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Chapter 6 SATURDAY AFTERNOON FULL OF SUPRISES (end of April 2017)
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2024-10-29 19:42:56BRAM
Today's schedule to take Mia to the doctor. Sitting on the terrace with a glass of hot tea, don't forget my loyal friends – cigarettes and cell phones – incomparable pleasure. The place I like the most is the terrace of the house, the view of the eye feels wide without limits. Enjoy the perfect color combination of various trees, providing inspiration to focus on playing games on mobile.
"Hehehe..."
Luckily there wasn't Mia, he would have smirked if he heard those words. Exercise your body first, spread your arms, move your body left and right. Looked head left and right, just three times. After that, bow your head down and look up, just like three times before, then lower your hands.
Enough warming up today, drink tea first after that we start exercising the brain. After sipping tea, just about to touch the start button to start playing games, suddenly.
"Bram, we'll pick up Mahira, then go to the doctor," said Mia.
Suddenly Mia was standing in front, I was fascinated by her. How lucky to get an angel from heaven, grateful with a happy smiling face expression. Without blinking, enjoy the beauty that God has given. Staring at Mia from head to toe, perfect. Her beauty is so perfect.
"Why, something strange?" Mia asked.
"You're beautiful..." I answered spontaneously.
I got up from my seat and landed a kiss on his cheek. Mia's face turned red, yes! It seemed that he had won her heart. Mia smiled slightly, lowering her face. He cast his gaze to avoid eye contact with me, he was a little awkward, I could feel it. Thank you very much, O Allah. Finally my prayer you answered.
17 years old, had to wait a dozen years to feel Mia's love. His cold attitude, his indifference, became the food of very bitter days. Even so I am willing, still believe in the bottom of her heart Mia must love me. Today, proven today, that love can be felt.
"Bram...!" Mia scolds.
"Uh yeah, why...?" I asked, nervous.
Oops, how come I'm the one who's embarrassed now. Scratching his head to disguise his nervousness, embarrassed if Mia found out.
"Mom, it's so beautiful. You will be amazed by the beauty, Mother," I mumbled, smiling at Mia's face.
“Shit...! Let's get ready, Mahira will hurry home."
"Okay. But is it okay if you ask for a kiss?" I pleaded, while thrusting my right cheek at him.
Honestly, my heart is dag dig dug, I hope to be worried. Will Mia give her a kiss or will she have to go back to swallowing the bitter pill as usual. We looked at each other, then his face came closer to mine. The blood seemed to flow faster... then the kiss landed on the cheek. Oh my God... Mia kissed my cheek.
He smiled a little and walked into the house. I stared at every curve of her body, her legs, her back, her thick black hair. The figure faded away, then disappeared.
Thanks Mia, I raised my right hand, looking at the wedding ring around my ring finger. This ring will never be released, the bond of love between me and Mia. On each side of the ring are written beautiful words that are deliberately carved as a statement of my love for Mia.
The Word Looks Wonderful When I am With You
AZMIA
Ah... Bram, always indulges in rags. Even so I smiled a little remembering the incident earlier, it had been a long time not hearing his praise.
“Wow...!!!”
I ran to the bathroom, this was the third time since this morning throwing up. Slowly out of the bathroom, sat on the side of the bed trying to catch his breath. The eyes began to dim again, suddenly in a flash everything disappeared, it was dark.
Oh my God... I really feel uncomfortable. Stomach queasy, mouth tastes bitter, cold sweat runs down the neck and shoulders. This headache really sucks all the energy in the body. Trying to hold on not to collapse, but the body began to tremble.
What's wrong with my body? Wondering in the heart while inhaling the aroma of eucalyptus oil to relieve breathing. Slowly inhale long and deep, then exhale little by little.
"Mia! What is wrong with you?"
Suddenly Bram was already in the room.
"It is okay. It's just nausea and dizziness," I replied, calming Bram who looked a little nervous.
