CONFESSION STONED
150. The Dekapan Seized

“Wear bags filled where?” ask Bara who has since moved dazed to and fro.

“It's below,” replied Colored patiently.

“Mana—” Bara opens other closet doors.

“At the bottom of the closet.” She was shuffled to the edge of the bed to guide her husband.

Though they arranged the contents of the bag together and agreed on the location of the storage also together. But through midnight Bara couldn't find him.

“This Mas—ini..” He approached the closet door that had been open since.

“No look,” say Bara plain then lift the bag.

“Kalo is anaconda, Mas has already been traced from earlier” sulkan Sejah.

“Yes for Jah.... My son was born, his father was given an anaconda. Let's go. Eh cook you so,” said Bara saw Dijah who is still berkaster.

Colored pulled a new batik sarong cloth from the closet. “I'll use this. Nothing ‘kan?” tanya Sejah when wearing a sarong and tie it on the stomach.

Bara looked at Dijah for a moment then approached the clothes hanger pole.

“Pake this too, accompanied by his father to be warm and out not long.” Bara put on her jacket to wrap the body of the Sejah who only wore a negligee without a bra as an interior.

“The path is not to be sparse, later if the child falls from below how?” sergeant Bara slightly panicked to see Sejah hurriedly take his bag and walk out of the room.

“Mumpung no longer hurts, must be sprained. I want to talk to Mbok Jum first.” Colonized walk followed by Bara who was carrying a clothes bag. When the Colonized turned right towards Mbok Jum's room, Bara turned left to go to the garage through the kitchen door.

Seen heard telling Mbok Jum about him going to the hospital. Bara then approached.

“Mbok told Dul fathers to the hospital. His grandfather wanted to be born. Tomorrow if I'm born, I'll ask who can pick up Dul. Be careful at home yes Mbok.” said Bara embracing Dijah who again fell silent enjoying the pain that attacked.

“Hopefully smooth and all healthy yes Jah..” message Mbok Jum before Sejah get in the car.

At one in the morning, Bara drove to the hospital where he used to check his contents. He groped the car's LCD monitor to change phone mode. With one hand he searched his mother's contact number.

Sounds like a long enough call. His mother must have been soundly hitting it, Bara thought. But not long after, there was the voice of Bu Yanti who replied in a alert tone mixed with anxiety.

“What's up Mas? Who hurts?” guess Bu Yanti. A child who contacts his parents at unusual hours must make the heart of any parent rumble.

“Mas to hospital ya Ma'am... Colored stomach already mules-mules.”

“Iya—iya to hospital. Mom's in the hospital now. Just wake up dad first..” said Bu Yanti with a little hesitation.

“No need—no need now. Mom rest up. Tomorrow is Mom... Tomorrow ‘kan holiday. It's okay. If you don't mind, tomorrow pick up Dul before you go there. Let Dul see also,” pinta Bara.

“Oh yes already, ya—iya.. tomorrow before going to the hospital, dads pick up Dul. Be careful with the mistress. Patience to say to the Colonized, hopefully launched. Tomorrow morning mom get there.”

And the conversation ended after embers pressed the END button on the screen. Bara turned to Dijah who leaned his head to look behind the window of the car staring at the quiet but bright streets.

25 Minutes later Bara had parked his car near the hospital lobby and got down with a bag and took his wife.

Armed with an introductory envelope from the gynecologist they obtained two weeks earlier Bara took his wife to a room that read ‘delivery room’.

He was replaced by clothes and went to bed. On his face implied his efforts to endure the occasional pain that came. The obstetrician has not arrived but a midwife has done a preliminary examination.

“Already two openings with fast intervals. Because his mother had a history of sectio, so we wait for natural contractions without induction. We wait for the dedenya both out yes.” said Midwife when finished pairing the baby's heart rate detector around the stomach Colored.

“About how long is Bu?” ask Bara. “This pain how long until it can give birth normally,” continued Bara whose look now looks more languid than Dijah.

“Can be a moment, can be long Sir.... Later we will check again the progress of the opening.”

The midwife continued the preparation of labor in the maternity room. Remove various stainless tools from the cupboard that is located parallel to the sink.

At three o'clock in the morning, Bara's sleepiness vanished. Seized vomited several times in a stainless waskom that the nurse gave her. His face is pale. Although not complaining even complaining, his forehead has been drenched in sweat even though the room temperature is fairly cold.

At seven in the morning, opening five. Bara just called Kang Supri to tell her about the invasion. And the news he got was even about the mother who went to the hospital because her condition decreased. I don't know what to tell his wife later. Bara briefly came out of the room after having just thrown out the vomit of Sejah and replaced it with a stainless waskom and put it on his wife's lap.

Bara was standing outside the closed maternity room door pulling out her cell phone.

“So what mother is Kang?” ask Kang Supri. He was very worried that his wife gave birth and something bad happened to his mother-in-law.

“Be treated. Condition's stable. Titip salam same Sejah ya. My wife will be going to the hospital later. Don't say anything to Dijah,” Kang Supri's message.

At eight o'clock in the morning a hospital room service officer walked in to deliver a tray full of breakfast.

“Dijah. You need energy, have vomited back and forth just drink water aja.” Bara rubbed the back of the Sejah who sat with one hand holding on to the edge of the fiber bed.

