The Incomplete Love
Aira

Thoriq stood up agitatedly. Uncomfortable in activities that he thinks are not important. Hanna forced him to take pre-Christmas photos.

Hanna looks very beautiful, with a pink pregnant dress that opens, hair down. That's how Hanna's style is now, having forgotten her veil and long dress.

“Mari, Sir, two more shots,” call photographer.

Hanna wrapped her hands around Thoriq's nape, one hand of Thoriq coiling to Hanna's waist. The photographer asked Thoriq to bring his face closer to Hanna as if he was about to kiss her while Hanna was asked to look at Thoriq with a timid look.

Thoriq follows all the directions of the photographer hoping that the shooting session will end soon. His head was pulsing again.

“Mas, later Hanna want to worry about caesar aja yes, Hanna is afraid of normal mingelirin,” said the pregnant woman while waiting for the photographer to set a new setting. Pampered Hanna leaned her body and head against Thoriq's chest. His legs were slouching on the sofa where they sat waiting.

“Millions of women have a normal birth, Hanna.”

“I'm not the millions of women, it's good. I also have hired a photographer to record my caesarean process, already get a hospital permit too, as long as there is only one photographer who entered.”

Thoriq did not reply, his finger was busy massaging his throbbing head.

Hanna turned her face to Thoriq's.

“Mas seneng no heck Hanna want to mingelahirin.”

“Seneng, dong. From the beginning I was waiting to see the baby Mas.”

“Our baby. What name do you want, Mom? Hanna really can't follow me by name?”

“Later if you were born Mas tell you, yes.” Thoriq stroked Hanna's head.

“Moga-may our baby can make us love each other yes, Mas. Hanna is very dear to Mas Thoriq,” he said while kissing Thoriq's lips.

Smiling, Thoriq kissed Hanna's forehead without replying.

Hanna turned her head back to her husband's chest. His eyes were disappointed. Hope the word of love for her comes out of her husband's lips.

***

Two days later, Hanna had walked into the Super VIP room. Grandpa and Grandma came from Solo. They were expecting to meet their great-grandchildren.

The next day, Hanna will have a caesarean section. Hanna in such a way decorated her treatment room with pink balloons. His friends came back.

Not to forget Hanna did update to her social media page and immediately get a response from hundreds of thousands of fans. Her ayu face and her age are still fairly young plus a beautiful husband makes a lot of that makes Hanna and Thoriq as couple goals.

Thoriq sat on his wife's bed, letting the photographer take their photos many times as Hanna requested.

After moving on, Thoriq had heard one of Hanna's friends say, “Suami lu gantengnya kebangetan deh, Han. Be careful who snatches.”

“Gue brush the chick. How dare you steal my man!” Hanna answered with the laughter of her friends.

One of Hanna's friends secretly throws a teasing wink at Thoriq. Not replying, Thoriq turned his gaze away. He did not need thousands of beautiful women to praise and tease him.

After all this time, only one woman he still expected a presence in his life was empty.

Grandfather realized how much Thoriq disliked the situation back then.

“Hanna, can Grandpa and Grandma go to the cafe with your husband? Grandpa is a little sleepy.”

“Bby, Kek.” Hanna waved to her thinly smiling husband.

At the cafe, Thoriq ordered food and caffe lattes for his grandparents. After that he sat down in front of two people whom he greatly respected.

“Sorry ..” Grandpa says softly.

Thoriq's forehead wrinkled. “For what, Cake?”

“Taking your happiness.”

Thoriq sighed, his eyes glaring far away.

“Grandfather is not wrong. It is Thoriq's duty to obey Grandpa and Grandma.”

“Grandpa and Grandma can only pray for your happiness and Hanna.”

“We in shaa Allah are happy. I can't wait to meet Thoriq.”'s son For a moment, Thoriq's eyes sparkled when talking about the baby he was waiting for.

“May the presence of children make your relationship improve. Children need love from both parents. In shaa Allah.”

Thoriq sipped bitter coffee, he hoped that the presence of a child would reduce the void in his life.

***

The next day, Hanna is taken to the operating room. Thoriq came in to accompany his wife. Hanna continued to hold tightly onto Thoriq's hand. Before entering the operating room, Hanna called a make up artist to apply makeup and do her hair.

“I want to be beautiful to welcome my son, Mas,” she said when Thoriq expressed his disapproval.

“Mas don't like it if all of you post social media,” reply Thoriq briefly.

“Followers Hanna riding the same post. Hanna still wants to call MUA and hair dresser.”

Thoriq sniffed his shoulders and refocused his attention on the work his men sent him via email.

This was where now, Thoriq was with Hanna and a photographer waiting in the operating room.

