The Incomplete Love
Welcomes Debay

As the months go by, Dicky and Hanna enjoy their togetherness. During the holidays, Aira sometimes stayed at their home with Latifah and Fatimah. Dicky is nervous because he worries that Aira is not familiar with simplicity. But Aira did not bother.

As they all gathered together, enjoying a simple dinner, Hanna closed her eyes while thankfully hoping that when her eyes opened, it was all not a dream.

The woman did not mess with her intentions. On his father's land began to build a house for orphans. Simple but it will be nice and comfortable.

Ella facilitates the management as well as the funding of orphans and the surrounding schools are very open to accepting children who will live there for school at minimal cost.

Hanna's parents' house has been sold for a very good price. Thoriq, Hanna, and Dicky set up special accounts for Aira that could only be disbursed after the girl turned 21.

Aira insists on taking a little of the money to build a playground in the orphanage her mother built. They all agreed to name Rumah Sa’adah meaning House of Joy.

Against Latifah and Fatimah, Hanna never distinguishes from Aira. He could imagine their lives so hard without loving and loving biological parents.

The awkwardness occurred when Latifah and Fatimah called Hanna Mama, while for Dicky they still wanted to call her Oom. Aira calls Dicky Papa Dicky.

To go to work, Hanna simply bought a motorbike after getting permission from her husband. Dicky had wanted to deliver to the boarding school every day, but because the distance from the boarding school to the hospital was very far, he finally allowed.

That afternoon, Hanna stopped her bike in front of the house. He saw a woman dressed in less material standing on the porch of his house.

After removing the helmet, he pushed his motorbike into the rented house. There was no greeting from the woman earlier, so Hanna did not even pretend to look.

Deliberately pushing his motorbike to where Eliza was standing until the woman was forced to shift.

“Sorry, this is my motorcycle parking lot, excuse me."

Regardless, Hanna opened the door of the house with the key then stepped in.

“Hey, you didn't see any guests here?”

“Eh guest tho, I think a prank stand-up there. No negur, no greetings. Who, yeah?”

Hanna knew exactly that she was Eliza, her husband's stepmother.

“What kind of ghost? Don't know in-laws.”

“Partially why did Auntie not come when we got married? Meet Hanna Adinda, Aunt's daughter-in-law, his wife Dicky.” Hanna deliberately explained at length to her step-in-law. She also did not call Ma'am like her husband did.

Eliza looked at Hanna with one eye. For him someone dressed in a long, thick, covered, veiled classless of himself who is trendy and fashionable.

“Could Dicky choose a woman like you. Don't think I don't know, you're an ex-con, you've been a prostitute, a kidnapper. Hypocritical you wear a gini. Act Muslim when bastard.”

Hanna's heart was pinched, after a long time he managed to move forward now Eliza was penetrating again his sins. Presumably the digital trace will always stick.

“Well, man many khilafnya, Auntie. Now again struggling on the path of penance. Aunty has not been treated, eh ..”

Eliza mendelik's.

“Don't be insolent! Compared to you, I deserve to be Dicky's wife.”

“Yes if you don't know shame anyway. Btw Aunty what's here?”

“Nih, invitation. I want to get married. Tell Dicky I can get a lot better than the doctor kere a lot of debt kayak him.”

“Alhamdulillah.. hopefully smooth jaya. I accepted the invitation, Tan, in the Lord I came with Dicky and the children. Come on, I'm going in first. Assalamualaykum.”

Hanna deliberately did not invite in for fear that there was some bad sense that would be troublesome. Without waiting for Eliza to respond, Hanna went in and locked the door. Leaving the stuttering Eliza and kicking the door before leaving.

“Ckckck, was I like him? No morals, ah already.”

From the inside, Hanna was watching Eliza's movements. But the woman walked away and did not come back.

Hanna put the invitation on the dining table then hurriedly took the clothes and towels for the bath. Once fresh, he cooks dinner for Dicky. Frying pecel lele and sambal lalap. Simple yet delicious.

At seven o'clock after Hanna prayed, Dicky came home.

“Assalamualaykum, Darling. I'm home.”

Hanna hastened to tidy up her appearance in short pajamas because the air was hot.

“Waalaykumussalam, Mas,” replied while kissing the back of Dicky's hand.

