Treasure, Throne, Renata
Back to him Rayendra's story

I hugged two tiny bodies that held me tightly to my left and right. Their bodies still feverish, Kica occasionally coughed in her sleep. Kila's eyes look haggard, her skin pale because it has been three days not eating. I arrived home at 2am, I saw them sleeping in my room with Rania. Rania told me to sleep with the kids, saying they miss me to the point. I slept until this morning hugging their limp bodies.

“ Pap is sweet tea, I buy rice uduk for breakfast nih”, greeting Rania while carrying a tray containing a cup of sweet tea and a plate of rice sat with my favorite omelet. His stomach was getting bigger and his road was getting heavier coming towards my bed.

“ Do not need to be brought here the plate, let me eat in the kitchen. Don't bring the heavy-weight dong mam “, I replied to the woman. Rania just smiled while carrying a rice plate and sat by my bed.

“ Nothing, consider it a practice before the birth. Here sit pap, I bribe kamu”, said Rania while holding a plate while sitting on the edge of the mattress.

I let go of my two children's hugs all night. I shifted and sat down beside Rania. Last night he slept on a small bed because our mattress was no longer fit. Rania offered me a glass of warm sweet tea. I breathed my sweet tea which was not too sweet, warm taste then spread to my throat. Then Rania fed me the rice sitting, while feeding her she told me about the condition of the children.

“ Your nanyain kids since three days ago pap, hot them till 39°. Kica Ngigo due to high fever. I bought paracetamol, fortunately the price is not so expensive, the rest of my money I buy vegetables make chicken soup”, said Rania who still spooned rice into my mouth.

“Sorry I have not been able to transfer, yesterday was busy really”, I said full of regrets to hear the story of Rania.

“ Nothing I understand. Thank God there's a little bit of windfall, so I can take the kids to the doctor. The cure is quite expensive because they both need antibiotics because of inflammation. But it's okay what's important they've been to the doctor and sleep better now”.

“ Rejeki from where? How many days yesterday to the doctor?”, I was a little surprised that my son was brought to the doctor by Rania. I know if the money in Rania's account is under 100 thousand, even then she must have used it for kitchen purposes.

“There is, the pokonya is quite able to add the same spending money to the doctor. Gratitude can be enough to control dede this morning. It should be next week I'm already the birth of pap”, said Rania with a worried face.

I was silent to Rania's words. I know exactly Rania has to go to the doctor, but I don't have enough money. I'm confused where to find money for the cost of Rania's birth. Borrowing Mr. Hardian is not necessarily allowed, a lot of office expenses that I have to prioritize.

“ I anter you to the doctor yes, abis from the doctor I have the same meeting Dion in Grand Indo at 1 pm. Hopefully there is a windfall for the lahiran dede ya”, I told Rania who cleaned my dinner plate.

Rania nodded and told me to take a shower immediately and get ready. Turns out Rania has taken a shower and is changing clothes. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as possible. After the shower I saw the clock show at 9 a.m. We had to leave quickly to get a small queue.

Rania is well groomed and wearing her hijab. He was busy stuffing his wallet and control card into an old bag that he rarely used. While waiting for me to wear clothes, Rania was waiting for me below. I open my closet, I'm looking for my favorite plain gray t-shirt. I don't know why my eyes even combed the corner of the closet, on the bottom shelf is where Rania keeps her bag. The shelf was usually full, but now it looks empty without any bags of his.

The wall clock has shown at 9.20 WIB. Kila and Kica are not awake yet. I fix their blankets and rush down to go to the gynecologist Rania. After saying goodbye to my mother-in-law, we rushed to a clinic not far from our home.

“ Kok tumben you use the bag, it has been a long time you did not use. Which bag do you usually wear mam?, I asked to start a conversation in the middle of a quiet journey. Rania was silent for a moment. His head glanced at the window glass with a sad face.

“ I sell pap, thank God someone bought on Instagram”, he said.

“ You sell all?, including the bag I gave you on your birthday? I asked while occasionally staring at the road in front of me.

“ Only two I sell. Sell the loss anyway, because it is again urgent. But it's okay for these kids. The important thing is that I am relieved to be in control now, I worry that my contents are okay. I also have to know when I was born, because there are no signs of” yet, he replied while staring at the road with a blank look.

We were both silent in silence, preoccupied with our own thoughts. In my mind were Renata, Rania, Kila, and Kica. I regret why I got stuck with all this. When I was ready to be with Renata, Rania made me realize that I would return to “my home”. A place full of love and warmth, a place full of stories and memories. Rania had guarded the house with sincerity, the children had decorated it with joy.

Now that I was worried, yesterday my determination was unanimous to leave Rania, but now seeing her sacrifice I hesitated to end it. Unbearable feelings began to envelop me, pity to see him made me retreat to choose Renata.

I don't feel like my car has arrived at Rania's clinic. We got down and went to the reception desk. A customer service provider gave Rania the number 3. It turned out that Rania had taken the number by phone, so we did not have to wait long in the clinic.

