Senior Junior Love Romance
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“Pak Rendra, there is something I need to convey before starting the operation,” said doctor Lita before entering the operating room.

“What yes, Doc?” Rendra approached Lita's doctor.

“Pak Rendra must be ready with all possibilities. You must be ready if later the condition of your son can not be helped. I hope, Mr. Rendra continues to encourage and accompany the mother no matter what happens later. We keep trying our best. But all back again to the destiny of God.”

“Good, Doc.” Rendra felt his knees limp as soon as he heard Lita's doctor's explanation. But he tried to stay upright, he had to stay strong. Dita needs her support. He wants to be a good husband, who is always there for Dita, no matter what.

“Pak Rendra? Are you ready?” ask doctor Lita to break her daydream.

“God has already, Doc.” Rendra established himself.

“Dok, can I bring my phone inside? I want to capture when Dita later hugs our child.”

“Please Sir. But please use silent mode later, sir, so as not to interfere with the operation process. Your phone can also be sterilized first, rubbed with alcohol can later ask the nurse.”

“Good, Doc.”

“So mom already got an anesthetic injection. So the one sedated the stomach down. You can still talk to mom. Don't forget my message, sir. Keep giving mom some spirit. Let's go in, Mr.”

“Iya, Doc.” Rendra nodded her head.

“Bismil was bornrahmannirrahim, O Allah grant the servant strength, patience and sincerity while accompanying Dita,” his prayers in the heart before entering the operating room.

Rendra walked into the operating room after wearing medical clothes and a mask. Don't forget he sterilized his clothes. Rendra sat down next to Dita's head. He grabbed Dita's right hand and clasped her hand tightly.

"Hi, Honey." Rendra kissed Dita's forehead. "Calm down, relax. I'm right here."

"Yes, Mum." Dita looked into her husband's eyes as if asking for strength.

"Operation will be started soon. Let's pray for the operation to go well. Praying begins." Doctor Lita looked down and started praying.

Everyone in the operating room prayed, including Dita and Rendra.

After praying, Lita's doctor began the operation. Dita and Rendra could not see the operation process because in the middle of the body Dita placed a cloth like a curtain.

Rendra kept trying to get Dita to talk about fun things. Sometimes he also whispers sweet words that can make Dita blush. Even though in his heart he continued to pray for the safety of his wife and child.

After the operation was about 15 minutes, doctors and nurses were heard to take action on their babies.

"Mas, has our son been expelled yet? How come there's no sound of crying?" Dita's starting to look restless.

"We wait, honey. Let's keep praying for God's best." Rendra tried to calm Dita down, even though she already felt a bad feeling.

"I want to see him, Mas" Dita began sulking.

"Yes, we'll see. Just be patient." Rendra stroked Dita's head.

Dita's gaze looked bright, maybe she had already felt something happen to her son. However, the instinct of a mother must be stronger because she is carrying her child.

For about 30 minutes there was no sound of crying babies, only the sound of the actions of doctors and nurses.

Doctor Lita approached the two of them. Before talking doctor Lita gave a code to Rendra to strengthen Dita.

"Pak Rendra, Ibu Dita, our team has tried their best and as much as possible. But it turns out that the sons of the Father and Mother could not be saved. We apologize and we are sorry" said Lita.

"Doctor Lita's kidding, right?" tanya Dita doesn't believe.

"Patient mother Dita, yes," doctor Lita tried to calm Dita.

"No, the doctor must be kidding. My son is just sleeping, Doc. He'll wake up thirsty." Dita still denies the reality.

"Darling, istigfar." Rendra stroked Dita's head. His heart was broken to see his wife who still could not accept the reality.

"Mas, I want to see our son." Dita started sobbing.

"Doc, can we see and hold it?" ask Rendra to Lita's doctor.

"May, a minute, yes" replied Lita doctor who then took their baby who was still tiny and put on top of Dita's chest.

"Boy, wake. It's mom and dad. Don't you want to see us?" Dita stroked the baby's body gently.

Rendra gave up her salary and asked the nurse for help to take pictures and videos while with their baby.

