Proof of Love

"The rain that once visited is starting to subside. The flowers of love that you spring, are starting to bloom. I hope your love never fades."

Haziya could no longer hold the waves in her chest, since the roar had been pounding. Her lower abdomen was smeared with gel by the nurse, followed by the doctor attaching the ultrasound transducer until her eyes were wet when she saw the screen in the upper corner of the wall. Although it's still not clear, even there is only a small circle, he himself doesn't know what it is if the doctor doesn't explain immediately.

"This small circle like a bean is called an embryo, Mom. It's still very small because you're only four weeks pregnant. Before that, congratulations, you're pregnant." Haziya replied to the doctor's words with a smile, she was still so touched by the sight in front of her, Shabir replaced it with words.

"Thank you, sir. This is our first child after waiting. Alhamdulillah."

Haziya sobbed silently, holding back her voice because she remembered that it wasn't just her and her husband in this room. Seeing that Shabir's face was also flushed with happiness like hers, Haziya was filled with joy even more. Not only he was happy with this news, but Shabir was the same. They will be parents soon.

Haziya got off the bed helped by Shabir who held her hand, then the two of them were invited to sit on a chair. The doctor once again congratulated them. Then handed me the pregnancy book.

"Take care of mother's health, don't lift heavy things first. Don't stay up late, don't be sad because it will affect the fetus. Please help Mom always be happy, so that your child is also happy."

"Yes, Doctor." Shabir tightened his grip on Haziya even more. In fact, ever since he entered the examination room he had been shaking so much. He was already twenty-nine, already quite mature and ready to become a father. However, he couldn't hide the mixed feelings he had.

"Spicy food should not be eaten first because it can cause diarrhea for the mother, later she will be afraid because she often has diarrhea she often goes to the toilet and is hydrated. Don't eat too much coffee either. Eat nutritious food. Anything else you want to ask?"

Haziya glanced at Shabir, both shook their heads. The doctor took the ultrasound results and the pregnancy book and handed them to Shabir.

"Thank you, Doc."

"You're welcome, I hope you and your child are always healthy."

"Amen."

"Come on, sir, ma'am, I'll take you out, you'll wait for your name to be called to take the medicine," he said

The nurse led them to the next room.

"Thank you."

Shabir rose from the waiting chair when Haziya's name was mentioned by the nurse in the pharmacy locker. He redeemed a bag of medicine for four hundred thousand.

"This vitamin is taken twice a day, sir."

"Okay, thank you."

Haziya got up and walked over to Shabir as her husband turned to walk towards her.

"How much, bro?" he asked in a half whisper.

"Four hundred thousand," replied Shabir. "It's for my son's sake, so it's okay for his father to spend that much money, you just take it easy. I pray for brother to have easy sustenance."

Shabir immediately took Haziya's hand, his wife's face looked regretful for asking to come to the hospital for an ultrasound without using BPJS so Shabir had to dig into his wallet that much.

"Besides, if we come for a free ultrasound, you and your brother also waste a lot of time waiting in line, you'll also be tired. This is also the first time, you don't have to feel guilty about that." Shabir said the beautiful words Haziya heard when the woman in the light brown veil apologized over and over again.

"Thanks, bro."

Shabir nodded, then he helped Haziya put on the helmet.

***

"Where have you been, just got home at this hour?"

Bu Karni was on her hips welcoming Shabir and Haziya home. Instead of answering their greetings, the bespectacled woman asked a question with a grim face.

"Just keep wandering, when you're pregnant, you want to be pampered," shouted Lathifah suddenly appearing from the kitchen, one hand carrying a plastic bag of fruit that she took from the refrigerator.

This afternoon Haziya's mother deliberately ordered Haziya's sister to deliver several types of fruit to be consumed, because it was good for the fetus that was being conceived by Haziya. Even Haziya just ate one apple, even so she did not forbid her sister-in-law to bring all her fruits home. Haziya's body was a bit tired from the night wind, she didn't want to argue with Lathifah, it was useless to waste her energy. Mrs. Karni will definitely be more angry, think she's stingy and doesn't want to share.

"We came home from the hospital, Mom, the ultrasound was--"

"How much does an ultrasound cost?" Bu Karni cut Shabir's words. "I love to spend money, why not just a free check? Not even having a child born is already so wasteful."

"Mom, don't say that," said Shabir, but his mother ignored him.

"You're just sleeping at home, not working. It's useless to study but not become a teacher. Now, her job is just to let my son down," sneered Bu Karni, not giving Haziya a chance to say a word.

"Look at my two kids, they're fine, never had an ultrasound either."

"Yes, ma'am. Here I brought Mother's favorite fried rice." Shabir takes his mother to the dining table.

Haziya felt so dizzy hearing her mother-in-law's nagging, she even forced herself to keep a smile on her face before it was completely dark. Haziya's eyes were closed due to exhaustion and the burden of thought, she finally fell. Gratefully, Shabir managed to hug Haziya's weak, unconscious body.

"Alah, pretending to faint again, I won't be fooled by your acting."

Shabir immediately carried Haziya to the room, Bu Karni was getting angry.

"Mom, you just wait outside, okay?" The door was locked from inside, Shabir didn't want his mother to scold Haziya even when his wife was unconscious but his mother had no mercy.

"Open the door, tell your wife to iron the clothes piled up. Don't be lazy, just be good at acting, as well as take part in shooting the soap opera Curhatan Istri on Indosiar." Bu Karni knocked on the door accompanied by chatter.

Shabir covered Haziya from foot to body. After waiting for no more banging on the door, he walked out. Her mother and sister were still in the kitchen with sullen faces.

"Look at your wife's empty fridge, even though yesterday I saw there was still dimsum. She must have eaten it on purpose knowing I was here. You stingy."

"Not enough fruit, Sis?"

"Mom, look, right, he's being stingy too, follow his wife," argued Lhatifah.

"Starting tomorrow the shop's money will let you take it home, you will be wasteful. I don't like it."

"But, ma--"

"No buts, you don't want to be a disobedient child, do you? I don't want your capital to not return because you're extravagant. If you don't want the shop's money in your hands, just close your shop so I tell your sister's husband to sell it. "

Shabir could no longer argue. Mother's decision is unanimous, can only sigh resignedly.

"That's it, from tomorrow the shop money will be with Mom. Come on, let Shabir take you home."