Self Healing
Episode 34 of H2C

Entering the 37th week, all the equipment to welcome the birth of my first baby has been neatly arranged in a container box made of plastic. Some alternative name choices, both for baby boys and girls have also been prepared. This is not because I do not know the sex of my baby later, but even though I already know from the USG, but keep all the possibilities that occur.

"Lin, you ready the clothes you want to bring for labor later. One bag of contents, your clothes during the hospital, full baby clothes to go home, do not forget the maternity pads. Later the rest, I bring it from home."

"Well, when is Tyo here? Don't mop!" ask mother.

"In the Lord, immediately. Yesterday he said again take care of his death permit, if it's in ACC, mas Tyo directly here," I replied.

Mother seemed worried, if Tyo could not come on time, that is before I gave birth. While I strongly believe, Tyo will come shortly before my delivery.

I spent my time with the tilawah and read books on how to care for the baby, to make it easier for me later.

Days passed, false contractions began to be felt often. The kicks I felt in my stomach often made it difficult for me to rest.

"Son, do you want to be a footballer? Kok, the kick is very tight, mother will be in pain," I said gently while holding my stomach is very large.

A big stomach, swollen legs and breath that easily gasps, making me want to immediately pull out my baby as soon as possible. Waiting does require extra patience and in these moments, my patience is tested.

On Wednesday afternoon, Tyo sent a short message to me, "Mas this afternoon to Medan. God willing tomorrow morning fly to Jakarta."

Reading the short message made me feel like I was reading a love letter, but there was not a single sweet word in it, but I don't know if my heart was blooming waiting for his arrival tomorrow morning.

The night before I went to bed, Tyo called me.

"Assalamu'alaikum, are you going to sleep?" a simple and mundane question, but it sounded melodious in my ears.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, no. I'll wait on the phone" I replied spoiled.

"This is, my dear phone, right? Hmm why today?"

"Mas, if I answer you today I'm koprol, salto, jump rope, must be a beautiful delusion, which even in normal times I can't do."

My candle this time managed to make Tyo laugh out loud that I can already imagine what he did to me if I was nearby.

"Dear, it makes more kangen. Which, how can it be so funny?"

"Well, maybe it was when my mother was pregnant, to sprain Srimulat," I replied casually.

"Yeah! Look out tomorrow, get ready!" yelled Tyo who I know is right in his direction.

"Mas, pity my stained cheeks, do not be a victim tomorrow" I protested.

"Hmm, not just cheeks! Just wait for tomorrow" he replied.

"All right, I'll wait. Anyway, even if I don't wait, Mas will also still arrive at home," I said.

"Dear, same Mas?" whining Tyo, which this time started to bother me a little and at the same time I felt a strong enough contraction, making me grimace with the pain.

"Which, Honey? Why, no sound?" tyo's question this time also can't be answered quickly, because I still endure the pain of contractions in my stomach.

"Yes? Honey, start the contraction, huh? Remember, take a breath, throw it slowly, breathe again and throw it slowly" said Tyo, who sounded very worried this time.

I followed her instructions and slowly the pain of the contractions gradually disappeared.

"Yowes, honey, rest, it's night. Do not forget to wudhu before going to bed," said Tyo.

"Yes. I'm sorry, it hurt" I replied.

"Eh, say sorry, darling again contractions, it's natural that the pain can't talk. Now sleep, yes, it's night, sleep well let tomorrow meet Mas, darling it's fresh," said Tyo who again makes me smile.

"Yes, I'm also resting, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum."

That night, I slept but as I was awake, it made me look fresh the next day. For that, I put ice cubes on my face and hoped that my face would look fresh when Tyo got home.

After the morning prayers, Tyo called me back and said he would be ready for breakfast before leaving for the airport.

The plane that Tyo was boarding was scheduled to land at 09:00 WIB. I waited for her arrival impatiently in the living room, after Tyo called me and told me that he was already on his way home.

The trip from the airport to my parents' house, normally only takes about 30 minutes, but other cases in case of congestion. At around 10:00 AM local time, Tyo had landed his feet on the porch of my parents' house with a small suitcase and plastic bearing the words Zulaikha.

I greeted her with warm hugs and kisses. We hugged for quite a while, after almost 2 months of separation.

"Great kangeeen!" tyo said while showering me with a kiss on my face.

I pushed her face, "Udah, all wet!" candaku protests.

"Eh turned out to be still fierce, but..," the sentence stopped, he began to observe the increasingly rounded shape of my body.

"If you want to say fat, say it!" my challenge.

"Mas pangling, what a beautiful darling, seger," he said with sparkling eyes and a face that looked very happy.

"Mas, I'm GR" I said briefly, which made Tyo pinch my cheeks gently.

"Games!" tyo made me laugh.

"Lina, mbok Tyo was invited to enter first. Pity far away, not given a drink and even chat outside, "the voice of mother from behind the door made me realize.

"Let's go, come in" asked me while holding her hand.

Tyo also experienced my mother's hand and my mother returned the favor by kissing both cheeks.

"Where's the journey? Must be tired," said the mother.

"Alhamdulillah, tired but glad to see you again," Tyo replied while hugging me from the side.

"Yes, you have breakfast first, and rest" said the mother, as she walked to the living room.

"Oiya, this is bika ambon same brownies," said Tyo while lifting plastic souvenirs.

"Alhamdulillah, I immediately open yes, Mas," I said.

"Directly eaten," Tyo said.

"What is it open for if it is not eaten" I replied.

We both enjoyed different meals, Tyo with his lunch and me with a snack from Medan.

Tyo's arrival turned out to make the baby in my womb become aggressive, characterized by successive contractions. Even after Ashar, I almost cried from holding back the pain of the contractions until I crouched down beside the dinner table, holding on to the legs of the table.

Tyo who saw me also crouched behind me, stroking my back and reciting Istighfar.

"I think tomorrow is born" said the mother, bringing me a glass of honey water.

"Drink first, let there be energy," continued the mother.

I drank it up too. The pain disappeared slowly, so I was able to walk and sit back on the couch.

"Honey take a shower first, the trus continued tilawah, while waiting for the Maghrib," said Tyo gently.

"Yes, give energy first to go up," I replied.