The man did not let go of her hand instead pulled Hanna into a hug.

“Kangen ... a day peeper hugs you.”

Hanna peeked at her husband's cheek.

“Mas sit down first, I make you some warm tea, huh? Hanna also bought Mas's favorite steamed sponge at Bu Dar's stall. Get risol.” bonus

Hanna took Dicky to sit at the dinner table and grabbed the bag from her shoulder. Pour tea from a thermos and then prepare the confectionery.

She was about to sit in the chair next to Dicky when she felt her body being pulled to sit on her husband's lap.

“Sit here, Beautiful.”

Hanna chuckles. After Dicky drank tea, she fed her husband.

Dicky was happy not being a bitch, had a beautiful wife, sholihah, and served him sincerely. Not just in bed, but all Dicky needs Hanna prepared even before being asked.

“Honey, I have a surprise for you,” Dicky said as he kissed Hanna's back.

From his shirt pocket he pulled out an envelope.

“Read, deh.”

Hanna read the letter carefully.

“Maa shaa Allah, Can I get another scholarship? Ongcological Surgery? It's like Mas's ideal, right?”

Dicky nodded, his eyes staring at Hanna's ayu face. It seemed that he never got tired of looking at the face that was missed during the night. Especially when he had to keep the ER at night.

“Mas me ..”

Hanna fell silent. His eyes glare.

“Hanna, you why?”

“Nothing.”

Hanna ran to the bathroom and vomited her stomach. Dicky helps nape. Hanna kept vomiting until the yellow liquid came out. Watering eyes.

“Mas, lemes bang.”

“Here I carry to the room. After that I balurin same oil wind.”

Only when Dicky picked her up, Hanna jumped down and hunted to the bathroom and vomited again, even though her stomach was empty.

After he calms down, Dicky takes Hanna to his room.

“Mas, shower gih, I'm not as strong as it smells.”

Dicky frowned. Hanna was never sensitive to smells.

“Honey, when was the last time you mens?”

“Lupa, the note is in the app. But this month I haven't been menstruating.”

“Okay, I take a shower first, keep me to the pharmacy buy test pack.”

“Pregnant acid anyway?”

“Darling, I pound you every night, it's natural that you're pregnant.” Dicky Sumringah's face was hopeful.

“Mas, but if it turns out not pregnant?”

“Ya means we will be more active in making love.” Dicky chuckled as he gently ruffled Hanna's head.

It was that easy going trait that Hanna liked from her husband. Dicky always looked at everyone with gratitude. In his life, he has experienced a lot of misery.

The man rushed into the bathroom. Maybe just a duck bath because not up to five minutes is ready to go to the pharmacy that is not far from their home.

Fifteen minutes later, Dicky leads Hanna, who is feeling better, to the bathroom.

He was about to open Hanna's pants when prevented.

“Mas I can do it myself.”

“No papa I help, don't be ashamed, I've seen all your own. Anyway I'm a doctor here,” he said unclear, which is important Hanna according to. Dicky wears rubber gloves and is ready to take an art water reservoir.

Hanna blinked an eye. She was embarrassed to pee in front of her husband. But at that time Dicky put up a mooring face, indisputable.

After holding his wife's urine, Dicky took it a little with a pipette and then dripped it into the test pack. While waiting he was about to help clean up his wife's core area.

“Mas did not want ..” Hanna completely refused. She immediately grabbed the dipper and then splashed her husband away.

Dicky chuckled and let his wife finish her activities. Meanwhile, his heart was beating waiting for the results of the test pack.

“Mas, how?”

Hanna touches Dicky's arm.

“Mas ... mas, I am not pregnant huh?”

Dicky turned around, his face teary. He gave me a test pack. Now replace Hanna who gaped.

Dicky pulled his wife's hand out of the bathroom. Clenched tightly and then kissed Hanna's face in a row.

“Thank you my dear, you are pregnant with my child.”

Still unable to believe that God was once again giving her happiness, Hanna looked at Dicky's face still soaked in tears.

“I love you, Hello Kitty-ku .

***

Tens of thousands of kilometers in a small town in Switzerland. Qiara and Devan walked down the country road in an autumn setting.

Qiara's already large stomach did not detract from her charm. Feeling Qiara's cold hand in the gang, Devan took off his jacket and put it on to his wife.

