Treasure, Throne, Renata
The Big Decision of Rayendra's Story

I was busy assembling the baby mattress that Rania's best friend had lent us. Rania is folding the clothes of our newly purchased baby to welcome the birth of our third child. Tomorrow is the day we set to have a cesarean section. Today Rania has to fast, while spending her time tidying up baby trinkets and packing some clothes stels in preparation for the hospital.

My meeting with Dion yesterday was arguably a bit of a relief for me. His client can accept my explanation as to why our application has not been completed on time, and he is willing to make payment for some of the products I am working on. But the bad news is that he will pay 2 more weeks, while tomorrow Rania has to go to the hospital.

THE PING!!!

There's an incoming message on my phone. Fadli reported that I had to go to Bandung to have meetings with some hotel owners in Bandung. I explained that Renata should be able to replace me for the meeting. Fadli then told me that Renata often went out during office hours without any reports at all.

I started to remember Renata, where has he been all this time?. These few days I've been very busy with Dion's work and Rania's labor. I haven't contacted him yet, and vice versa. The other day really made her angry with me. I don't know if I should ask him to come back or if I should just finish everything.

“ Eat first pap, you already cape from earlier take care of baby bed. So inget time kica's birth, we suddenly buy baby equipment fitting she wants “ birth, recalls Rania while hugging my waist with a smile.

“ Yes, just fitting Kila born we buy all baby equipment since you are 7 months pregnant. The second child is the same third mah boro-boro deh “, I said as I reminisced as we welcomed the birth of our children.

Still vividly remembered in my mind when Rania was about to give birth to my first child. Everything is very impressive, like the story in the drama film. We were shopping for baby clothes when Rania was 7 months pregnant to how enthusiastic we were when we checked with the obstetrician. I remember when Rania started to feel contractions in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep because Rania kept complaining of pain. The next morning my in-laws and I took Rania to the hospital. For 12 hours Rania experienced contractions from mild to severe. I held Rania's fingers to relieve her pain, I told her that she could jam or pinch me if it could relieve her pain.

I couldn't bear to see Rania withholding such intense pain. I rubbed his waist, I sweat it, I let him squeeze my arm so hard. Until finally the doctor came because Rania had a complete opening. I saw clearly how my first child was born. I almost fainted watching my son be born in this world. Everything I can't say, between sad, haru and proud of the woman who fought to risk her life at that time.

The birth of my second child was not like my first child. Rania did not experience contractions at all even though the gestational age was exactly 40 weeks. The doctor suggested a C-section because it was feared that our baby had swallowed amniotic fluid. The process was very short and Rania looked so calm. After the operation, Rania's suffering began. The stitches in her stomach made it difficult for Rania to move. Let alone stand, to tilt to the left and right he must expend all his energy while enduring extreme pain.

Now the birth of my third child is really draining my emotions and my mind. I don't know what brought me to this point. The birth of a child that was supposed to be priceless happiness even became the greatest turmoil in my life. My relationship with Rania is getting cold, my love has faded with her.

“ Pap let's eat, it's already malem. Tomorrow morning at 5am we have to leave for RS ”, Rania scolds as I daydream while playing my phone. I was monitoring the conversation WA group RENTZ is busy, I saw a chat from Renata who was giving a brief to my men. Want me to greet her, call her, apologize for my treatment the other day. But I can't, somehow once I'm here my heart is locked. The birth of my son tomorrow will bind me to stay here, accompany Rania and devote my attention and time to my children.

“Iya I eat first, you go to sleep just let it not lemes ”, I replied to Rania while stroking her head. I still want to make sure my love is still there for her. But unfortunately Renata's shadow is too strong, his body is in Bandung but his shadow always haunts me every second. I walked to the kitchen, at the table was served white rice, vegetable soup and fried chicken my favorite ungkep. I don't know why everything is so bland to me.

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“ Bu Rania let's go directly to the observation room yes, her husband came to nothing”, exclaimed a nurse at the hospital where Rania will give birth. We entered the observation room and a nurse came to give a special change of clothes for Rania. Rania's stomach is equipped with Cardiotocography (CTG) to monitor the heart rate of our prospective children.

“ I already understand how it works, this is the birth of the third child “, said the nurse who is tightening the belt of CTG tools in the stomach of Rania.

Rania nodded while grasping an instrument with a button that she had to press in case of contractions in her stomach. I heard the heart rate of our baby candidate, his body movements were also agile as if he could not wait to be quickly present in the world. Sister finally left us both in the observation room, I saw Rania open her phone while reading dhikr.

THE PING!!!

“Mas Ray when can to Bandung” asked Fadli from a Whatsapp message to me.

“Not to know Fad, my wife gave birth today. Maybe in 3-4 days I can go to Bandung. How, office safe?”, ask Fadli my confidant.

