The Former Cassanova
Female

“Then how is my wife, Doc?”

“Bu Ririn is still unconscious due to the influence of drugs. We will perform a curette action to remove the remaining dead tissue in the uterus. Or to clean the uterus.”

“Dok, can I see my future child? I want to know the gender of my child-to-be.”

The doctor was silent for a moment staring at Deka. “Good, I allow you to see the fetus, if you are strong. But, later after the curette process is finished.”

“Iya, Doc, thank you.”

“Sama-sama, Mr. Deka. I live first.”

“Iya, Doc.”

After the doctor left, Deka again lamented his sadness. I never thought I would lose Akachan so soon. His hopes of meeting Akachan are dashed already. Decays with happiness that just crashes.

His dream of welcoming Akachan with a happy smile would never come true. Along with the nelangsa that cram the heart.

He who was too happy yesterday, felt fallen. He who was so happy yesterday, felt as sad as he was.

Deka sat in the waiting room chair. He covered his face with both hands whose elbows rested on the thighs. His shoulders were shaking, a sign that he was crying. He had never felt lost before. Never experienced this much sadness.

“Bapak, who is patient yes, who is sincere. Maybe this has not been the sustenance of Father and Mother. God willing, you will get another chance to have children. Mother same Father ‘kan is still young, there are still many opportunities.” Bi Iroh tried to calm Deka down. He knew very well how happy the master was these few months.

“Iya, Sir. My mother said, losing a child means saving the afterlife. Children who died as children will help their parents in the afterlife, as long as the parents are sincere when given the fate of losing children. My mother also lost a few children. His word means his savings are many,” timpal Sanah.

“The father should be strong. If you are sad, how do you feel, you must be even sadder,” said Bi Iroh.

“Betul, Sir. The father who later must calm Mother,” timpal Sanah again.

Deka opened her hands that covered her face. He raised his face staring at the two house assistants in turn. “Thank you, yes,” he said.

“Amin.” Both ARTs were compact.

“Hopefully you will soon get pregnant again, and congratulations and smoothly, healthy until delivery in the second pregnancy later,” said Bi Iroh. Which is covered by Sanah.

“Amin, thank you yes,” reply Deka.

Thirty minutes later, the doctor has finished performing a curettage or curettage medical procedure. While Ririn is still in the monitoring of doctors and nurses to make sure there are no complications such as severe bleeding or infection after curettage.

The nurse takes Deka to see the fetus, her future child who has died before the time of birth. Deka had consulted with Ustaz Arif—ustaz who guided him all this time.

According to the ustaz, a fetus miscarries before a perfect four months, there is no aqiqah, is not named, is not saluted, and can be buried anywhere. While the miscarriage after four months, this fetus has blown the spirit. So that his body is named, bathed, pardoned, can be shalati, and buried with other Muslims.

Deka tears shed when staring at the fetus that has formed to resemble the baby candidate. There were feet, hands, head, just his face was not perfect and his size was very small.

The female Deka child candidate is only 4 inches tall and weighs 0.02 kg. Size ... sorry, lizard.

“My child candidate, what gender, Sus?” ask Deka.

“Female, Sir," said the nurse.

“Yes Allah, if you lived and were born as normal as any other baby, Mommy would be happy. You will definitely be beautiful like Mommy,” muttered Deka in heart. She remembered that Ririn wanted a daughter.

“Pardon daddy and Mommy yes, Honey. Since it cannot keep you until the time of our encounter,” shimmily Deka with a vibrating voice.

“Congratulate Mommy and daddy in order to sincerely accept your loss,” Deka said in between sobs.