TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTERS 143. PANICKED.
"What, Mas?" Indi gasped in shock, when the sun had just appeared on the eastern horizon and she had already found a tremendous surprise from her husband, Fatan who now seemed to grin cynically in front of her. They have not even come out of the room.
"Yes, I've agreed and as a good wife you should also agree with my decision." Fatan replied casually.
Indi's tears just escaped, his heart like a razor-shredded not to mention the gentle gallant in his stomach made his mind more tormented.
"But why, Mom? What's my fault? Why did you have to marry that woman? He's even more suited to be your sister, Mas!" indi's sentak could no longer resist his frustration.
Her tears welled up, she wept as she realized her marriage was on the verge of collapse. No, not parting but the intention of Fatan to remarry really makes Indi destroyed.
"You are not wrong, it's just that I do have a debt of gratitude to Mr. Sukri's family first, and now he asks me to pay it by marrying Intan!" sahut Fatan without thinking about the feelings of the wife who was pregnant with the fruit of their love.
"But I'm pregnant, Mom. Pregnant with your child, why are you? Why, Mas?" Isak Indi again repeatedly looked at the handsome face of the husband who was now just silent not budging.
"I know, Indi. But .. sorry, my decision is absolute. I, will still marry Intan even though you may never agree," Fatan explained in a more soft tone.
Indi did not answer, only her crying voice sounded so heartbreaking. Well, whose heart will not hurt if you hear such a statement from a husband who is so in love and in trust. But with the haughtiness of the man even said that he did not need his approval to marry again, it is worthless Indi thinks himself in the life of the husband again.
Back Indi squeezed his stomach that felt tense, pain immediately spread to make Indi grimace and feel tightness in his chest. He complained, and the Fatan who was still there turned to him.
"Abshell,"
"In, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you, Indi?" fatan shouted while hunting his wife's body and holding her head that looked pale.
"Mas, my stomach .. My stomach hurts so much, Mas." Indi began to moan, feeling the pain that slowly continued to run through the stomach to the rest of his body.
Fatan looked panicked, cold sweat was seen rolling on his forehead for fear of all this influence from his words earlier. Though honestly deep in the heart of Fatan he was so loving and wanted a baby who is currently in the womb Indi although never in the light of the light.
"Oh my God, my. It hurts so much ...." Indi again groaned while gripping firmly the bed sheet below him, his lower lip seemed to be bitten, maybe to muffle so as not to scream even though he really wanted to do.
"Are you going to give birth, in? But it's only seven months old, not possible." Fatan held the wife's forehead that looked cold sweat, panic was evident on the face that began to be brown.
"Mas, call mom, Mas" said Indi at the edge of his consciousness, the whack of pain almost made him unable to think.
"Yes, wait a minute." Slowly Fatan put Indi's head on the mattress and ran hastily to open the door to call Miss Maryam who was in the kitchen of the house.
"Astaghfirullah, O Allah ...." Indi was still whimpering, holding onto the stomach that felt stiffened as the excruciating pain continued to spread intensely.
There was a rush of feet from outside the room, following the appearance of Bu Maryam and Fatan whose faces looked equally tense.
"Oh Allah, Indi! Why are you nduk? Where does it hurt, nduk?" mother Maryam asked as she walked up to Indi and sat holding her hand by her side.
"Bu, Indi's stomach .. Indi's stomach hurts so much, Mom." Indi grimaced with the pain that came back.
Miss Maryam also looked panicked but as much as possible she did not show it in front of the princess.
"Fatan, please call the village midwife like your wife wants to give birth." Miss Maryam gave the order.
"What, Mom? But isn't Indi still seven months Ma'am, pregnant? Why give birth?"
Ms. Maryam sighed while rubbing Indi's distended stomach that did feel tight, hoping to somewhat reduce the pain in her son.
" It looks like your son can't wait to see you, "always Miss Maryam at all, then again told Fatan to call the village midwife.
Fatan did not ask much more, he rushed out and carried out the hostility of his mother-in-law. After waiting for a while finally the midwife who used to serve in the health center which is quite far from their house it stopped with his motorbike at the gate of Fatan's house.
"Mur midwife," Songsong Fatan opened the gate and let the full-bodied midwife enter with her metallic motor.
"Where is his wife, sir?" ask the midwife quickly.
"Inside, Madam midwife. Just go in my wife has been in a lot of pain" said Fatan and they entered simultaneously to the room shown Fatan.
Arriving in the spacious room, the midwife immediately took out her stethoscope to examine Indi and examine her stomach which still felt tight.
"Where's the pink book, sir?" asking the midwife made Fatan confused.
"What book, Midwife?" ask Fatan with a confused face.
"Pink book, KIA book that used to check her pregnancy?" firmly the midwife was a bit upset because the husband did not even know the existence of a pink book.
"Ah, I .. I don't know, Madam midwife. Mom, do you know where the pink book is?" Fatan turned to Miss Maryam who is still busy calming Indi.
Miss Maryam seemed to sigh softly, the look of disappointment was visible on her old face.
"The book .. no, Madam midwife," he concluded sounding sad.
"Huh? There ain't? So all this time pregnant women have never checked the womb?" ask the midwife in surprise.
Miss Maryam shook her head weakly, because that is how it is. They did not have the money to check the content of Indi early on, while Fatan could not be expected because he was very rarely concerned with the wife.
"So how old is it? Why don't you have the pink book? Should be in the early days of pregnancy should immediately check to get the book. If it's like this is afraid of what's going on and we can't prevent it" said the midwife, looking a little upset, but she still did her job of checking Indi to find out her condition.
"The village's only seven months old, Madam midwife." Miss Maryam replied, making the midwife gasp in surprise.
"What's? Seven months?" The midwife rounded her eyes. "We should refer our patients to a big hospital in the city, just now I checked and it seems like the fetus is also breech, for better safety of patients in surgery. It will not be possible to be born normal considering the gestational age is not enough."
Miss Maryam seemed to swallow with difficulty, her whole body felt weak. Because let alone money to go to the city and the cost of operating Indi, to eat today they are still confused how.
"Oh Allah, please ..," Indi said again, slicing off Bu Maryam's heart as her birth mother.
"How, Ma? Patients no longer have time, if not immediately brought the possibility of patients and babies can survive. The journey to the city is not for a moment!" urge the midwife again while staring intently at Fatan who just silently stared at his place without thinking of a solution.
"How is this, Fatan? Don't shut up, you're her husband. Please my son," cried Miss Maryam in the end broke as well, while Fatan was still silent unmoved.