Treasure, Throne, Renata
Soul Mansion Story Rania

“ Mother Rania later do not forget the baby in the vaccine in another week ya”, said a nurse at the hospital where I gave birth to my third daughter. I just had postpartum control with only the two of Kian, Ray said he could not accompany me because of the meeting.

“ yes thanks yes “, reply me while fixing the sagging sling of Kiana. My right hand was holding Kiana, while my left hand was carrying a baby bag.

“ Bu Rania alone? Her husband didn't come ? ask the sister again. I turned my head and just smiled looking at the nurse who was watching my busyness.

“ Yes Allah ma'am, just a week of SC surgery has gone alone control to the same RS baby “, he said while shaking his head.

I left the obgyn clinic while walking around. Fortunately I did not forget to wear a corset to support my stomach which felt excruciating pain. The second SC operation is indeed more painful, more delicious than normal if it has to be compared. Kian is still asleep in my sling, this red baby is 1 week old.

Kiana Malaika Azziati, a name meaning Angel of blessing from a God of patience. It is not without reason that I gave this name, Kiana is a blessing that God gave when Kica whined for her sister again. Not long after God gave me his gift. As long as Kian's in my stomach, things don't go smoothly. Early in the pregnancy everything was wonderful, my relationship with Ray was still fine. Ray took me on vacation for his birthday. But everything changed when Ray founded RENTZ in Bandung, he was required to go back and forth to Bandung almost every week. Always arrive home at 2 am, then leave early tomorrow for a meeting with Dion. Then comes the problem when there are projects that are not paid. The project worth hundreds of millions is now unclear how it is. Because of that we have to wait for the house and the cost of our daily needs. Ray just told me that many projects were canceled, so our financial condition became very difficult. In addition to the changing financial conditions, Ray's attitude towards me also grew colder. When I was pregnant and my body was almost helpless, Ray often ignored me and we had a big fight that night. I can only be patient at that time, let alone get angry back, cry even though I can't. I feel sorry for Kian who is still in my stomach. My anxiety is her anxiety as well. I just ask that we both be given as much patience as possible, hopefully all these problems we can go through together.

When I was born, I was totally devoted to God. I was so scared while waiting for a call from the operating room. Ray was just busy with his phone, not encouraging me at all. God is the only place I ask for power. When the nurse called me to the operating room, I went in alone and I laid my body on the operating bed.The room was very cold, especially if I was just wearing an operating shirt without underwear again. I was shivering and my stomach was very hungry. Luckily the anesthetic doctor invited me to chat, the anesthesia process went smoothly and I felt relaxed.

As soon as the anesthesia worked, my head started to get dizzy and nauseous. I felt like my stomach was being torn apart until I wanted to vomit. One of the team doctors who handled me tried to calm me down. The doctor rubbed my arm and massaged my shoulder while inviting me to speak. It was not Ray who gave me strength when I gave birth, the strength when I gave birth to Kila and Kica. Her hug, her kiss, her attention was a panacea as I struggled to risk my life to give birth to our daughter. But this time I was struggling on my own.

“ Congratulations mom, the baby is healthy. Plump, beautiful, her hair is thick “, exclaimed doctor Octavianus when Kiana had been successfully removed from my stomach. I caught a glimpse of Kiana, still covered in blood, crying loudly. Before long the nurse immediately took her to the nursery to be cleaned, and I lay helplessly waiting for Doctor Octavian to sew my stomach.

“ Total of five hundred and seventy thousand rupiah bu “, said the cashier when I want to pay the control fee at the payment counter. Kurogoh purse from inside Kiana's bag, I don't know where the purse is. My sling felt loose so I was busy fixing Kiana. The cashier patiently waited for me to spend the rupiah while watching my movements. “ Repot once mother ini”, she thought.

After I finished paying, I waited on the couch in the waiting room and I ordered a taxi online on my phone. Luckily I did not have to wait long, the online taxi arrived only a matter of 3 minutes. I got into the car and clutched tightly onto Kian who was soundly asleep. This baby is amazing, it's my solder. Seeing him be born into the world has been an incredible miracle for me.

When I was hospitalized, Ray accompanied me alone because my mother and in-laws had to take care of Kila and Kica who had to go to school. Ray was busy with his laptop, instead he asked permission to leave for service when I was treated on the 3rd day. Of course I do not allow, how can I be left alone while the husband in charge of the patient is not with me. Not to mention I had to practice standing up and walking to the bathroom after my catheter was removed. Just going to pee the pain was amazing, especially if there was no Ray beside me at that time.

On my third day in the hospital, many guests looked at us. Starting from friends, relatives, to Ray's men in RENTZ. I was shocked as soon as they entered my room, because I really didn't know them. Ray introduced me one by one, I heard their names Nurul, Cintya, Dimas, Angga and Fadli. Oh so this this is my Ray's baby in the heart. Nurul said congratulations on the birth of our third daughter, greetings from other colleagues who could not attend.

Until one day, when Ray came home from Bandung he invited me to talk in the early hours of the morning. I was awake because Kiana wanted to suckle, and Ray had just arrived from Bandung. His face was lethargic and tangled, his voice heavy and unexcited. He told me to sit in front of him.

“ Ran, you know I already can not pay this house again ?“, the question is short but sharp to the heart.

There were two things that struck me, the first about the house and the second was Ray's call to me. As long as we were married he never called my first name. Mama and papa are our daily calls, even before we call “yang” to each other.

My eyes are still wide open to hear his words. He continued his talk.

“ Sorry I can't afford home installments, you have to go back to Bandung. This house I will just sell “, he said with a cold look at me.

My body instantly limp, Kian is still in my arms breastfeeding. It was a nightmare, but I could only give up because I had no other choice.

“ Yes pap, how good. It's up to you, if we have to move to Bandung again yes it's okay “, I replied I'm crying.

We just bought this house when Ray was working at the embassy. Only 2 years later we occupied it, filled it with a million stories, and stored memories in every corner of his house.

“ Tomorrow you take a photo of his house, I will display it on the internet. Shaving the spades we can immediately get ready “, he said briefly.

“ But pap, kids how's the school?. It's only February, kasian if the children move in the middle of the semester like this “, I asked while trying to hold back emotions.

Ray just fell silent not answering my question. His head just nodded. Without a word, Ray dropped himself on the small bed in front of me. There were no hugs or tight grips to strengthen my battered mind. Hearing Ray's words just now my heart broke instantly, even though Kian had just been born in the world. Just a matter of days he was in this place, we had to move for the umpteenth time. My tears are dripping, flowing down my cheeks. I held it as hard as I could so that Ray wouldn't hear my sobbing. I guess after Kian was born, our lives would be like in a movie with a happy ending.

But reality says otherwise, my story has just begun !!!