GHIFARI ~ RADITE ~ GHIBRAN
THROWN AWAY LIKE RUBBISH
He hugged Santi tightly. He desperately wants to channel his passion but the ban from the doctor still has to run. He was not allowed to join his wife for two weeks because his surgical wounds were still very risky.
“You want me to help make out?” said Santi. She knew her husband was in great pain.
“Don't Sayank, justin aja,” replied Ajat.
“But you are tormented,” said Santi sadly.
“I have to start learning, so later if you are pregnant then give birth I am used to holidays,” Ajat replied.
“I can't wait to get you pregnant soon,” whispered Ajat.
‘Aamiiiiiiin,’ replied Santi in his heart.
“I've never had a pregnant wife. When Mischa's mother or Farouq's mother was pregnant, I never cared and they were also not interested in introducing me to the baby in their stomach.”
“They even complained that his body became ugly, they could not sleep, they could not eat well or other complaints. There is no love for the baby in the stomach. I heard friends say they felt the baby move in his wife's stomach. They listen to the heart rate and all sorts of things. I want to feel that,” there is regret implied from the story of Ajat.
Santi hugged Ajat tightly, she rubbed her husband's cheek. Santi was very sorry for that man. He has two children but has never felt his wife pregnant. There was really no inner connection between him and his wives and their children. Santi was grateful that the children could he embrace. Otherwise, they do not know their fate.
“Tomorrow so right?” said Santi.
“So Yank,” replied Ajat. Now he prefers to call his wife with the words YANK, but never once did the word come out of his mouth for Santi, especially for the two women who had left him.
“What time?” Ask Santi.
“All of us go to school. We take the school children and then go to the hospital,” said Ajat.
“Later home let them as usual picked up by the driver,” continued Ajat.
“OK, I'm happy,” says Santi. Tomorrow is her control schedule Ajat to the doctor after surgery.
“Yank, can I talk?” said Ajat.
“What every one of us will talk should ask for time?” ask Santi.
“But this problem really bothered me,” reply Ajat.
“I'm afraid Mischa's mother or Farouq's mother took them from my side. Though now I have known the children,” complained Ajat.
“You're too stupid if you're scared!” santi replied relaxed.
“Koq is it?”
“Who are the children? That's the point. They were told not to leave this house?”
“They go their own way, they leave the child of their own volition, then on what basis do they want to take custody of the children?”
“They threw the kid away like shit. We who collect, we who keep, why after they become children, after they become people want to be taken? No need to fear.”
“We bestow children with love. Once they come ask the children not to come with them. The kids don't know who the mother is. The kids know me better. Not that I want to be arrogant but that's the reality,” said Santi.
“I've never been scared at all. Never afraid because they are not my genetic children, but their hearts are my children. I already know that. They would never turn their backs on me if their papa left them. Those kids won't care.”
“I admit all your words are true. If I leave the kids, they won't care. But you're a little lost from their sight, they're in the fog. Moreover, Farouq who has never known a woman called mother.”
“That's why I never feared they would leave me. Because to them I am their mother.”
Hugging Santi tighter. She is grateful to have gotten Santi as her first love and true love.