Bram supported my steps towards the car, after he felt I was safe in the car, he closed the window and locked the door of the house. The car slid towards Mahira's school.
During the trip to the hospital was very restless, uncomfortable with the condition of the body. Arriving at the hospital, I went straight to the ER. Bram followed with Mahira. Seen in the eye of the ER room filled with patients and their families. Fortunately after we entered, there was one patient who had just finished being examined, his place was replaced by me.
After the nurse checked blood pressure and body temperature, the emergency room doctor approached. He asked what he was feeling while checking his heart rate. Approximately ten minutes of examination plus the description of the complaints felt, the doctor asked the nurse who was beside him to prepare something.
"Mother was brought by a nurse, yes, to check urine," said the doctor.
Why should I have a urine test? The more restless, what is wrong with my body. Seeing Bram and Mahira, who were joking, tried to calm down. After an hour had passed, the results of the urine test were already on the doctor's desk. Mahira sat next to me, we sat face to face with the doctor, Bram stood beside me.
“I give you a cover letter, the obstetrician who practices today, dr. Agus Prambono. Later, Dr. Agus will explain to Mom and Dad."
His facial expression changed when he heard the ER doctor's explanation. However, trying to stay calm, but this heart is confused and afraid. Bram rubbed my shoulder, he knew his wife was nervous.
We were escorted by a nurse from the emergency room, then we were asked to wait in chairs for patients to wait for an examination call. The nurse entered the room, when she came out the document she was carrying was gone. It seemed to have been handed over to the other sisters in the room.
“My mother lives, yes. We will be called by the nurse on duty later,” said the nurse before leaving us.
After two pregnant women came out of the obstetrician's room, my name was called. It had been a long time since I had set foot in the obstetrician's practice room, the last time was when Mahira was born. The same room – the obstetrician's room – but different places and doctors.
The room was painted pure white, with a table and chairs for consultation placed on the left near the entrance. An examination bed with an ultrasound machine beside it was at the far end of the room.
After the ultrasound examination, dr. Agus explained, "Congratulations, your mother is in the 7th week of pregnancy."
My eyes widen, hearing the doctor's words.
"I'm pregnant, Doc?" I asked for reassurance, not yet believing what I had just heard.
Doctor Agus nodded and gave the results of the ultrasound. It is clear that a black circle is the embryo of a baby in the stomach, pensive looking at the ultrasound photo.
I am pregnant?
At such a young age, am I pregnant?
Bram who was standing at the side, gently rubbed my shoulder, regaining consciousness.
"How are you doing, Doc? I mean, my wife is nearing 40?!” asked Bram calmly.
Dr. Agus spoke while writing a prescription, “I give vitamins and boosters. From the results of the examination, the mother's womb is a little weak."
"But the condition of my wife and baby is healthy, Doc?" Bram again asked for an explanation, from the tone of his voice he felt a sense of concern.
"Need a lot of rest. Good nutritional intake for the fetus and mother is a must, yes, "explained Dr. Agus to us.
Dr. Agus' age doesn't seem much different from Bram's, he is tall and big. For a moment my eyes and Dr. Agus collided. Seeing the anxiety in her patient's eyes, she convinced me to take the pregnancy lightly, enjoying it all with gratitude.
On the way home Mahira sat in the front seat beside Bram who was driving the car, I seat in the back seat.
"Mahira will have a sister, Mom?" Mahira asked. A wide smile grew on his lips.
Bram nodded in response to Mahira's question, "The baby sister, do you want a girl or a boy?"
"Girl please, sir!" Mahira replied enthusiastically.
I still can't believe it, like a dream.
I am pregnant ...
There's a baby in my tummy...
I'm pregnant after nine years, an unplanned pregnancy. Busy with his own thoughts, not listening to Bram's conversation with Mahira.
"Hello baby sister, this is Mother, son." I greet the fetus in the womb.
Closing my eyes, rubbing my stomach, trying to feel the life in my stomach.
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