Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Child to 2

Time keeps passing. Now Zakira's body has stepped on 9 months.

Rafli is in front of the operating room, with Aufar waiting for the birth of their new family member.

After an hour in the operating room. Rafli did not also hear the sound of crying babies, his feelings were getting anxious.

"Why don't you hear the baby's crying."

Rafli is still waiting anxiously for the birth of his baby. He glanced at the large bag he was carrying.

Ms. Rita just arrived at the hospital, after hearing the news delivered by Rafli. "Rafli what about Zakira?"

"Zakira's still in the operating room."

Moments later a nurse came pushing the baby carriage.

Rafli and Bu Mita approach the nurse.

"My daughter's sister why don't you cry?" ask Rafli.

"We will soon examine it intensively, to find out the cause."

Feelings of worry began to arise in Rafli's heart. "How's my wife doing?"

"Your wife's condition is now stable and will soon be taken out of the operating room."

Rafli and Rita look at the baby boy in the box.

"Excuse me. I'll take the baby to the intensive care room" the nurse took by and left Rafli and Rita's mom.

The two of them could only stare at the Sister's departure with anxious and worried feelings.

A few minutes later Zakira came out of the operating room. Rafli follows the nurse who pushes Zakira's bed and into the treatment room.

Bu Rita looked cynically at Zakira who was still closing her eyes because she was unconscious.

'Tell me if anything happens to my granddaughter, ' Rita's mind.

Because her grandson has not been found, Miss Rita also intends to resign.

"Rafli!" Call Miss Rita.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Rafli Mommy comes home first. It's also free for you to come here anyway can't see your child, your child is treated in an intensive room."

Rafli was silent for a moment. He was disappointed at the attitude of Bu Rita who never sympathized with his wife.

"Yes, pray for Rafli's son to be healthy."

'Yes Rafli. Of course I'll wish you all the best for your granddaughter."

Rita left in front of Rafli

***

"Dad mom is sick?" Aufar asked when she saw Zakira lying down with her eyes closed.

"Ya Aufar don't be naughty. We'll see Dedek Aufar soon."

'Which Dede Aufar is Yah?"

"That's in the glass tube with the nurse."

"Why not just bring it here Dad?" ask Aufar.

"Dedek wants to be examined with the sisters. Aufar doain for dede to heal quickly ya."

"Yes Well."

"Aufar go down first yes, I want to finish our things, let it be neat. Later in the night we will sleep here take care of mother."

Aufar came down from Rafli's sling.

"Dear, Aufar, you just play. I purposely brought a lot of toys for you so you don't get bored here."

"Yes Well."

While Aufar was playing, Rafli tidied up Zakira's belongings and put them on the nightstand.

A few moments later, Zakira opened her eyes

and then blinked his eyes.

"Are you awake, baby?" ask Rafli. There is actually a feeling of worry in Rafli about the health of their baby.

'Where's our son?" Ask Zakira.

"Our child is still under intensive care for examination. Because when we were born our children didn't cry Zakira."

"Didn't you cry?" Zakira began to worry about the condition of her baby.

"But she's okay, isn't she?" Ask Zakira.

"Hopefully baby, you'll calm down." Rafli tries to calm Zakira down even though he himself is worried about the state of their baby.

"Are we women or men?"

"So I saw it in the box of men. It's just that he only weighs 2.5 kg."

Zakira's eyeballs slowly dew.

"You don't have to be sad, honey. Pray that nothing will happen to our children."

Zakira glared with a dewy eyeball.

'O Allah, please save my baby, ' Zakira looked blankly.

***

Rafli sees Zakira's grief, which is why I want to see the baby's condition. He hopes their child does not suffer from serious illness.

"You are here first yes, I want to see the state of our child," said Rafli when the items were arranged in the right place

"Yes, you bring Aufar with you." 

"Let's go Aufar and look at Dedek."

Rafli clasped Aufar's hand They came out of Zakira's treatment room.

"Where are we going?" ask Aufar.

