Mother to My Children
Chapter 132

While searching, Bara finally saw Syafira from a distance. He could breathe a sigh of relief because he did not see the male figure that Adel meant. In his view Syafira walked alone on the road to the left right of the expanse of rice fields that are green, very cool in the eyes.

Bara weighed, thinking between wanting to catch up with Syafira and walk together, or simply follow him from a distance.

Syafira kept going. He felt that someone was following him, he turned his head but kept walking. Naas, he did not see any hollow road, until his bare feet sprained and he fell sitting on the road.

"Ouch!" his screeches. He felt his stomach ache, as he panicked to remember the child in his womb.

Bara who saw Syafira fall and hold her stomach immediately ran over, "Fir, are you okay?" Bara asked worriedly while crouching and holding his wife's shoulder.

Syafira did not answer, seeing Bara instead made him more panicked and afraid of anything happening with their prospective baby because his stomach was more painful, "Mas take me to the health center, quickly mas!" pinta Syafira, cold sweat had already adorned her forehead out of fear.

Bara felt astonished, usually Syafira was always indifferent, a little wound no problem, always refused to be examined. If it hurts, takes medicine, breaks for a while it also heals, that's what he always said. But, this time he firmly asked in between to the puskesmas.

Seeing Bara's reaction as if he was thinking, Syafira said to him, "Quick mas, take me to the puskesmas. My son, I'm afraid my son is why," said Syafira again, increasingly anxious.

Bara is getting confused, "What kid? A-kids? Your a-boy? Meanin?" after thinking for a moment, Bara finally understood.

Bara immediately panicked, in his cradle the grimacing Syafira held back the pain in his stomach. Puskesmas far enough, he can't walk there. Ineligibility. Go back to the uwak house to take the car also over time for those who have been very panicked, no less panicked demgan Syafira. Finally he stopped the pick up car that happened to pass and hitchhiked up to the puskesmas.

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"How's doc?" bara asked shortly after the doctor finished examining Syafira.

"Thank God, everything's fine. Your son is great" the doctor smiled.

"Is my wife and child-to-be really okay, Doc? B-but his stomach hurt, sure it's okay Doc?" Still thinking and worrying.

"Yes sir, but thank God, everything is fine. Pregnant women falling, let alone sitting down can indeed result in danger, but thank God your fetal condition is fine. It's just that, the condition of Miss Syafira is still weak because of shock, preferably the opanme first here, tomorrow can only go home," explained the doctor.

However, Bara still can't calm down, "So she was upset stomach doc, is it true that our son is okay?" he hesitated at the doctor's words.

The doctor smiled understandably, "I understand the concern of the Master, the abdominal pain experienced by Miss Syafira earlier may be due to shock. But after everything is checked, it's safe. Nmun, still, miss Syafira should be more careful going forward. Things that can harm pregnant women and the fetus should be avoided as much as possible, including stress because many thoughts. The role of the closest people is very important, especially the husband," said the doctor.

Bara immediately stared fixedly at the doctor as if wondering what does he mean? The doctor sitting in front of him was insinuating him.

"Yesterday, Miss Syafira had entered this health center, sir, she fainted. A lot of thoughts, stress and not eating well become the trigger. Feeling happy and happy is very important for pregnant women. Too much thought can be bad for pregnancy" explains the doctor later.

Bara seemed to feel insinuated with the words of the obstetrician. Not that he intended to ignore, but he really did not know if Syafira was pregnant. About stress, a lot of thoughts, he admitted, at this time they are not okay.

"I understand doc, yesterday I was in the city because of work. In the future I will pay more attention to my wife, then I'm sorry," said Bara.

After the doctor let Bara out. The adult man immediately returned to the room where Syafira was.

"Where is mas? What did the doctor say? My son is okay, right?" syafira asked worriedly, he was still not tenag if he had not heard the child in his stomach was fine. If something bad happens, she will feel very guilty, especially so far she has not told Bara about her pregnancy.

Bara approached and pulled the chair under the bed, "Say our pediatrician is fine" he said by pressing the word 'our child' because since then Syafira along with calling my son and it was very disturbing Bara's ears.

"Thank God, I'm sorry. And thank you that you are fine," Syafira sighed in relief as she rubbed her stomach.

A sense of warmth spread in Syafira's heart when the sturdy hand touched her stomach. Nor can she hide the feeling of haru, how long she will touch her husband.

"How many months?" ask Bara who forgot to ask the doctor earlier.

"Eight weeks," jawan Syafira was not so sure of the answer, too many thoughts until he forgot how astute the age of pregnancy.

Bara frowned, "Eight weeks? And you hid all this from me?" bara Protest.

"I didn't hide, it was not time to tell, '" Syafira defended herself.

"When is that the right time? Until you're not angry anymore? Until you can forgive me? If you don't forgive me, will you hide it with your anger?"

"I just need time, without any intention of hiding it," Syafira said with a trembling tone holding back tears.

"Why not tell me from the beginning of Fir? So you can take care of you and him" Bara gently rubbed Syafira's stomach.

"Why go further and further away from the mas like this?" continued.

"I just want some peace, I just need some time until Adel can accept everything. Until things are okay,"

"By getting out of the car? Bagu? If Adel can't accept all of this, if Adel can't forgive you, you can't forgive me either, can you?"

Syafira fell silent, unable to answer Bara's question.

"I couldn't possibly miss him with his father. There's no way I've gone so far as to bring this kid myself. There's no way I could run away from the mas if there's my son here. But it's not all that easy... I have to convince Adel first, I need some time... I. " said Syafira, sobbing.

"Our son Fir. He's a son of a mas too. From Tafi you call it your son continues. Mas follow Andil in the making, do not forget that Fir," Protea Bara who felt eliminated and not considered as a seed planter who now grows into a fetus in the stomach of Syafira.

"If Adel can't accept mas. Who will you choose? Mas or Adel?" Bara Tanting. That question made Syafira sobbing even more. Unexpected if her husband would also ask her that, a choice she could not choose.

"If you still want to be together, why did you choose to go through everything yourself Fir? There's a mas, Fir, we can go through it together, we can convince Adel with Fir. Unless you really want us to hope." said Bara more softly at the end of his sentence.

"Convince Adel! Make him forgive me, make him grieve. L'm... I can't choose between you, I want us to be whole, I want everyone to be happy and okay. I love you both, I can't choose.. Cannot. I I love mas Bar but I can't choose mas, convince Adel mas, convince him! Then I will forgive you. I don't want to lose you guys.." Syafira's crying became more and more.

Hearing him, Bara smiled. At least there was hope for him to get an apology from Syafira. He sat on the edge of Ialu's bed grabbing Syafira into his arms. Shafira was about to refuse, but the firm hand was too strong for her to hold. The chest was too warm for him to waste.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was able to find you, so you took too long to bear everything yourself. Sorry," Bara repeatedly kissed Syafira's head. In the swab of clear liquid that continues to flow on Syafira's face.

"Don't cry anymore, pity my son if you cry constantly,"

"My son!" shafira protests, she breaks away from Bara's embrace of having been aware of the situation.

"Our son," said Bara smilingly, trying to grab Syafira back into his arms. Syafira did not refuse but his body was stiff like a statue.

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