My First Love (My Memories Revealed)
CHAPTER 74 | Cry and Happiness

That was my last scream, I'm not strong anymore. Even to breathe, my chest feels tight and my body hurts. A sense of relief surrounded me when I felt the baby coming out of my stomach, along with the sweat and tears coming out, I wanted to immediately hug my daughter whom I had just given birth to. My hand shook but I tried to stretch out my hand asking for the baby in the doctor's arms. I don't understand why I'm the only one smiling and happy, why is everyone in this room putting on their sad faces? And why did Sam lay down and covered his face. I panicked, I was afraid I didn't want what I thought to happen.

“Doctor, son. Give my son”, I said weakly and stretched out both my hands.

The medics stared at me while the doctor was still trying to shake my son's body and occasionally hit his back. As his mother I couldn't accept it when the child I just born with was beaten by a doctor for no reason.

“What? What did the doctor do to my son? Why hit my son. Give son. Hurry”, my jolt and cry

I started thinking no when the doctor kept hitting my son and pressing on his chest. With a trembling hand, I cried. It hurts, it hurts so much. I can't say anything more than crying, my eyes are still on the child who is still in the care of the doctor.

“Sam, what's up? My son, bring him here. I want to hug my son”, I asked while crying.

Not only myself, Sam was crying. I've never seen him cry and be so beaten up like this, he cried louder and louder. The pain I felt when I risked my life to give birth to my daughter was nothing more than the pain I was feeling right now. Without understanding from the doctor I can conclude that my son did not survive.

A few minutes passed and the doctor gave up on my son. Her body that was starting to turn blue and cold was finally handed over to me. My son is not moving nor is he breathing. I held her little hand and I kissed gently, I could not hold back my tears. Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to experience so many women in this world? I have done my best and tried my best but why should I face this harsh reality?

“Sam, son. My son isn't breathing? He should give ASI” immediately, said my minister

Amidst my adversity Sam tried to stand up straight and walk closer to me despite his slightly trembling footsteps. He tried to calm me down who couldn't accept the fact that our son was dead.

“Rein, relax. It has gone. Our son is gone Rein”, said Sam in a trembling tone.

“No Sam, he will wake up when he hears my voice. I always invite him to talk and I am sure that he will open his eyes when he hears my voice longer”, I hope

I kept talking to my son even though his eyes were still closed and his body was getting colder. Although his face was stiff and his body turned blue, I did not give up and still believed that my son would soon breathe.

“Rein, I understand your feelings but please be aware. Our son cannot be saved”, Sam told me.

“Be quiet. What do you know Sam? I'm her mother, I've been pregnant with her for nine months, I'm the one who fought to get her out. It's been inside me all along, fused with my blood and heart. He's my son, you don't know anything about him”, I snapped.

I feel devastated by this situation, honestly I do not want to admit that my son is dead, I do not want to accept this harsh reality, deep down I hope he returns. I want to hear her crying and feel her movements.

“Tak what a darling. Mama's here with you. Sorry mama, because your mama can not survive, because mama is so weak you are not helped”, I said crying over the departure of the child I just born.

In my heart I pray and I hope to be given one more chance, my heart wants it, I hugged my son tightly as if I didn't want to get away from him and held him while humming as I used to do when my son was still in my womb. I couldn't say another word, my hands shook holding her and my tears continued to pour out. I kissed her one last time even though my heart still didn't want to let go. As I handed it over I felt something from my son's body

I caught a glimpse of my son moving and I heard his little whine, I saw his blue body slowly turning into a reddish rage until I finally felt his heart start beating. His strong cry made my heart happy and happy, I could not believe I finally heard the sound of his crying, I could not believe that sadness was replaced with happy laughter.

I held my son tightly and cried with him. At the time, I could not describe how happy I was. Same with Sam, I grabbed Sam's hand and I gave him this kid. He also needs to feel that happiness

“My son lives... Honey, he's alive, he's breathing”, she said, cradling and crying simultaneously.

Not only did Sam and I cry, the doctor and the medical team in the room were crying at the moment that happened to me, Sam and our son. This child is a child of wonder, a very wonderful gift from God.

“Mama.. Mira's sister is born?”, asked Mira

“Look, he was drinking milky”, I replied gently

After my son finished breastfeeding me, I gave it to my two best-in-law who really wanted to pet their second grandchild.

“Beautiful once grandson of oma”, said mom

“Look at his nose, just like you Sam”, said papa.

“Have you named it?”, asked papa

“Not yet, we will immediately name it”, I replied briefly.

I can't seem to get my back off this kid, I put my hand on his chest every once in a while to make sure that my son is still breathing because I'm still afraid to remember what happened a few days ago.

“So, will we name who this little baby is?”. Sam asked, gently touching his tiny hand.

“This child is more magical than Mira. If Mira we name Miracle Setya Agung what if this child we name Grace? This child was given a second life by God. Grace Setya Agung”, I said while fondling her.

“Grace Setya Agung? Beautiful name, same as it looks”, said Sam agreed.

The sound of the door opening made my gaze fixed on the figure of a woman who looked happy came to me while opening her arms wide.

“Reina... Congratulations, your second child has been born. Let me see how beautiful my son”, said Meli by asking the child I care for

“Your son?”, asked me by narrowing my eyes

“Hmm, son. Mira is my son too. Is that a problem for you?”, asked Meli by holding her tiny hand.

“Look at her, very beautiful like ku”, Meli said.

Sam and I laughed at Meli's always-on babbling like this, we planned on not telling Grace the story behind her birth to Meli or she would panic and make me dizzy to hear her babbling.

“What's the name?”, asked Meli

“Grace Setya Agung”, replied Sam.

“Beautiful name. Just like ku”, said Meli again.

“As for you alone Meli”, said Sam glanced at him