THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Premature

People in the fog heard the screams of Bu Inah. Adi Pak

the one who was reading the email reports from his men rushed out. Grandpas

it was also panic knowing the condition of the grandson.

Azka who was in the workspace with her eyes as well

exit immediately. Eyang Probo cleared the files he had selected immediately

follows.

“Azka, prepare the car! We take Via immediately to the hospital,” command Eyang Probo.

Azka ran out. He put the car near the terrace.

Shortly thereafter, Via was taken out and into the car

the Eyang Probo. Bu Inah accompanied in the passenger seat with Pak Adi.

Eyang Probo sat next to Azka who was driving the car.

“Mbok, prepare clothes and other Via needs! Later on

delivered Nak Yudi, yes!” order Mr. Adi before the car leaves.

“Ready, Sir,” replied Mbok Minah.

Azka drove the car immediately. He drives with speed

average 60 kph. Fortunately, the traffic condition is not too crowded until it

you can press the gas pedal deep enough.

As soon as IGD arrives, Dr. Haris is ready to welcome them.

On the way to the hospital, Eyang Probo had already contacted the son

that single, tell the condition of Via. While the officer is quick

move Via's body up the gurney and push in.

“What really happened? Via didn't fall, did it?” ask

doctor Haris.

“To my knowledge, Ms Via told me to make drinks for Mr Probo and Mas Azka

let them enjoy the dishes. Know-how Mrs Via is in pain in space

the meal. When Mbok Marsih and I wanted to bring Ma'am Via to the room, it turned out to be a game

Ma'am Via wet and I'm sure it's amniotic fluid,” story Bu Inah.

“You didn't check on your son-in-law?” ask Eyang Probo.

“Haris is an internal medicine specialist. The condition of Via

berkitan with kibet. So, the obstetrician handles. Usually

doctor umu first. But, once Haris was told Ayang about Via, Haris asked

obstetrician to IGD.”

Eyang Probo and Grandpa Adi looked a little relieved hearing

doctor Haris's explanation. The two white-haired men chose to sit on the chairs

introductory.

“Haris stay inside first. Haris will report the results

inspection Via,” pmit Haris.

“Go! Contact us soon, yes!” the Eyang Probo Command.

Before entering, Haris told Azka to

contacting mother.

“Dok, doctor's daughter has KPD. Fetal age 30 weeks 5 days. There is a 3 opening. Our diagnosis of chorioamnionitis. “

Doctor Haris' forehead is wrinkled. He certainly understands the medical term used.

“He must be born prematurely?”

“Iya. It must be SC. Mother's condition does not allow normal lairan.”

“Do your best!” doctor Haris' orders.

“Who will sign the approval letter ?”

The doctor handed it to a nurse to ask for

signature of the patient's family. Once out, the two people were waiting

the great-grandson approached and charged with various questions.

Getting a series of questions, the nurse carefully

explain the condition of Via. Adi's grandfather immediately took and signed the patient's family consent letter.

Just now that the nurse came back inside, Miss Aisyah came. With a breath of breath, the middle-aged woman asked about Via.

"How's Via? She...he...is fine, right?" asked Miss Aisyah worriedly.

"Relax, Mother. The medical team is preparing the best course of action for him. She will soon give birth through a cesarean section" Azka explained.

"Birth? Meaning premature?" Ms. Aisyah still looked anxious.

Azka nodded, signaling a justification. Miss Aisyah let out a heavy sigh.

The seconds felt so slow changing. They alternately looked into the IGD waiting for news of the Via. As soon as Dr. Haris came out, they came closer.

"Via was immediately taken to the surgical installation. The room is right over there" Dr. Haris said.

All walk towards IBS following Dr. Haris' instructions. They again wait for the operation process that must be done Via.

About an hour later, Dr. Haris came out. He was not involved in the operation. However, he monitored the birth of his first grandchild.

"How, Dad? Our grandchild was born? Healthy, right?" asked Ms. Aisyah impatiently.

"Alhamdulillah. He's a man" replied Dr. Haris.

"When can we see the baby?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Propsy. Because premature, the age of the womb has not reached 34 weeks, the condition of the lungs is not yet mature. Weight is less than 2 kg. He had to be treated in an incubator and now taken to the peristi room."

"What about Via?" ask Mr. Adi again.

"Via's fine. He was soon transferred to a care ward. Need for Via already prepared?" doctor Haris asked back.

"So Mbok Marsih was told to prepare and follow here ushered Pak Yudi. Wait a minute, Azka call first" Azka replied.

Before long they saw the gurney carrying Via out of the operating room. They followed the nurse who pushed the gurney.

After Via was in the treatment room, the nurses said goodbye. The Via family swarmed the woman who had just become a mother.

"Congratulations, Via. Your son has been born. Thank God," said Ms. Aisyah.

"Yes, Bun. Thank you," said Via weakly.

Via's eyes looked teary. No need to wait long, the water began to pass through his cheeks.

Inner Via feels sliced. He had long been waiting for the birth of his baby with Farhan. In his mind, he imagined how Farhan was waiting for him to give birth. The father of the baby welcomed the birth of their child with haru and full of joy.

However, the shadow was shattered by the tragic accident that befell Farhan. The man was not present when their baby was born.

"Our boy, Hubbiy. Guess right. Hubbiy's happy, right?" inner Via.

Seeing the reaction of Via, Bu Aisyah understood what Via was feeling. He's coming closer.

"Via, don't be sad! You are not alone. We will accompany you," said Ms. Aisyah softly.

"The birth of our son was very much anticipated. Why did Mas Farhan not even exist?" lamented Via.

"Via, you don't mind destiny. Be assured there is wisdom behind all of this. God will not give trials beyond the ability of His servant, will He?" bu Bu Aisyah.

"Your mother is right, Via. Much gratitude. Thank God, your son was born safe," added Mr. Adi.

Via speechless. He immediately wiped his tears.

"Can Via meet Via's son now?" ask Via.

" Patience. Your child should get extra care. He is premature. So, he's in the peristi room" said Ms. Aisyah.

"When can Via meet Via's son?" ask Via again.

"could. Tomorrow if you can walk," replied Mr. Haris who had just entered. "If you don't meet your baby, try to give him breast milk."

Via looks confused. Bu Aisyah smiled at the confusion of her adopted daughter.

"How to pump and then accommodated in a bottle. Later Mommy teaches," said Bu Aisyah, "Makanya, you can not dissolve in sadness, also have to eat a lot and nutritious so that your child gets quality breast milk."

Via nodded. Happiness and sorrow become one.

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