Jidderh (Completed)

chapter 38

I blinked my eyes open, the harsh white light above me slowly coming into focus. My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton, and my body ached in a strange, unfamiliar way. I instinctively raised my hand to touch my forehead, wincing at the dull headache that throbbed there.

As I started to take in my surroundings, I realized—this wasn’t home. It was a hospital room. Before I could make sense of it, I heard a familiar voice.

“Alhamdulillah, she’s awake!” Aunty Maryam sounded relieved, practically running out of the room. “Let me go get the doctor!”

Ammi was by my side in an instant, her warm hands gently touching my arm. “How are you feeling, my dear?” she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern.

“I’m feeling better… just a little dizzy,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Where is Ya Moh?” I asked, glancing around the room as if I expected him to appear from thin air.

Ammi laughed, shaking her head. “Eh, children of nowadays! First thing you ask is about your husband? No shame at all!” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt a rush of embarrassment, quickly covering my face with the hand that had the IV drip attached. “Ammi, nooo!” I groaned, hiding behind my fingers.

She laughed even more. “Look at you now, acting all shy! All this love love—Allah ya shirya! May He guide you both,” she said, still chuckling.

“Ameen,” I muttered under my breath, still embarrassed. Before I could say anything else, the door swung open, and in walked Aunty Maryam with the doctor, a nurse trailing behind them. And there, standing just behind them, was Ya Moh. His face was full of concern, but the second he saw me awake, his expression softened into a relieved smile.

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asked, his voice calm and reassuring.

“I’m feeling much better, thank you,” I replied.

Ya Moh stayed by the door, his eyes never leaving me. He looked like he was holding his breath, as if he couldn’t relax until he knew I was truly okay. I gave him a small smile, trying to tell him without words that I was fine. He finally exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a little.

The doctor checked my vitals, nodding approvingly. “Good, good. Everything seems to be in order. But I’d like to have a word with your husband in my office,” he said, motioning for Ya Moh to follow him.

Ya Moh hesitated, looking at me as if asking for permission. I nodded at him, and he reluctantly followed the doctor out of the room.

As soon as they were gone, Ammi turned to me with a mischievous smile. “Now, what’s this about, eh? I’ve never seen him so worried before. You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger!”

I laughed weakly, “I think he’s more nervous than I am, Ammi!”

Meanwhile, in the doctor’s office, Ya Moh sat down, his heart racing. He had been on edge the entire time, praying everything was alright. The doctor sat across from him, clearing his throat before speaking.

“Well, Mr. Muhammad, I have some good news for you,” the doctor began, a big smile on his face.

“Good news?” Ya Moh repeated, sitting up straighter.

“Yes, your wife is about three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Ya Moh just stared at the doctor, his brain not quite processing the words. “She’s… pregnant?” he said slowly, as if testing the words.

The doctor nodded. “Yes, about three months along. It’s quite surprising no one noticed earlier, but sometimes that happens.”

It took a second, but once it hit him, Ya Moh couldn’t hold back his excitement. He jumped up from his seat, grinning like a madman. “Alhamdulillah! She’s pregnant! I’m going to be a father!” he shouted, pumping his fists in the air.