“You don't get cold later, Dev?”

“Now, Honey. We ngeteh at the cafe yuk. Let you rest too. Tired right?”

“Alhamdulillah pregnancy I never had anything troublesome. It's not easy to cape either. Makasi ya want nemenin his wife who again needs healing.”

“Anything for you, My Love.”

“Fix, we go to the cafe, your lips are cold.”

“Angetin first..”.

Understand the code of his wife, Devan then embrace his wife giving a long and warm kiss.

Just now they were sitting in the cafe a group of teenagers emerged from the street corner.

“Daddy, Buna!”

Three boys who have similar faces immediately race to their parents. A big new teenage daughter reluctant to follow the behavior of her sisters chose to walk casually while still watching the Triplets.

“Healing time is over,” Devan smiled welcoming three teenage boys who immediately sat on the benches next to his desk and scrambled to order a drink. They are like a storm.

Abby sat next to her mother and immediately shook her head while holding her mother's stomach.

“Buna ..”

“Way where was it?” Qiara asked gently while tidying up Abigail's veil.

“Nemenin Triplets buy ice cream. Hayya for pistaccio ice cream. Built-in orok.”

“Hush!” Qiarw pinched his daughter's nose.

“Now if traveling our members are reduced, yes. Ordinary there is Liam same Mas Kala.” Abby said in a sulking tone.

“Tadi Liam, video call, give me the campus. It seems he prefers psychology at Oxford rather than London,” Devan said while showing photos sent by Liam.

Abby takes her father's phone and then observes the photos Liam sent.

“Daddy, mmm if I want to be a chef, okay? I was pastatin there is a simple cooking school that is in front.“

As the only daughter before her sister was born, Abby did spend time in the kitchen with Qiara. Especially now that Qiara holds the management of several hotels and restaurants belonging to the Donavy group, Abby often helps in the kitchen.

“Daddy and Buna support you one hundred percent. All good ideals must be realized.”

“Abby want school where?”

“If possible, in Switzerland. Abby also wants to go to a hospitality school. Let's help Mommy take care of her hotel Grandpa.”

The triumvirate approached while carrying his ordered drink. They heard her brother talk to Buna and Daddy.

“Azka wants to be a pilot!”

“Barran wants to be an architect and interior designer kayak Buna.”

“Hayyan doesn't know what to be.”

Hayyan sat leaning against her father. Among the three storms, Hayyan was the most spoiled. Perhaps because his birth time had experienced respiratory failure, Qiara and Devan became more protective of him.

“You became a soldier,” ledek Barran while chuckling because Hayyan as the most spoiled not his model into the army.

“Barran ..” Devan reprimands.

Hayyan cut down on her brother. In a pretentious tone he said, “I will be a great soldier! Later I ask Mas Kala ajaein I fight.”

Qiara looked at Hayyan worriedly. Whether his son really wants to be a soldier or just does not want to lose.

Devan held Qiara's hand soothingly, his eyes staring gently at his wife who finally nodded slowly.

Abby catches the affection of her parents and hopes that later she and her partner can be like them. While Azka who also saw the moment even pretended to vomit.

“Aduh!” Qiara held her stomach.

“Why baby?”

“Custom, debay likes to kick. Ouch!” Qiara groans. He looked worried.

“Dev, how does it feel like I used to want Kalandra's birth. Though it is still four weeks away should be.”

“The third trimester can start there is a false contraction or yes it is really premature.”

Abby snorted at her father's words. “Daddy nih, don't soothe once.”

Triplets stood beside their mother with anxious faces.

Devan told Qiara to straighten her legs and then she checked the position of the baby by holding her stomach.

Shortly after, Qiara returned. Devan tells Azka to call an ambulance.

“Udah to be born yes, Dev?”

“Hmm yes my guess.”

“Well, at least I entered the hospital wearing cool clothes deh.”

Barran and Hayyan were now standing next to his mother while massaging her shoulders.

“Inbreath of Buna, let's count Barran.” Baran gave instructions for having delivered Qiara pregnant gymnastics.

Abby called her sisters. They're all worried. Liam booked a ticket to Switzerland. When asked to be given continuous updates.

The intensity of Qiara's contractions increased. Now the woman who owns the cafe also helps by bringing a warm towel to wipe the forehead of Qiara who began to sweat.