I didn't talk to Rania much, we were busy with our phones. I was busy chatting with Dion asking for a meeting later at noon. I've already passed Dion's job to Dimas, luckily Dimas wants to work on a side project. Hopefully today the application that I will present is already 80% complete%. As much as I could follow what Dion wanted, because I was so dependent on this project for the cost of giving birth to Rania.

“ Ms. Rania, please enter “, call a nurse from inside the doctor's room. Rania stood up from the waiting chair and walked into the check room. I followed Rania from behind.

“ Waduh Mom late control almost a month? Wh why? Is there a problem?”, Doctor Octavian asked us. He was busy reading Rania's control history written on the map.

“Come directly check USG yes, hopefully the position of the baby is good, because the mother should have a maximum birth next week “, said the doctor while moving to the check bed.

The doctor examined Rania's stomach and stared at the monitor screen beside her. I also stared at the large monitor in front of me. We see our baby who already looks big is curled up in the womb of Rania.

“ Looooh how do you muter deck? “, doctor Octavian said in a shocked tone. His hands twisted the USG tool, like the middle of tickling the stomach of Rania.

“Why is the baby doc?”, asked Rania in an anxious tone

“ Baby this muter, his head so on top. The baby breech bu”, replied the doctor while still in disbelief while looking at the monitor. “ months ago the position was good right, now he even muter his head is above”, explained the doctor to us.

Rania's face was pale. Between confusion, shock and sadness. I was shocked to hear Doctor Octavian's explanation, but I could only resign because there was nothing else I could do.

“ I often perform the same gymnastics prostrate pregnant at the dock house, but ko can breech ya”, asked Rania anxiously at the doctor who was reading Rania's control history.

“ Yes many factors anyway, it could be too much amniotic fluid, or a stressed fetus so he moves a lot”, explained the doctor to us. “Mama again is not stressed, right?”, he asked while staring at us both.

“ Ordinary stress is dock because of panic to give birth”, said Rania with a calm face.

“ Then we have to do doc?”, he asked back to the doctor.

“ Mother must give birth to a caesarean section, now the baby's weight is 3500 grams, the gestational age is 39 weeks. The position of the baby's head is above and the buttocks are below covering the birth canal. Just now I tried to rotate also can not because it is too big “, replied Doctor Octavian to us.

“ If I follow how good aja doc, if you want a cesarean section is also not anything important baby survived “, I said resigned while holding the shoulder of Rania who was still shocked to hear the doctor's explanation. After the doctor made a cover letter for the surgery, we shook hands and went out of the room with a resigned face.

I held onto Rania's cold hand, occasionally rubbing her stomach with a sad face. I know what he's thinking, he must be worried that I don't have a cesarean.

“ You do not have to think about the cost, there must be a way. God has entrusted this child to you, surely God also gave way to be born safely “, I said encouraging Rania who messih struggling with her confusion. Rania smiled at me, although the look in her eyes held some doubt. The more I couldn't bear to see Rania, the less she talked on the way home.

The clock shows at 12.05 WIB, I was walking along Sudirman to Grand Indonesia to meet Dion and his client. My head was already heavily showered with various problems from all directions. I have not prepared a single loan, nor have I bought any baby equipment to welcome my third child. Luckily, Rania got clothes and baby equipment from her best friend, so I didn't have to buy a lot of stuff for our son.

I'm more worried now, what decision should I make. Soon I have a third child, Rania looks much different than before. He doesn't talk much, he's always quiet and what makes me sad most is that he sacrificed what he had to finance his needs. I can't bear to leave Rania, my children miss me too, especially they are often sickly. I'm confused how.

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Apparently my phone rang, it must be from Dion asking how many minutes I have to arrive. I was lazy to take his call, not yet had he terrorized me from this morning. After a while, my phone rang again. I'm lyric on my phone screen, apparently from Rania.

“ Hello pap, where are you?”, asked Rania from there.

“Udah in Sudirman, soon to kok”, I replied in a lethargic tone.

“ Good luck with the meeting, I just transferred 200 thousand for you to lunch. Later do not go home malem-malem yes, let you eat at home later tonight”, he said back. I was surprised to hear his words. I was not holding money, just bringing money for gasoline.

I felt a puddle in my eye. There was sadness and shame mixed into one. My wife sacrificed her belongings to finance her needs. That's all my responsibility. Rania who was still watching me even though we had a few months of quarreling and I kept it quiet all this time. I feel so guilty for her, even though I don't know if I can re-establish this torn-down household. I can't deny that Renata has filled my heart, I've had an affair with that woman. What if Rania finds out, she won't necessarily forgive me. But I couldn't bear to see Rania, Rania's sincere concern shook my heart. The shadow of the laughter of the children kept ringing in my ears. I had to make a decision, I had to end all the mistakes I made. I have to go back to my house, where there are people who genuinely love me.