"Boy, don't joke. Awake, Honey. Are you not thirsty?" Dita continued to talk as if their baby was still alive.

"Mas, why is Boy quiet?" Dita turned to look at Rendra who had unconsciously shed tears.

Rendra approached Dita. "Honey, sincere yes. God loves you more, Boy. God has taken back Boy."

Dita shook her head. "No, Boy can't go." She hugged her son tightly. "Nobody can take Boy."

Everyone in the room was feeling sorry for Dita, until some were shedding tears. However, losing a child who has been conceived is not an easy thing.

"Darling, look at me." Rendra cupped Dita's face to look at her.

"Darling, Boy doesn't exist. Boy is called to be with God. Be sincere, don't be like this. I'm sad too. We are both sad. But we have to be strong, we're going through this together, yeah." Rendra looked at Dita's eyes with sadness.

He just kept quiet and shook his head. Tears were growing out of the corner of his eyes.

"Honey, can hug Boy. We hugged Boy together. We say goodbye together, yeah."

"See Boy's handsome face and smile. He doesn't want us to be sad, honey. Although Boy's not on our side, but he'll always be with us."

"Ikhlas yes, dear. Ikhlasin Boy yes." Rendra hugged the two of them, Dita and her baby who was on Dita's chest.

"We love Boy, but God loves Boy more. Come on, baby." Rendra broke her embrace. She then kissed Dita's forehead and her son's head. He stroked the still very tiny body.

"We took three photos of the same boy for a memento. If we miss him, we can see his picture."

Dita nodded her head.

"Here remove the tears first, let it look more beautiful. His mother's a beautiful and strong Boy." Rendra wiped the tears on Dita's cheek.

"Sus, can ask for a picture of the three of us, please" Rendra asked the nurse he had just given her salary.

"Good, sir." The nurse approached the three of them.

"Let's smile, honey." They tried to smile even though their hearts were very sad. At least there are memories they can see later.

"Honey, there's something to talk to Boy about before the nurse picks him up?" ask Rendra.

"Yes" replied Dita.

Dita grabbed Boy from above his chest, bringing it near his lips. He kissed his son's face.

"Boy, thank you for being in our lives. Mother loves you. Wait for me at the door of heaven, son. God willing, my mother has released you. I love you, My Boy. I'm gonna miss you." Dita kissed and hugged the tiny boy's body.

"Udah, Mas."

Rendra took Boy from Dita's decapitation. He held Boy and whispered, "Dad and your dear mother, Boy. God willing, we will let you go. Thank you for giving me so many wonderful memories. Thank you for never bothering me during pregnancy. You're really a good boy. That's why God really loves you. We love you and will miss you."

Rendra kissed her son before giving it to Lita's doctor. "Dok, let me bathe and shower her later."

"Yes, Sir. Let the father's son be cleaned first by the nurse before being bathed."

Rendra nodded her head, then returned to approach Dita. "Ikhlas yes, dear. He will always be in our hearts and in our prayers."

Dita nodded without making a sound. Tears came out of the corner of her eye.

"Mr, Mother, this operation is over. Later we will take Mother Dita directly to her room. In the meantime, you can wait outside."

"All right, Doc."

"Honey, I'm waiting outside, yeah" said Rendra to Dita.

"Yes, Mum."

Rendra again kissed Dita's forehead before exiting the operating room. He walked out of his way as soon as he was outside the operating room.

"Ren, how's Dita and your son doing?" The Goddess approached him.

Rendra could no longer hold back her feelings. In front of Dita, he must remain strong even though he is also fragile. Rendra hugged her mother and shed her sorrow.

Mother Goddess stroked the back of her only son was full of love. Without feeling her tears come out. Rendra who has always looked strong, independent and never gave up, is now a fragile person helpless. She was crying in her mother's arms.

After being able to control himself, Rendra took off his embrace. He rubbed his tears violently. "We are fine, but our son has returned to God" he said, trying to stay strong.

"Innalillahiwainnaihirojirojiun."

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