Wrong Uterus
Chapter.37

Foursome in a public cemetery, Arman buried her baby as small as a fist. He echoed the Adhan with tears that never receded.

Unable because this is the umpteenth time he had to announce the Adhan for the person who left him. Be it Mom, wife and now her son.

Pain like what else he has not experienced. But the more he was tested, his heart was more solid and convinced that God was caring and wanted him to be more reliable.

"Arman, let's go home. You have to be next to Syifa at times like this" said Uncle.

"True Arman, let's just say this is the beginning for you and Syifa to start a real household" he continued. While Devan could only fall silent, drowning in his own reverie.

Not usually Devan's famous bar-bar, origin of speech and can't be silent be like this. A Syifa miscarriage is truly a deep wound for the family.

Slowly Arman stood up but his gaze was still fixed on the baby's navel. "I am sincere because now he is in the best place with God. Yes, I'm sincerely sincere."

Gavin embraces and pats his best friend on the shoulder, he is proud because Arman more and more patiently accepts the trials of life. "Now that we go back to the hospital, Syifa must need her husband."

"Wait," said Devan suddenly.

Arman who was about to go back turned to look at his brother-in-law.

Devan, who had been leaning against a tree, began to approach Arman. "Syifa is currently very bad. Arman, I trust my sister to you, take care of her and put her smile back the way she used to. She is a cheerful and chatty woman, seeing her like this I really don't have the heart."

The other side of a Devan Saputra who is famous as an older brother who often troublesome his sister. But on the other hand, he is a brother who loves his sister very much.

"So calm down, I promise to be a responsible husband for Syifa" Arman said.

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Three hours passed after the fetal removal surgery. Syifa was still drowning on the hospital gurney with a pale face clearly drawn. Yes, today was so hard for him, that even during the operation, he still continued to cry.

Next to him was Arman, while the rest of the family had gone home because it was getting dark. Arman's view that had been directed to Syifa now turned when faintly heard the reverberating Adhan.

When the Maghrib prayer time has arrived, Arman went to the mosque available in the hospital building. After he finished his ablution, on a long prayer mat, he returned to God, asking for all the instructions to remain strengthened.

After the last rakaat, he raised his hand and prayed. He used to blame God for all the problems he had.

But now Arman lays down his destiny, death, and life to God alone. "O Allah, strengthen us in all that you have ordained. We are sincere because we know there are better plans for our family going forward. But if you may ask, please strengthen Syifa, she is a new world that I want to hold, return her smile as before, I beg you."

Arman now looks more sturdy than before, because there is a need for his shoulders to lean. After finishing the Maghrib prayer, Arman came out of the musholla.

Suddenly his steps came to a halt when in front of Syifa's nursery, a tall, tanned man was standing while carrying a paper bag. "Firman" said Arman with a look of wonder.

Yes, the man was the Word after having drowned in a sea of regret and despair, now he came back for nothing. "Sir Arman."

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