The Journey of Love Habibah..
First and last meeting

After a long and stressful journey, they finally reached the nearest hospital. Arriving at the hospital, Habibah was immediately taken to the ER room for examination. Shortly thereafter, Habibah was transferred to the operating room. Habibah had to undergo surgery immediately. Before the operation began, there was a doctor who came to see the Habibah family with a map.

" I'm sorry sir, ma'am, we're here to ask the patient's family for approval to perform this operation. And the current condition of the patient is very concerning. In addition to a lot of blood loss, children in the womb of patients with very weak conditions. His life is very small. So one of us has to sacrifice. For that we ask for approval from the patient's family first." the doctor explained, while handing over a map containing a statement that the Habibah family approved the surgery and will not demand if something happens to Habibah and aak in the womb.

Mr. Rukmana handled the affidavit with trembling hands. Then give it back to the doctor.

" Hopefully we can save both, pray for us to succeed" the doctor asked despite his unconvinced face.

" We must pray for him doc. " replied Rukmana again.

While Sumarni's mother and the others could only listen to the conversation between the doctor and Rukmana with a troubled mind.

On the other hand, Habibah who had been lying unconscious with many medical devices attached to his body, drooped on the operating bed with a pale face and a cold body.

Unbroken prayer offered by the whole family either Habibah family or family of her late husband Purnomo. Everyone was waiting for the operation to end. Every second so feels long, let alone the operation takes a long time. About two hours into the operation.

Even Ayu who was injured could not stay in her room anymore. He was forced to wait for the operation to be completed. He felt very guilty about the incident, even though everyone knew it was not his fault.

Ayu tears unceasingly flowed past her cheeks and fell on the end of her chin.

" Have Yu, this is not all your fault. These are all provisions that God has set for Habibah and his son. We can only accept this situation steadfastly and sincerely. So don't keep crying..?" said Sofia's mother calmed Ayu down to stop crying. Sofia's mother was very sad about the incident.

After waiting for two more hours, finally the operating signal light has been turned off. And soon a doctor came out of the room to see the patient's family.

" How's Doc, how's my son doing?";asked Sumarni's mother as she approached the doctor.

" The state of the mother's child is still the same as before, It's just that, we can't save the child in the womb. Even though we tried our best to save both of them, we could not. We had to put her mother ahead of her child. So forgive us if it's only her mother we've saved." replied the doctor. Not long after that there was another doctor who came out with the body of a handsome baby boy in his lap. The baby's face is very similar to Purnomo's.

The instant that also the cry of ayu broke out, He deeply regretted the incident that happened while with him. Especially when you see the face of the baby Habibah is very similar to the face of the deceased-in-law. The more guilt that haunts him.

" I'm sorry, I can't take care of your son. I've harmed them, I'm sorry." groaned ayu on the sidelines of her phangis.

" It's Yu, don't be like this. Don't let Habibah hear it. Don't hurt her feelings with something like this. He has lost two very meaningful people in his life, so don't add to his suffering because of your words like this." said Sofia's mother when she heard Ayu's moans.

" But ma..... It was my fault. If I had been more careful when bringing Habibah, this would have never happened." Ayu still blamed herself.

" It's not your fault, it's all God's will. However we avoid it it will not work if God wants this to happen. God loves that child more. May it be an intercession for his parents later in the afterlife. So, pray that Habibah can pass this test steadfastly." advises Sofia's mother again.

The body of Habibah's baby is still kept in the morgue. They were still waiting for Habibah to wake up and see his son for the first and last time. While Habibah has been transferred to the best inpatient room in the hospital. There was only one patient bed in the large room. Habibah was still lying with the same medical equipment as before the operation.

A few hours later, Habibah opened her eyes slowly. When he first opened his eyes, well the first thing he saw was a room that was all pure white. He tried to remember what happened to him. After he remembered it, he lifted his weak hand to touch his now flat stomach. Her tears slowly flowed from both corners of her eyes.

He saw his mother who fell asleep in a sitting position next to his bed. At the touch of his mother's old hand was slowly. His current feelings are very difficult to describe.

" You're sober, son, are you thirsty? Or hungry?" asked his mother so aware that his son was awake when he felt there was a touch in his hand.

" Bibah thirsty ma, could you please have a drink?" said Habibah with a raucous voice as a sign that the throat is dry.

" Yes, wait a minute." his mother immediately poured water into the glass that had been prepared on the nightstand provided by the hospital. His mother then helped him to drink, who previously raised his bed position on Habibah's head.

" Give me son, God willing, that child will be your helper and your husband in the afterlife. All are the will of God, be assured that the provision of God is best for you. So don't be sad too deeply huh?"

" Yes, ma. God willing Biibah sincere. Maybe if the boy stays alive, he will suffer because he never knows what his father looks like. Although initially Bibah hoped that the child could replace the existence of Pur mas on the side of Bibah. But it turns out that God has other plans for us." Habibah replied in a still sad tone.

"Ma, has the son of the Bible been buried?" ask Habibah suddenly.

" Oh, not yet. The doctor says wait for you to wake up, so you can see your child for the first and last time. Wait a minute, mama tell her doctor first." His mother stood up and was about to leave the room with the intention of calling her doctor.

" Where is your mom going?" ask Habibah.

" Call her doctor "her mother answered briefly.

" Not going anywhere if you want to call a doctor. Just press it." said Habibah while pointing a button on the nightstand.

" yeakah? Mama doesn't know. hehehe." replied his mother with a laugh. And Habibah just smiled at his mother who looked embarrassed because of her ignorance just now.

Soon doctors came to check on Habibah's current condition. After that, the oxygen attached to Habibahpun's nose was released. Habibah is much better than before. And habibahpun met with his baby who is now cold. Even so his handsome face was still clearly visible behind his pale body.

Habibah carried the child carefully as if afraid that the child would be disturbed by his touch. Swipe gently on both cheeks soft, then kiss the soft forehead of the baby.

Forgive Uma son, Uma is not able to take good care of you.

Allah would rather you return to Him than be at Uma's side.

Wait for Uma there, with your Abah in peace.

Pick up Uma when Uma can't find you later.

Thank you, for being present in Uma's life even for a moment.

Thank you, for accompanying the days of Uma with all your movements in the belly of Uma.

Uma is happy with you in Uma's life, even though she has to split up so soon.

Uma loves you...😢😢

Habibah's tears again wet the veil he wore. He looked at his son's face as if he wanted to paint every detail of his face in his memory. Then he handed the body back to the nurse who brought it.

" Come right away, pity that the funeral continues to be postponed. Bibah had also seen him and hugged him." Habibah told his family who were present there at the time.

That afternoon, the body of his son was buried in a public cemetery not far from Habibah's house. Habibah was only two with her mother in the hospital. Another family member went home to attend the funeral procession of his son.

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Losing something important in our lives many times is painful. But if we can give it, then it can make us become more rigid in the face of the test of life.