The Crown
Baby Twins

Mbok Darmi was incessantly crying, even with my two servants. While Mr. Sam looks busy calling.

No I ignore the pain that crushes all the strength I've had all along. In my heart I just prayed, Save my two babies.

"You stopped crying. It won't solve the problem." Mr. Sam yelled a little at Mbok and Darmi and Remi.

"Non, hold on, yeah. The strong. Non-prolonged for the twins." Mbok Darmi clasped my fingers tightly, as if to give me strength.

He is strict and may look fierce, but in fact he is good. During my big pregnancy, my legs were swollen and she was the one who always diligently made her own coconut oil to rub her legs and massage her slowly.

Every evening when going to sleep, and every morning when waking up.

Now, she's crying when my stomach is contracting. Not because it is sad to see me in pain, but because my gestational age is still not old enough.

Excessive sadness when hearing news of Arzhan's engagement, made my womb affected by it. I had a severe contraction followed by amniotic fluid seepage.

Prolonged fatigue and also physical and psychological conditions that do not allow me to carry out labor as normal, I do not have the energy to circulate, finally the doctor suggested that I give birth as a cesarean.

"Sir Sam please sign. Save my baby immediately."

Sam immediately signed a letter of approval. I was taken to the operating room for emergency action. My fetal heart rate is weak. So did I, finally with tears, Mr. Sam signed a letter so that the doctor pinned my fetus first if there is a possibility that happened beyond expectations.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Heavy, very heavy. Pain all over the body, and pain in the abdomen. I heard the sound of a heart-beating machine. Oxygen that blows into the nasal cavity, devices attached to the chest, fingers and toes.

Little by little I could look around. Only I am alone with the various tools that accompany.

Thirsty. That's the first time I felt. I wanted to scream, but I felt too weak to open my mouth.

The sound of the door opening, it seemed like someone had entered. Sure enough, it's a nurse.

"Thank God you're awake, wait a minute I'll call the doctor."

Nurse, wait! Get me a drink. Oh my God, why did he leave again.

Not long after the door opened again, this time it sounded more noisy than before. Many footsteps and the sound of someone sobbing.

That's Mama. Yes, it's Mama.

"Itsia." My hysterical mother saw me. He came over and was about to hug, but the doctor forbade him.

"I'll check first, Mom. Just a minute."

The doctor checks from top to bottom. Checking eyes, nose, mouth and everything.

I blinked my eyes twice.

"Do you know this guy?" He pointed at Mama. I blinked my eyes again.

"Then do you know who he is?"

I blinked my eyes again.

"Alhamdulillah, my mother and father are fine. It's just that he just woke up so don't be too bothered. He has been in a coma for two weeks. Give her a little time to balance herself."

"Okay, Doctor."

"Give him a drink but just slowly. Not too much either."

"Of course doctors. Thank you for the care you gave my daughter."

"Together, Sir. This has become our duty. Then I stay. Sus, please monitor his general condition and vital signs."

A nurse accompanied me here with my mom and dad. The oxygen hose, which was originally wearing a convex mask, is now replaced with a hose that has two inlets into my nostrils.

"Drink slowly, son." Mama gave me a drink with a spoon.

I really wanted to take a sip straight out of one glass, only I really did not have the energy.

"Well, you want to see your baby? He is healthy and very funny. Although not enough months, their weight is normal."

I blinked my eyes twice.



My tears are shed. That little angel was actually born from my womb. They look so funny.

There is something creeping into the heart, warm and peaceful. A feeling that makes me feel very happy.

"You're great, son. Now you are a mother of two sweet children. Look, it's women and men. You have a pair of twins." My mom hugged me carefully.

Those eyes no longer held any anger and hatred for me. Everything's lost. There was only happiness emanating from the faces of Mama and Papa.

"Do you have a name for them?"

Yeah, I've got names for both of them.