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MPS 2: Baitul Hamdi for Alika and Bilmar

Only by prostrating could Bilmar do to plead for mercy from Alika. That she should give birth to Bilka and Abrar tonight. Thousands of pieces of advice have been thrown from the lips of Bilmar, Papa Bayu and Papa Luky from two hours ago. And finally Alika wants to follow their will.

The pregnant woman was silent and resigned when she was laid on the operating table. Bilmar also accompanied him inside. Alika continued to stare into the corner of the operating room with tears continuing to drip slowly from the tail of her eyes.

Watered his soul, it broke his heart. Why should there be Bilka and Abrar, if the two children only hitchhiked for eight months in his stomach, a series of sentences that continue to stick together in his soul.

Bilmar's voice and touch still accompany him here. Bilmar was already dressed in green-green just like himself now. Alika was only silent, she recalled when left behind by the people she loved. Her mother, Papa Samsul, Aziz and now her two children.

"Come on, ma'am, tilt first to the right ya.." said the Anesthesiologist. Bilmar helped position Alika to tilt towards her.

"May exhale if the pain comes..." The doctor returned to the instruction.

And soon the sound of pain sticking out of Alika's lips. Alika's hand gripped her husband's fist.

"Oh my God, it hurts...." Alika's sigh while biting her lower lip. He just felt the worst thing like this, when he felt a syringe that was stuck straight into the skin on the back of his body.

"Repile..." His face again while closing his eyelids.

"Mama...Papa's.." He kept on making up his parents' names. "sickness..." Smashed again.

Bilmar kissed his wife's cheek and kept whispering the chants of Allah's asthma right in Alika's ear. "It's hard, baby, for Bilka and Abrar's sake." he added.

Not long after the operation began. Alika who had been lying on her back with her eyes lit up stared at the lights. Slowly his eyes began to close. Bilmar continued to be beside him and clasped Alika's hand tightly. He kissed Alika's forehead continuously. Her tears poured down Alika's face.

Which husband in the world, who is so strong to accompany his wife while undergoing surgery to remove their dead baby?

The sound of scissors and knives was heard. Opening, slashing and tearing the multi-layered parts of the skin. Obstetricians and nurses continue to try to perform this operation as best as possible.

And not for long

Brr.

Amniotic water just flowed profusely from the stomach of Alika at the same time when the hands of the Doctor began to reach their babies one by one who was lifeless. Usually the medical team will be filled with the sound of a baby who will scream loudly, when just removed from the mother's stomach.

But today is different. There was silence between the Doctor and some of the Nurses who were still wearing the green clothes and hats. At first glance, Doctor Obgyn Alika's eyes glazed over when he found out Bilka and Abrar's condition was already very bad. The skin is gray, the skin on the head has peeled off and their faces have bloated because it is too long in the amniotic fluid.

"Oh my God." heard the moans of the nurse who was in charge of bringing the two babies into the other room to be cleaned.

Bilmar with the naked eye caught the sight. He was crying hysterically, a cry that from the moment he could bear just spilled. He kissed Alika back on the forehead, what a trauma he felt getting heavier. But Bilmar realized, he was a man. A husband and a father, He must remain strong of his wife.

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Their second baby has been born without a life, right on Bilmar's birthday today. Things he never imagined in his life at all. Why should this day?

Why should it be today? On his happy day, not hearing the word happy birthday but replaced with mourning.

The heart of Bilmar.

Papa Bayu had already reserved the burial ground for his two grandchildren. Preparing all the necessities to remove Bilka and Abrar's body. Bilmar, Papa Bayu, Rendi and Papa Luky are home now. Binara was still accompanying Alika in the hospital, as the woman was still unconscious after the surgery. It was impossible to wait for Alika to come to her senses to bury their two children.

"The funeral is ready, son.." said Papa Bayu stroked the shoulder of the son.

Bilmar's gaze looked blankly springing. His two eyeballs never ended to continue to look at the face of Bilka and Abrar who had been buried stiffly wrapped neatly with a shroud. Maura also looks sweet, he rubbed the faces of his sisters.

"Sister, Pah." he said and clasped his Papa's chest. The voice of Ammar chattering was so loud. Making anyone who was looking at Bilmar, also increased cleanly.

"Mfa.pa..pa.." That's what he said when he was still sitting on his bouncher.

Bilka and Abrar finished their prayers. Now they are ready to be buried and returned to their original place.

Bilmar took his two children to the car. His heart felt more and more linu when he saw the yellow flag fluttering in the gate of his house.

"I'm sorry, sir.." A few words of grief buzzed his ears. Just keep getting his chest squeezed, want him to scream and let out his anger as usual. He should now carry Bilka and Abrar joyfully, not with pain, for he will release them forever.

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A tent in the middle of the tomb was already standing firmly. The benches are lined up, although not much. Visible from the representatives of Branch heads, Managers, Leaders and special staffs already standing in the tomb area. They turned their heads when they saw the arrival of Bilmar and his family were stepping to approach the burial ground.

The morning sunlight illuminates the funeral. A breath of fresh wind whistled at each other in the air. Accompanying the footsteps of Bilmar who had descended into the tomb. Maura dah girl crying each other in the arms of her grandfather. Maura looks pity to look at the Papa who is helping to lower Bilka's body first into the excavation of the tomb. Then after that took turns to lower Abrar's body in the excavation of the tomb that was ready next to him.

An hour later, the crowd faded and passed leaving the Artanegara family still faithfully buried.

Bilmar's cries were breaking. When the tomb was completely sealed. Closing the world between Bilmar and his two children. The red ground continued to solidify until it formed an elevated mound. The tomb was still formed of temporary wood. Each of them there inscribed the name of their children with the suffix bin/binti on behalf of Bilmar Artanegara.

Bilmar is still crouching between the graves of his two children. Staring at the land that will be the final resting place for her children. It appears Papa Bayu was watering the distinctive flowers of burial and the drops of rose water in Bilka's tomb while Papa Luky did the same at Abrar's meal. While Rendi was still holding Maura and Girl. Maura struggled to get down and approached her Papa.

Bilmar could only hug Maura as a substitute for Alika's current body. Completely his role as a father for Bilka and Abrar, he continues to accompany the child to enter the burrow. Bilka and Abrar chose to return to play in God's heaven.

"And now Ananda Bilka and Abrar were playing with Abraham. In Shaa Allah, every parent whose child is taken and patient then Allah will wake you up a house in heaven which is given the name of Baitul Hamdi, which is a house of praise. Always be patient, sir. In Shaa Allah, Bilka and Abrar became the fields of reward for father and wife.." Mr. Ustad stroked Bilmar's shoulder, strengthening the man's broken and frail heart.

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