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MPS 2: Happy Birthday, My Husband

Binara still faithfully accompanied the brother in his care bed. The tears of Alika that still dripped. The woman's breath was hunting, her hands still rubbing her stomach that had been deflated. No more active movements of her zygotic twins.

Bilka and Abrar only make his stomach as a temporary ride before finally deciding to move to his creator's house for eternity.

"They're buried, brother. Brother Bilmar said he would be late to the Hospital because he had to prepare tahlilan for Bilka and Abrar..."

Should Alika hear that remark?

Alika tilted her body with a million strength and a ringing. The pain after the cesarean section was excruciating.

"Must this day, Bin. I lost them?" ask her while crying.

Alika chose to turn her back on Binara. Tears continued to flow from the tail of his eyes that descended soaking the pillow. Binara wanted to say patiently but the sentence felt ambiguous. He can only listen to what Alika wants to complain about.

"It should be today, me and the kids are enjoying being together at home to pray for Bilmar to age. Make her favorite cake, kiss and hug her..."

Binara softly heard it, not the power of clear water from her eyelids was down just like that. He was also tormented by the circumstances of his brother. Why should it be like this?

"That's so you, brother. Already sick from surgery wounds plus, sick from loss. O Allah, strengthen his heart--" The light rumbles in his soul. He got up to kiss his sister's cheek.

"Sleep, let the pain go away quickly.." Binara whispered right in the ears of the Big Brother while stroking Alika's arm.

"Do I not deserve to be their Mama, Bin?"

"Want, Brother. You are the best mom!"

"I'm a nurse, Bin. Why am I not sensitive! Why is it that when they don't move again, I don't realize!" Alika started to blame herself. The demons that were wandering around flanking him continued to curse him in a slur.

You're stupid, Alika!

Too stupid

"But you're just a human being, brother. Maybe this is the fate of the twins. There is no one to blame!"

Binara kept trying to calm her brother. He knew this was Alika's toughest ordeal. Which mother in the world has a heart as strong as copper not to cry over the passing of their biological child.

"Bilka and Abrar will be waiting for you at the door of heaven, Brother. According to God's view, you are the one who is in charge of this ordeal - You are the chosen parents.

Alika grabbed the palm of her brother to hold and put it on the chest. "I am not strong, Bin.." he said, then the tears were increasingly accompanied by shoulders that were bent.

"Sickness, Bin.eugh.." Alika grimaced painfully while crying. The dope has disappeared, to move is difficult. Moreover, within 24 hours the urinary catheter can not be removed. He felt pain everywhere.

But even more painful than the pain was the loss of two angelic figures of heart that he loved whole soul for eight months, namely Mafaza Bilka and Maginka Abrar. They would only be the shadowy sisters in the view of Maura Zivanan and Maldava Ammar.

"I'll call the nurse, brother. You'll be patient for a minute." Binar passed by removing the hand.

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The delicate palm just touched the back of Alika's hand. Glowing into every finger of this weak woman. This handsome man in white cocoa laid his body behind his wife's back. He felt a soft snoring from the lips of Alika.

This man misses the woman who is already struggling on the operating table for his children. The woman he stayed all day because to take care of the funeral and the tahlilan of their two children at home. It was only when it was dark that he returned to the Hospital to take turns looking after his wife.

His wife, his life, his soul.

The roar of Bilmar's breath, the fragrance of his body and the caress of his hands just like that made both of Alika's eyes blink slowly. He nodded a little surprised because there was a person who was laying his body behind him.

"Assalammualaikum, gorgeous.." Bilmar kissed her cheek.

"I must be strong for her, strong, strong, strong!" Inner Bilmar rumbled. He won't cry, no, no!

"Waalaikumsallam, Bill.." the hoarse voice replied.

Then the silence between the two. They waited for each other to speak again. Alika waits for Bilmar's explanation and Bilmar waits for Alika's question. Of course about today's events, about the funeral of their children and Bilmar is still waiting for birthday wishes even though it is impossible to say by his wife.

"Let's go, maybe he forgot..." Bilmar whispered to himself.