“Dijah.... I can't stand you like gini. Over time. You're the same, you're okay if you have to have surgery. Just as a darling..” murmured Bara caught one of the Seized hands that suddenly gripped her.

Bara pulls Sejah into a hug. Both of the women's hands were wrapped around her waist which was standing at the side of the bed. His shirt was already tangled because of the tight grip that did not come off.

At 12 pm, the obstetrician went back in and checked.

“Open six, but labor slowed down. Her cervical thinning is slow,” said the obstetrician with a serious look. “We wait until afternoon sir... There is an addition of openings or not. Hopefully according to his plan his mother who is determined to be normal.” The doctor then opened the glove and left Bara who was staring pleading towards the Seized.

His face was scaled and languished. Still going down and whispering seduction at his wife, he turned to the door that opened slightly. Bu Yanti's bolt appeared behind the door. A little nodding he then paid to come out for a while. Leaving the Sejah who was lying on his side gripped the side of the bed with both hands.

“What are the openings?” asked Bu Yanti with an anxious look.

“Six Mom, 10 hours is still opening six. Dul where?” tanya Bara realizes that she did not see Dul with her mother.

“Buy snack with dad in mini market lobby. Mom wants to come in, Colored is okay?” asked Bu Yanti to ask her son for his approval. For him to visit people who are sick any need for approval. Not everyone who is sick is comfortable to visit.

“The copy is not advanced. The doctor said wait until the afternoon there is an addition or not. Seized still want to be normal. I can't stand it. I can't bear to..” Bara almost cried when he said that to his mother. Almost all night he felt the world turn upside down. Seeing the Sejah who can't talk.

“Mother to dalem,” says Bu Yanti. Bara followed her mother who entered after knocking on the door twice.

Bu Yanti saw Dijah lying on his side on the bed facing the door. A stainless waskom was located not far from his feet and a bottle of eucalyptus oil was in his arms.

“Dijah...” call Bu Yanti on her daughter-in-law. Bara pulled out a bench so that his mother could sit right near his wife's head.

“Hmm... B-Bu..” greeting Colored a little look up.

“This is mom...” said Bu Yanti. Slowly his hands confirmed the hair that was covering his face. It was only the first time that Bu Yanti touched the body part of her daughter-in-law other than when she was colonized who was crucifying her hands.

“Nothing if you can't stand it. All women are equally great. The one who gives birth normally, who gives birth through surgery, is just as great. Both will be mothers. All are equally lucky women because they have been trusted to give birth to children in the world. That's all that matters.” Bu Yanti again tidied up his hair and took out two sheets of tissue from the table to wipe the sweat of his daughter-in-law.

“Iya..” says Sejah then inhale and close. It seems like he is back in a wave of pain.

Bu Yanti looked at Dijah's lips which were dry and slightly peeling off.

“Continuous drinking indications 'right Mas?” tanya Bu Yanti looked up at Bara who stood holding his wife's head.

“Dikasi Bu,” sahut Bara with frowning forehead and worry look that has not been fixed.

“Dijah.... I love you too. Honey to your baby. Bara can't stand you like gini. That afternoon was still a long time, her labor slowed down. Until this moment you are great to be sick, but think about yourself too. Nothing Colored.” Bu Yanti opened a bottle of eucalyptus oil and applied it around the forehead of the Seized. Colored just blinked a few times then closed his eyes again and grimaced.

“Can I ask Bara to sign the Nak operating permission form?” asked Bu Yanti rubbed her daughter-in-law's cheek.

The youngest child thought. His son-in-law was the youngest. If Sejah the youngest child must have been since yesterday he did not go-away from the woman's side. If the colonized does not have a mother or family figure who can accompany him other than Bara, in fact it is his duty.

I looked at Bu Yanti a few times. He can't believe just his mother said ‘Nak’ to call Dijah.

“Where's Nak? Can?” ask Bu Yanti again.

Slowly Bu Yanti saw Dijah nod. Her daughter-in-law's tears were seen dripping down the corner of the pillow where she had buried her face since. The excruciating pain did not make the tears of Colored had broken since earlier. Bu Yanti felt more and more compassionate.

Bara then hugged his wife's head. “Mas sign yes Darling... Up here, you've tried. You're great, I said mother. Makasi ya Jah's.... I met the doctor first. You are here with mom.”

Bara tainted the head of the colonized many times and left the room. In between her steps towards the doctor's room, Bara wiped away her tears.

At 13:45 their daughter was born healthy. With a length of 50 cm with a weight of 3350 grams.

Bara unceasingly wiped her tears as she hugged a blanket containing a baby girl who blinked her eyes and opened her mouth.

“Mas cry...” whispers Colored when Bara thrusts baby into her cheek. Colored tears came back down as she looked at the most beautiful baby she had ever seen.

Bara chuckled, looking at Dijah astonished at his wryness. “Mas touched,” said Bara smiling with tears back floating.

“Makasi ya Jah..” said Bara then kissed his wife's forehead. They are still in the operating room and the doctor is doing the suturing.

“Whose name?” tanya Sejah's. “If asked all this time always secret,” added Colored with a weak voice.

“Call him Mima..” Bara then put Mima into the Deck of the Colonized.

The To Be Continued.....

East Jakarta, July 11, 2021

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