you'll take him to the park bench, where we used to stare at dusk,"

"Of course, we will again take him for a walk, as we dream, invite him to enjoy Siomay Bang Karyo,"

"Hehehe, with a lot of peanut sauce..."

I'm wiping the back of your hand.

"Sleep, get back to health. We're going through a happy life with Ghifa."

"Cupikk, is Ghifa going to be a pretty girl?"

Your hands swung, crossed the boxbaby line, and stroked Ghifa's cheeks.

"Of course, Ghifa will be a beautiful curly haired girl, who closes her aura like you, becoming a proud Sholehah girl."

"What are your goals tomorrow, Cupikk?"

"Hahaha, he is free to pursue his ideals let him fly as high as the sky, because our prayers accompany,"

You're smiling.

"What is his favorite food, besides siomay Bang Karyo?"

I'm back to chuckling.

"What do you think?"

"He likes to eat all kinds of fruit, but he likes tomato juice the most."

"Yes! Then?"

"He likes all kinds of fish except for Lele,"

"Ehemmm, I'll take this, hahaha,"

"Then?"

"He likes rice that is slightly mushy, so he does not like fried rice. But my little girl likes soup with lots of vegetables,"

You said so sure, still stroking the little cheeks of the pretty curly-haired little guy. You're his mother, is that what makes you able to read his nature and character to come?

"He'll be a little tomboy, Cupikk. I love playing boy games. Don't get mad at him, if you come home stained with mud for looking for eels in the fields."

"Hahaha, you're so funny, Laras,"

You threw your smile at me.

"But she will be a very gentle girl, to her Father and Grandpa .. and very dear to her family,"

I'm nodding. Curse your hands, and I look into your eyes.

"Yes, honey. We'll keep her company growing up, together. Promise me,"

I didn't realize those words just slid through, I hoped our whole souls would go through it all together. But why does one side of my soul feel sore and hurt? But I see you nod. Replying to my gaze with certainty. Then I saw you trying to close your eyes. Your breathing seems to be getting regular. I rubbed the back of your hand until I was sure you were asleep. Until I felt, my eyelids were heavy, and also closed.

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