“ Safe mas, there is Mbak Renata who replaced the client. Mr. Hardian also already know if we leave until next week” Fadli replied to me.

“ Did you know that Mbak Renata already has a new girlfriend? “, asked Fadli who suddenly surprised me.

“ What? Renata has a boyfriend? Who?“, I asked while standing from my seat and walking outside the observation room. I wanted to call Fadli to ask him more clearly but here I can't take any calls at all.

“ Yes mas, already a week Ms Renata was picked up by a guy. Trus if at 10 am must be out of the office, arriving at the office again at 3 pm. It keeps mas every day”, said fadli in sebrang there.

“ Not mas. I'm worried about the kids being gossipy in the office. Speaking of Mas Ray and Mbak Renata every day. If the sample sounds into the ears of Mr. Hardian ga tasty mas “, said Fadli again.

“ If the problem of Renata's man is not my authority, but if I go out of the office without permission I can follow up “, I cried with jealousy that churned in my chest.

A nurse approached me to tell me that her doctor had arrived and that Rania had to go into the operating room. I led Rania to the recovery room to wait for the doctor's call. I changed into a special uniform to keep us sterile. Rania is still talking about reading dhikr. He clasped my hand, his cold hand trying to grab my finger.

“ I'm afraid of pap “, he exclaimed softly. His face was pale from last night.

“ Ga anything you must be strong, you are already used to “, I replied briefly.

My phone vibrated when Fadli returned to sending Whatsapp messages. I let go of Rania's hand and I answered all of Fadli's messages right then and there. Everything about Renata makes me uneasy, my mind is now only on him. Who is the man who is with him now.

“ Pap, I'm so dizzy, why yes “, sound Rania invites me to talk.

“ Pap, you are busy ya “, he exclaimed who almost broke my concentration while typing a message with Fadli.

“ Pap, I'm afraid “, exclaim Rania back. I stopped typing on my phone. I finally looked at Rania, I tried to calm her down as much as I could.

“ Pray yes. You are strong, this experience. I kiss here first “, I said as I landed my kiss on Rania's forehead quickly.

“ I wait outside yes, let mama change keep you “, I cried while rushing to stand up from my chair and move out of the operating room. I called my mother and in-laws to accompany Rania while waiting for a call from the operating room. My mind is now uncertain, I want to contact Renata at this time, I look for her contact and I call Renata right then and there.

“ Hello “, Renata's voice over there picked up my phone.

“ Hello Ren, how is office “, I said to him. There was still a sense of reluctance to speak frankly to him.

“ Well, all cooperation agenda with smooth hotels, there are some clients who have been waiting list to be tenant”, the answer is short.

“ Ren I want to apologize to you, I have no intention of hurting you. I'm sorry Ren “, I asked the woman.

“ Uda mas, you focus on your wife. Congratulations on the birth of your third daughter “, replied Renata scrupulously.

“ I'm serious Ren, please don't be angry anymore. Don't stay with me Ren, I need you. The one yesterday was misunderstood, I chose you Ren “, I replied spontaneously to Renata. I didn't even realize what I was saying. Is it true that my heart chose Renata over Rania?

I didn't realize my mom was hugging me from behind. He said that Rania had entered the operating room. My mother was chatting with my mother-in-law, they were throwing jokes so that the situation would not become tense.

“ Hey tangle very face you Ray, already ready name not for your baby this?”, call my mother while patting my arm. I shook my head, I just don't know whose name it was. Rania hasn't revealed the name she's prepared for our third child. Usually it was Rania who prepared the name, this time I completely forgot and unthinkable to prepare it.

“ Ih how the father does not know the name of his son, kebangetan you Ray”, teased my mother in front of mama Rania. My in-laws just smiled while looking at me. The gaze was like no ordinary gaze, so cold and unfriendly.

20 Minutes later we waited in the waiting room. Still quiet, silent and I saw the cleaning service officer was back and forth cleaning the floor. The sisters changed shifts to serve the patients.

“ Mr. Rayendra, happy baby is born. Please go inside to accuse the baby yes sir “, exclaimed a nurse calling me into the baby's room. I rushed inside and saw a plump baby still covered in blood being cleaned by the other sisters. The baby was crying out loud, his face was very similar to Kica's. I cleaned my hands, I put on sterile clothes and I grabbed the baby that the nurse was cleaning.

My baby who was crying with her fast. I looked at her face that looked very much like mine. Her hair was thick, her eyes were narrow, her lips were tiny exactly as I was as a baby. I was moved to see my son, I gently kissed his head and I held it tight so that his cries would subside. I looked at the Adhan in his right ear, the chant of the Adhan felt rustling to warm the soul. I say a heartfelt prayer to this beautiful baby.May you be a sholeha child, smart, healthy and strong. Be strong and independent, may God always take care of you when you are no longer with you.