Alika was still staring straight at the thin curtain of window coverings. He decided not to ask about Bilka and Abrar's funeral, his heart was not yet strong. He still has not accepted today.

"Eugh..." He was still grimacing when he wanted to try to twist his body. "Where are you, baby?" Bilmar got up and held his wife's arm. "Help me turn my body around, Bil!" Bilmar also helped position his wife's body in which direction he wanted.

"Oh God.." He continued to sigh while his body was moving until it got a comfortable position for him.

Now Alika changed her position to tilt with one hand supporting her head. Same with Bilmar. The couple stared at each other. Alika bemoaned her husband's face, knowing he had just finished reading Yassin to their two children.

Bilmar wears a white cocoa shirt which is a couple with a robe that he has at home. Alika was crying again. He recalled that the couple's clothes were last used when holding the Aqiqah Ammar Thanksgiving event.

"Why this shirt is worn at the time of tahlilan, why not at the time of aqiqah Bilka and Abrar.." asked Alika.

Bilmar wiped a few strands of Alika's hair that covered his cheeks, to be sipped behind the earlobe. Bilmar looked up a little to kiss Alika's cheek back, a little long and there was a ringing cry sticking out of her.

"Honey.accept all this with sincerity." His whisper. He let go of the kiss and lay back looking at his wife.

"Bilka and Abrar kasian baby, he's cold on the ground.." Alika still could not accept.

"They must be thirsty to want milk---" he continued.

Bilmar shook his head.

"They're warm, baby. God is holding our child, guarding him!" a single tear came back down from the eyelids of this handsome man.

Alika fell silent as she continued to stare at her husband's face blankly without any answer. Why is this so in the mind of Bilmar, why must it be on the day of his birth. The couple would not have expected that a test as heavy as a storm and a typhoon like this stopped by also hit their household.

"Why should we, Bil?"

"Because according to God we are strong!"

"Are we going to be strong?"

"Sure, Al! We'll rise again!"

"I'm scared, Bil. I'm afraid of death-"

Alika closed both her eyes. He grimaces.

"Death is certain, but right now we are both waiting. Waiting for his turn to be called, by him."

"Open your eyes, Al!"

"No, I'm scared!" Alika shook her head.

"Open up and look at me!"

Alika gave up and finally opened her eyes. She stared straight at the dark eyes of her husband.

"Do you love me?" ask Bilmar

"Rubber."

Bilmar smiled happily.

"If so help me to educate you to be a righteous wife. Who can accept the fate of our children's lives.."

"Please lighten my burden in the Hereafter, when God questions my responsibility when educating you in the world-"

Bilmar's voice sounded shahdu, soft and so friendly. Making the livability on Alika's face disappear, her eyelids that look cute instantly turn slowly into strapping. Her husband is right, this is God's destiny.

"Anything we have to go through, Al. Our path is long. There are still two children that we have to raise Ammar and Maura, or maybe our children after Bilka and Abrar later. Bilka and Abrar will never be replaced, they both remain our children - Our Mama and Papa, our children will not be changed. He will not be cold, thirsty or hungry. God keeps our children there."

Hearing Bilmar's heart. Alika's heart was so full, her chest that had become congested had now turned cold. The pain in his stomach was also reduced. His heart grew even more when Bilmar said this last thing.

"There's my mama, your mama and Papa Samsul who took care of our two children there. Happy they've gathered together there, Al. Our job here is to send as many prayers as possible to all of them..."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Connect again.

"Yes, I understand, Bill." Alika brought her head closer to lean on her husband's chest. No more tears dripping, although of course the shadow of this incident will continue to imprint in the memory of his life.

Bilmar locks Alika's body and taps at her hair.

"Repile.."

"Hmm?"

Alika looked up her face. Then kissed her husband's lips.

"Happy birthday, my husband.."

The corner of Bilmar's smile line was raised perfectly. The smile widens, revealing white teeth and healthy gums. He smiles not only from his wife's birthday wishes, but most of all he is happy to rediscover the smile from Alika's face. His wife looked at him lovingly and affectionately.

"May blessings, health and safety be always poured out for you-Aamiin."

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