"You see dedek."

"Oh look at Dedek."

Aufar walked while watching the surroundings. Because Aufar was an active child, while walking he counted the poles he passed.

Rafli listened carefully to Aufar's count.

"102, 103 104."

"Aufar can count that much without being mistaken?" rafli Guman.

Rafli wins rarely accompany Aufar's daily life, so he does not know if Aufar is smarter than the average child his age.

They also arrived at a ward.

''The Pediatric Intensive Care Unit."

Rafli was so shocked to hear Aufar could read the nameplate in the room.

"What once again Aufar. You try reading?"

'Pediatric Intensive care units," said Aufar again.

Rafli stared silently at Aufar.

"Aufar is very smart," he murmured.

Rafli approached the nurse and asked about the baby.

"Suster How's my baby doing?"

"At this time we're doing lab test tests sir. Thank God your baby was crying, even though his voice was not so big. We checked his heart, which was beating faster, but still normal."

Rafli's feeling a little relieved to hear the nun's words.

"Aamin let's hope nothing happens with my baby sister."

After learning of the baby's condition, Rafli returns to meet Zakira.

Along the way Aufar was seen busy counting his footsteps. He could even count his footsteps by thousands.

Rafli observed Aufar. 

'It looks like Aufar is indeed different from a child his age, ' inside Rafly.

After finding out the baby's heart is normal, Rafli feels a little calm. Because usually babies who do not cry at birth, have a heart defect.

Rafli also arrived at the room Zakira.Rafli told How Aufal can read the writing in English and can count to penetrate thousands of numbers.

Zakira just smiled hearing Rafli's admiration story. They are also still concerned about the state of the baby who is still in the treatment room.

In the afternoon because the process of examining baby Zakira was finished, Sister took her to Zakira's room. The baby was welcomed by Rafli and Zakira.

***

The next day Rafli was called by the nurse to see a doctor because the results of the examination on their baby had come out.

"It just so happened that Bu Rita was there too. He wants to hear the results of Rafli's blood test."

"OK on good."

Rafli and Bu Rita sit in front of the doctor.

Rafli's heart felt racing because he was worried something happened to his son.

"How is my baby Doctor" asked Rafli.

The doctor read back the blood test report in the laboratory.

"Your child has thalassemia."

"Thalassemia, what disease is a doctor?" ask Miss Rita.

"Thalassemia is a blood disorder and is a hereditary disease that occurs due to the presence of defective genes in one or both. That is, this disease is inherited from parents who are passed down through genetic and not contagious."

The doctor also explained in detail the factors why Rafli's baby has Thalassemia.

"So if your wife is pregnant and gives birth again, then it is likely that your baby will again experience Thalassemia disease."

Like being struck by lightning, Rita and Rafli heard the news. At once Rafli's body felt weak.

'That means, if I want to have offspring that are free of Thalassemia, my son should marry another woman doctor?"

"It's probably like that."

Rafli was shocked to hear the doctor's words. When Rafli's feelings become shattered. He could only be silent with red eyeballs.

"Hiks, my favorite grandson, why do you have Cu's disease. It must be because of your mother." Mita was so sad to hear the news. Because he so craved the birth of his grandson .

After listening to the doctor's explanation, Rafli and Bu Rita came out of the room.

"You listen to Rafli your genes and Zakira's genes don't match. If you want to have a healthy and normal child you must divorce Zakira so that your child does not experience the rare disease pity my grandchild hiks."

Rafli turned towards Bu Rita.

"It's all because of you and Rafli. I told you if you keep that bastard in your family, you will have bad luck. You see for yourself that the mother's granddaughter must suffer from this rare disease. His whole life he will never recover hyks" said Rita.

Rafly's feelings were mixed at that time, sad, disappointed and angry. Rafli walked over with a blank look. Towards the Zakira treatment room.

While Rita continued to curse and grumble because she thought that the disease experienced by the baby Rafli was due to the defective Zakira gene.

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