Chapter 8 AZMIA DECISION (a secret, august 2017)

AZMIA

In accordance with its nickname as the City of Rain, almost every day spilled water from the sky pours down Bogor, watering all of God's creatures that need water. However, right now I have to curl up in the hospital due to dehydration. All food is always vomited, making the body weak. This is the second time to be treated. Previously, he was rushed to the hospital because he fainted while picking up Mahira at school – the incident happened two months ago.

The food that enters the body does not match the nutritional needs of pregnant women, doctors are worried that something bad will happen to the fetus. Doctor Agus, who practices at Permata Bunda Hospital in Bogor – a place to check the womb since the beginning of pregnancy – decided that I should be treated. Plus a headache that does not go away, will be observed.

"Mia, I'm going to the office. I'll be back here in the afternoon," said Bram farewell.

"Don't forget to pick up Mahira, bring her school uniform. Tomorrow morning just leave from here, "I said softly, reminding him.

Bram nodded and left me alone. Despite forcing sleep, these eyes can't be closed. The pain in the head trumps all sleepiness. While grimacing in pain, Dr. Agus and a group of nurses entered the room that afternoon.

“Mia, I have something to say. It's still an early prediction, not final yet."

The words spoken by dr. Agus tensed up, he continued his explanation.

“I'm afraid you have a tumor on your head, Mia. To be sure, tomorrow we will do an MRI examination. But, you have to be referred to the PON Jakarta Hospital because the equipment is only there."

"What do you need, Doc?" I asked taking a deep breath trying to calm down, even though my heart was restless and scared.

"Agreement and signature from Bram for MRI examination," answered dr. Agus.

I was silent, while the nurse and Dr. Agus continued the examination, checking my heart and blood pressure. Suddenly my memory runs backwards remembering the events of last month. While checking the womb, met Mytha – a high school friend. At that time, Mytha was with her mother. They do a pap smear, they do it regularly once a year. It turns out that Dr. Agus is Mytha's cousin. Once you know, I'm Mytha's friend, Dr. Agus just calls "Mia" without the frills "mother" he said to make it more familiar.

The second coincidence, Dr. Agus is a friend of the owner of the Bogor Tunas Jaya Cooperative, the office where Bram works, since seven years ago. The third coincidence was that Dr. Agus turned out to be Bram's classmate at SMU 5 Bogor. My guess was right, when I first saw Dr. Agus, he was only two years older than Bram. Furthermore, Dr. Agus only called the name without the title "father" to Bram.

Since then we have become more familiar with Dr. Agus, he also paid special attention to the condition of my pregnancy and health.

"Mia ..." reprimanded Dr. Agus.

"Hmmm ... yes, sorry I was daydreaming yes," I replied in surprise while massaging my forehead.

I returned to focus on the words of Dr. Agus. God, that's how bad my health condition is. A bunch of questions raced through my brain, then...

“I… I… I want this baby to be delivered safely, Doc,” I stammered. A little bit of this tongue expresses a desire.

"Doc, whatever the result, I beg you, don't let Bram know," I said.

"As your husband, Bram must know your condition, Mia," said dr. Agus, "we need a signature, Bram."

Dr Agus refused my request. A long debate ensued and finally, with a heavy heart, dr. Agus agreed.

After more than a week of “vacation” in the hospital, they are allowed to go home with a bag of souvenirs – medicines for the mandatory “snack”. The MRI results stated that I was positive for an early-stage brain tumor. Even so, Dr. Agus asked that I really take care of my health for the sake of the baby and myself.

Bram did not know this disease that resided in the brain. He only knew his wife was tired, had to rest a lot and eat a lot. I didn't want to spoil the joy of Bram and our children.

Mahira can't wait for the birth of her baby sister, she is so cheerful and excited every time she comes home from school to talk to her baby sister. Brother Ihsan, our first child who is staying at the Sukabumi Islamic boarding school, always asks how the baby is in his mother's womb when he calls.

No... I don't want to spoil all their fun. After all, said Dr. Agus, it is still in the early stages, there is a high chance of recovery. Trying to reassure yourself that everything will be fine. Instill positive thinking, because it will provide good stimulation for the baby and the mother. Even so, you still have to maintain health, for the sake of the baby in the stomach - gently rubbing the stomach invites him to chat.