“Later for your children I deliver by car,” said the woman kindly offered.

“Joseph, get the car!” He told a man standing behind the cash register. How long the ambulance arrived. Devan went straight in with Qiara. Azka pays for food and drinks and gets into the car with the woman who owns the stall.

Qiara's amniotic fluid broke once she reached the hospital and unwittingly she had reached the ninth opening. While the nurse was preparing for Qiara, Devan wore a special suit to accompany his wife.

“Well, well, who would have thought a Doctor Devan was in a hamlet hospital like this.”

Devan immediately turned to look at Doctor Nadine Grayson standing behind him.

“Quiet, I won't bother you anymore. Especially with your three children who are jumping in the waiting room.”

Devan flinched, he saw Nadine had been wearing a special suit.

“Doctors who will help my wife?” Ask alert.

“Yep! Ironic, yes. Must help the man who made me go to the periphery like this.”

Devan stared intently, anger bubbling.

“I don't need your help.” Devan said furiously.

“Well, this country has a strange rule that prohibits doctors from helping their family members. So, yeah, you guys stuck with me.”

“Nadine ..”

A specially dressed doctor approached Nadine.

“Stop it! You almost made Doctor Devan explode. Forgive my wife, she did plan this once she saw you guys enter the ER. I just didn't think he was actually doing it. I am Doctor Calvin who will be the doctor of anesthesia.”

“I’m sorry Doctor Devan. I just can’t help it. I'm trying to match your wife's gangster-like behavior to make me change my mind.”

Calvin kissed the head of his wife. Now Devan can see that Nadine is also pregnant.

“So you regret being dumped here, Darling?” Calvin asked with loving eyes.

“Never ..” Nadine blushed. Devan smiled wryly, his chest was still hot residual emotion facing Nadine's frown.

“I'll be in the operating room accompanying my wife,” she replied flatly. He still does not believe in Nadine and Calvin. Given how sneaky Nadine used to be.

“It would be an honor, Sir.” Calvin replied respectfully to the illustrious senior doctor.

“I’m really sorry Doctor Devan. I will work better for Lady Qiara and baby,” said Nadine who now feels bad.

Devan just nodded and smiled at a glance then poked into the operating room. He planned to tell Qiara about Nadine so that his wife would not be shocked.

In the operating room Qiara was already prepared for a caesarean section. Devan stroked the head of the woman who was his port of love.

“Honey, before you start don't be surprised, you will be handled by Nadine Grayson and her husband Calvin Kohl. They've been talking to me.

“What? God, why is my birth always like this? Kala, born on a rug helped by a paralyzed doctor. Abby was born after a battle. Hayyan failed to breath. Now, helped the same ...” Qiara continued ramming until she saw Nadine and her husband enter.

“Mrs Qiara, what's the news? Remember me?” Nadine asked in a cold tone.

“Nadine, never mind,” Calvin gently touches his wife's shoulder.

“Im sorry my wife. She is indeed guilty of both of you, but Nadine is so inspired by you, Lady Qiara.”

“Mrs Qiara, Doctor Devan, I'm sorry to have troubled you both. But you really inspire me. Smart, valiant, straightforward.“

Qiara and Devan saw so much change happening to Nadine. If it used to be arrogant and cold, now he becomes someone who is humble and warm.

Qiara reached out to Nadine. “Peace?”

Nadine shaking with eyes glittering wit, “Peace.”

Devan wondered why Qiara was acting like that.Aware of her husband's astonished gaze, Qiara whispered, “You guys are crazy aja.”

Devan held back the laughter. Qiara never stopped giving surprises, until she fell in love repeatedly with the mother who was about to give birth to her child.

“Can we start?” Ask Devan Nadine and Calvin.

“Ready!” Calvin immediately moved to give the epidural.

In less than thirty minutes, baby cries filled the operating room.

“Alhamdulillah,” says Qiara and Devan together.

“Baby girl, welcome ..” says pediatrician who receives a red baby who keeps crying.

After being wrapped in a blanket, the baby girl was given to Qiara. Repeatedly giving birth still made Qiara shed tears.

“His face is like yours, beautiful,” said Devan full of days.

“What’s her name?” Ask Calvin.

“Zahratul Jannah Donavy.”

***