An anesthesiologist injects an epidural. Not long after the doctor started the cesarean section.

Hanna felt her stomach being pushed gently from above and finally the sound of the baby's cries breaking filled the operating room.

Thoriq looked at the beautiful baby girl. His skin is white like his mother's. His nose and face were like that of Thoriq. There is a cleavage that is even immediately visible.

“Mas, our son,” Hanna cried touched. The expected baby can make Thoriq love her.

“Please diadzanin, Sir.”

The sisters took the baby and then carefully handed it over to Thoriq. Glazed, Thoriq stared at the beautiful little baby who was now in his arms.

Slowly he recited the Adhan. Happy tears wet both of her cheeks. Hanna looked at her husband haru and expectantly. Thoriq would love her wholeheartedly for the sake of their baby.

***

Hanna is now in the treatment room with Grandpa, Grandma, and the baby. Thoriq was out to see a nurse.

Many of Hanna's friends looked up, bringing various gifts for the needs of the mother and baby.

“Mana nih, Father, would like to thank you,” asked Merry, one of Hanna's friends.

“This is it, this Mas my friends would like to thank you congratulations.”

Hanna's friends rushed over to kiss Thoriq on the cheek, as was the custom among them.

Thoriq took a step back and clenched his hands, kindly saying, “Thank you for looking.”

Then he approached the box where the baby was sleeping.

Hanna's friends stare in surprise, while Hanna is embarrassed by Thoriq's behavior, which she thinks is like the people in her hometown.

Not paying attention, Thoriq took the sleeping baby in the box.

“Wash hands first, before holding the baby, Thoriq,” said Grandma reminded.

“Udah was outside, Nek,” he replied without taking his eyes off the sleeping baby girl.

“Ehm, what's the name of his son, Mas?” Diana asked, another friend of Hanna's.

Thoriq holds the baby.

“Bismillaah, introduce this is Kamelia Aira Putri Thoriq. Her call is Aira.”

Hanna covered her open mouth, trying to cover up the disappointment. He pretended to laugh and accepted. In the presence of his friends he wants to be seen as a couple who love and support each other.

Grandpa glanced at Grandma.

“Aira, isn't that name very close to Qiara?” Inner Grandma in heart.

“Thoriq has registered to civil records and is being processed. He's the day the deed will be, in shaa Allah,” continued Thoriq again.

“The name is very good, once again congratulations, yes, Mas Thoriq, Hanna, Grandpa, and Grandma.” After saying goodbye, Hanna's friends left the room.

Thoriq still continued to hold Aira, looking at her lovingly.

A pair of eyes looked at him disappointedly. Hanna hoped that Thoriq would share happiness with her. But her husband only occasionally asked about the situation or helped her if needed.

There is no thank you even for the kiss for conceiving and giving birth to a healthy and beautiful baby. Hanna looked at Thoriq who was coolly carrying Aira. The look she so desperately wanted from her husband.

Suddenly Baby Aira cried. Thoriq was about to hand over to Hanna for breast-feeding.

“Mas, Hanna already brought formula milk, same sister already made and then put in the box warmer.”

Thoriq's forehead wrinkled. Haven't asked, Grandma's been preying.

“Sui your child Hanna, precisely in this new period of childbirth, your milk will release colostrum which is good for the baby's endurance.”

“Hanna's stitches are still sore, Grandma. Hanna has it all ready. Later if you've done well too Hanna will milkin.”

“Sini Mas help to sit down so you can breastfeed.”

“Mas, later yes, Hanna is still not very good. There's a baby sitter outside, her name's Bu Darsih. If Mas bothered, just call Bu Darsih to give milk to Ai .. Aira,” said Hanna faltered saying her baby's nickname. He wanted to protest but for this he did not dare to refute Thoriq.

“Hanna, please, you suckle Aira, she cries louder.”

Grandpa and Grandma looked at each other. They are also disappointed at Hanna's attitude which they value has changed greatly. Moreover, Hanna did not want to breastfeed Aira.

Eventually Hanna took the baby and tried to breastfeed. Thoriq sat beside Hanna.

“Alhamdulillah mistress pinter,” Thoriq said to Grandpa and Grandma.

While Hanna breastfed with worry, she heard many stories of her friends that the shape of the breasts would change after breastfeeding.

His mind floated on the various breast-tightening treatments he had to take if it happened.

“Mas, *******I am sick. Aira's tongue is very rough,” her whining spoiled.

Grandma again replied, “It feels like that at the beginning of breastfeeding. You're patient, Hanna. Now that you are a mother, have much to give up for the child.”

Hanna did not reply, her eyes looking at the baby who was greedy in her arms. Thoriq touched Aira's forehead and kissed her slowly.

“I love you Aira,” whispered.

***