The Neglected Pearl
Part 120 Had a miscarriage
It seems that God gave such a canary to the Mang Ojo family, problems always come in turn, one with the other.
That afternoon all seemed happy to see Rumana had come out of prison, while joking in the living room, Riswan immediately expressed his desire to return to the city of Padang.
“Why Daddy and Mom want to go home quickly?” tanya Nurul wants to know.
“We want to return to our homeland son, let us spend the rest of our lives there.”
“Did Mom and Dad not wait after the birth of my baby?"
“Neventless son, later if you have a chance bring him to meet us in Padang, we will be very happy.”
Nurul could not answer her mother-in-law's words, because at that time the water had flooded her beautiful eyes.
“You are a good son Nurul, you are a very perfect daughter-in-law of Mom, you have a sincere heart, Mom and Dad are very proud. For that both of us will always ber’a hopefully after the birth of your baby, you get a better and responsible husband.”
“Insya Allah Bu,” answered Nurul while hugging his Mother-in-law.
After asking for permission to return to his hometown in the city of Padang, Nurul now lives alone to bear the sadness of being lived by his loved ones.
When the plane took off, Nurul suddenly experienced a great pain in his stomach, Nurul screamed so strongly, that all his brothers became shocked.
Nurul tried to hold his sick stomach, but thick blood suddenly flowed in both calves, not long after, Nurul fainted.
Defi who saw blood in both of Nurul's calves, he felt so sure that Nurul had a miscarriage.
Defi along with the others, immediately escaped Nurul to the hospital, along the way Fatma continued to cry incessantly.
“Patient mother yes,” Zakia told the grief-soluble Fatma.
“I'm sure, if Nurul had a miscarriage Kia,” said Fatma in a soft voice.
“Iya, I also feel so Bu.”
“It turns out the baby did not want to stay with us.”
“Iya, Mom,” replied Zakia who also cried with Fatma.
The sadness experienced by Fatma, also felt by others, Ahong who was driving Zaki, even almost grazed a pedestrian, because he was too fast to drive his car.
“Aaaaa!” yelled at everyone in the car.
“Be careful Sir!” mang Ojo said to Ahong.
“Good, Sir,” jawan Ahong with soft voice.
“Do not want to save one life, it will lose seven lives at once.”
“Iya, sir.”
After getting a warning from Mang Ojo, Ahong started driving his car cautiously, because he was afraid that he would have an accident like the one Randi was in at that time.
A few hours drive, the car entered the parking lot, when several nurses immediately came to help Nurul. And Mang Ojo's little daughter was handled by a doctor in the ER room.
Mang Ojo and the others were very worried, they were walking back and forth in the waiting room, no one was able to talk at that time, because they were focused on Nurul who was undergoing treatment.
As everyone waited in concentration, from inside the ER room, Zaki appeared to come out in sweat.
“What's up, why are you sad?” ask the impatient Fatma.
“Nurul had a miscarriage Bu,” said Zaki slowly.
“Why can it fall? Is not the content of Nurul has reached five months more.”
“In fact, we've seen the baby's blob Bu.”
“Oh, unfortunately your fate son,” said Fatma as she looked at Nurul from the window.
Two days after experiencing his critical period, Nurul finally regained consciousness, his eyes were so wild to see the room around him.
“I am where?” tanya Nurul wants to know.
“You are in the hospital nak.”
“Where is my baby Bu?” ask Nurul at that time.
Fatma did not answer him immediately, because she hesitated to speak, afraid that Nurul would not be ready to accept it later. For that Fatma tried to look to the others.
Everything seemed to nod its head, like it was giving a sentence, that Fatma had to answer it honestly. Then, with courage, Fatma tried to tell Nurul the truth.
“Your baby won't be with us Nak.”
Hearing the words from his mother, Nurul only acted ordinary, he was not even sad at all to hear the news.
Fatma was surprised by Nurul's cold attitude, she tried to find out the truth.
“What's with you, son?”
“What's wrong with me? Mean Mom what?”
“You are not sad to lose your baby.”
“I am tired of being sad Mom, I am tired of crying, if everyone wants to go, let them go, may Allah accept them in his paradise.”
“Aamiin!” answer everything simultaneously.
Seeing Nurul not dissolve in his sadness, Fatma seemed to smile happily, because her fear no longer whack her heart.
At that moment everything seemed happy and did not drag on in a long sadness, suddenly from the outside with someone knocking on the door, all of them simultaneously turned their heads out.
“There is coming,” said Intan while holding his daughter.
“Assalamua’alikum.”
“Wa’alaikum salam.”
Then the three men who had just come, went straight into the room where Nurul was treated, Mang Ojo who did not know the man who came, tried to greet him kindly.
“Pak!” sapa Nurul smiled at the three.
Then one of them turned to Mang Ojo, who looked astonished at their arrival.
“Father of his parents Nurul?”
“Iya, sir,” replied Mang Ojo while welcoming a helping hand from the man.
“I'm CEO, where Nurul works.”
“Ooo, Mr a CEO, yes?”
“But if this hospital, I'm nobody, so you don't have to worry about me.”
Mang ojo who did not understand anything, seemed to smile kindly, serving the three men.
“I heard, she said Nurul had a miscarriage, so I was with a colleague and a child came here.”
“Iya, Mr. yesterday after releasing the return of his parents at the airport, Nurul immediately experienced pain, so we brought him here.
Hearing the explanation from Mang Ojo, the man seemed to nod his head, a sign that he was very familiar with what Mang Ojo said at that time.
“By the way, you know where Nurul was having a miscarriage from?”
“Kemaren afternoon, Nurul secretary I told to see the condition of Nurul who had three days not entered work, then the maid at the house of the Father who told her that Nurul had a miscarriage.”
“Ooo, so.”
“Secretary Nurul is my own son,” replied the man later.
“Ooo!” those were the only words they could say at the time.
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