SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
DADDY ?

Today is my consultation with the doctor. It just so happened that I met my friend Doctor Syifa while she was still living in the orphanage. We were at SMA at the time.

"Good day, Doc" I said into his room. Comfortable, warm and tidy. Describe the personality of him. The warm and loving girl, from the beginning knew herself was a very considerate person. In accordance with his profession as a doctor.

"Hi, noon Bell.. Come in." wave his hand. He who is reading medical documents is cool according to him especially with his uniform. There was once an intention to become a doctor, but the cost was quite expensive for me at that time. Hopefully my son will be able to realize whatever his ideals without thinking about the cost.

"Gee.. It's busy again, Doc." I'll shake hands with him.

"Biasalah, I happen to want an operation later in the afternoon. So it has to be learned first. You schedule a consul today." opened a special book for pregnant women that I brought.

"Yes, I happen to also want to travel so all checks if I can, if forced to go with my first trimester pregnancy condition." initially I will just leave. But I'm afraid there's a problem with my baby. I wish the answer could be, but I also don't want to risk my own selfishness.

"You want a business trip?" he turned to me and I nodded.

"Well, is there really no one who can replace you at this time?,"

I shook my head.

"Actually, Bell. The age of the first trimester of pregnancy is the age most susceptible to miscarriage. Because the condition of the uterus that is adapting receives the growth of embryos in it. With such changes in conditions, it is very important to keep it stable. Traveling long distances while pregnant is not recommended. This is given the risk of premature birth, deep vein thrombosis in the legs, and so on. The first trimester is a vulnerable time where fetal organ development is taking place. In addition, the fetus has not fully attached strongly to the uterine wall, so the presence of shocks while traveling can cause miscarriage. Therefore, the condition of the mother must be very good and should avoid long trips so as not to occur the slightest trauma because it is feared will harm the fetus."

I nodded, hearing his explanation.

"Especially your gestational age just entered 7 weeks, Bell. Are you sure you are ready to accept the consequences." The question made my heart shrink, I want to leave that house and from Mas Reza immediately. My heart can't stand to see them play.

I lowered my head to rethink the risk I had to start so great. If I survive, it's not the same as making my son's growth is not good with my psychics are chaotic.

"There's actually something you're hiding from me, yeah, Bell. I've known you for a long time, I know you won't risk causing regret. There's a pressing problem, Bell. Can you open up to me. I'm also a mother and I know the dilemma you feel. I'm sure it's not a job, is it?."

Right, the guess is just right. He is indeed the Syifa I know, still too sensitive with every problem of friends nearby.

"Yes, Doc." I said softly.

"Look, you fell asleep in the gurney. I checked her situation first." she asked and I complied.

I slept in front of him. With a stethoscope and a Doppler in his hand.

His assistant gave me gel in my stomach.

"Let me, Ma'am." he asked his assistant.

DUG ... DUG ... DUG..

My heart is full of joy, my son has grown up there. Mama promised son, will take care of you wholeheartedly Mama even without a father by your side. I was moved to tears.

"You've heard Mrs Abraham." her smile broadened as she looked at me.

I nodded, "Yes, doc. Please don't call me Mrs Abraham." I asked. Too bad I heard it, especially after knowing that my presence meant nothing to them.

"Yes, yeah okay. Now I know the problem." she laughed and was happy as if she had gotten a raffle.

I pursed my lips when I found out he was trapping by using Madam's call.

"Your son is growing up, let's see how he is now" he asked his assistant for an ultrasound device.

I can't wait to stare at the monitor screen in front of me, a tiny body with an imperfect shape already clearly visible the shape of his head.

His movements weaved around inside there, his accomplices unformed. I can't wait to see her perfect body.

"This early growth is very important, Bell. You see, this is the heart. But other organs have not grown. His legs just sprouted, his head was not perfectly round. This is why the medical prohibits this first trimester pregnant woman from traveling, she still floats and has not stuck to the wall of the uterus."

He showed me the bubble that was keeping my son in there. What should I do after this, whether it should last a few more weeks. I don't think I'm strong, but seeing the risk I have to accept I'm not strong.

"Hmmm, I may not know exactly why you're leaving, Bell. But can I know where you're headed?" he wiped my stomach and closed it back. I got up and moved to the chair in front of his desk.

He was busy making medical reports for my son, I was confused what to say at this time.

"Bell, I hope you're honest this time. Where you go, so I can know if you can do it or not" he said.

"Outside Negri." I said slowly. I glanced at his assistant who was tidying up the gurney.

He nodded, "Sir, the patient is done?."

"Already, Doc. Mrs Bella Abraham was the last to consult." he said.

He nodded, "Alright, I can rest for a while."

"Good, Doc. Excuse me."