A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 124

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...Happy Reading's...

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Unimaginable torment Harsa during the first trimester of Widya's current pregnancy. Every day he could only eat rice at night. The rest, he only ate fruit in the morning and afternoon. Even so, he is grateful. His body was still fit even though he lost a few pounds.

Unlike Widya, he just looks ordinary even more energetic than usual. Although already in the third month, the distended stomach is not so visible. It just looks tight with cheeks that are a little chubby. Widya's diet is still the same as usual, not excessive and now increasingly likes various types of fruit. Because of what her husband ate, she also ate it.

"Well, I'm gonna go out for a minute and find something. You wanna come?" asked Harsa when she glanced at Widya leaning on the headboard of the bed while reading a pregnancy magazine. Widya's hands occasionally vacuumed the contents of the jar with peas in it.

"Search what?" Widya asked back casually, not one bit distracting her from the magazine.

"That ...," hiss Harsa was restrained and made Widya unable to ignore it.

"That's what?" demand Widya. Now she shuffled out of bed and approached her husband, who was preparing to wear a black leather jacket.

"Ehm, that. I want to buy durian. But ...," harsa's pause. He noticed the mimic of his wife's face was now increasingly frowning because of it.

"There's one condition. You can't eat." Harsa looks the wrong way to see Widya's gawking face.

At once Widya smiled leisurely while hugging Harsa's slightly thinner arm. Realizing this, he was a little pity. Because the one with the cravings is Harsa, not herself. "Not what, Yang. I got it. I won't eat that, because I can eat another one. As per the advice of Doctor Fisa two weeks ago, eating durian excessively can increase the weight of prospective babies. The size of the baby that is too large risks making it difficult for the mother during labor. This is because durian has a high amount of calories and sugar. So, I should avoid foods that are high in calories. Because I myself am afraid if my body will be too swollen. Whatever for our baby candidates, I will do it even though I also like the durian. It's okay. No problem, really," Widya said at length.

"Who's wife, hell, is a pinter. Smart mom, yeah, look, here. Thanks for knowing me, yeah." Harsa pinched Widya's cheek anxiously while hugging Widya from behind.

"Yes, candidate Papa.”

"Oh, how come papa, anyway?" harsa protests. Slightly stretched his grip.

"Well, what do you want to call, later?" ask Widya. Looking at Igu at Harsa while turning her body so that she could look at Harsa perfectly. However, Harsa's hand still cupped his waist and did not stop to comment on the smile.

"Emm .. I want it, Papi.”

"Oh, same thing." Widya pinched the tip of Harsa's nose slowly.

"Sick, honey," whined Harsa a little drama. That made Widya laugh.

"I'm coming, yeah," Widya pinta.

"But get in the car, if so. Night wind is not good for pregnant women." Harsa further tightened her possessive embrace.

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Millions of seconds into minutes. So is the next. Now, Widya's gestational age is in the ninth month. It doesn't feel like there are just a few days left for Widya to give birth. If it suits HPL, there are still ten more days. However, the estimate could be backward or forward.

During these nine months, not only Widya and Harsa were enthusiastic at the birth of their first son. Of course, their four friends were also enthusiastic. No exception with parents Harsa and Widya. Especially at the last USG this month. Doctor Fisa estimates that the baby Widya conceived is a male.

"Yang," call Widya. He was sitting on a long sofa in the corner of the room.

"Yes." Yeah."

The summoned Harsa only looked up at a glance then returned on the folding screen before him. For the past few days, Harsa brought her work home. Under the pretext of having to pay attention to Widya's health. The appetite is suddenly uncontrollable and diverse, also the mood is alternating, making Harsa a little uncomfortable especially on Zakir. Many times he left the job and gave it to Zakir suddenly.

As a result, he had to do work at home, because indeed not all the work he could bestow on Zakir. Although her best friend was getting smarter and very understanding of her situation, Harsa was unable to act arbitrarily.

"Not finished yet?" widya Rajuk.

Harsa glanced at his slightly lethargic wife. His face also seemed to be thinking heavily. Realizing that, Harsa immediately closed the laptop and approached Widya on the sofa. Not sitting next to Widya but sitting on the floor, positioning himself to be comfortable to kiss Widya's distended stomach. Both of his hands felt softly feel the movement of their prospective son who would soon see the world. "Honey, he's actively baget," said Harsa sparkling.

Widya nodded quickly as she stroked Harsa's comfortable head in front of her stomach. "Yes. I think I'm getting uncomfortable with movement. Sleep is too. Sorry yes, last night you had to sleep leaning, because that position was the most comfortable." Widya revealed her condition last night. Sleep leaning on Harsa's body with pillows propped up here and there.

"Not what dear. Just so you're comfortable." Harsa smiled and re-hugged Widya's waist.

"Yang," call Widya

"Hmm, uh,"

"Abang Harsa Mandala,"

"Yes, Miss Harsa Mandala," replied Harsa while chuckling still with her most comfortable position hugging Widya's stomach. Likewise with Widya who also laughed out loud.

"What is the name of our child?"

Widya shook her head slowly. "Not yet" he said slowly and smiled. In Widya's mind, she was eager to pin the name 'Nathan' on her son, because indirectly, thanks to Nathan also she can now be close again and even become a wife of Harsa.

"Right, there's no plan?" ask Harsa to investigate.

"Hm.”

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After yesterday Kartika and Karin participated in shopping for the needs of prospective Widya children at the baby shop. Widya is still back at the store, but only with Harsa. Because of the boisterous existence of Karin and Kartika yesterday, until there are still some items that are missed.

This is where Widya and Harsa, are among the cute baby stroller. Widya looks enthusiastic about paying attention to all of that. Alternately pay attention to the details of the parts of the baby's propulsion tool.

For a moment Widya felt pain in her back. However, he still held on because the pain was gradually gone.

"Why, Honey. Is anyone sick?" ask Harsa spryly. Seeing the mimic of his wife's face that looks to withstand the pain.

"Neither .. only a little pain, kok.”

"Rest, over there, yuk! You must be tired of this" Harsa suggested. Not to forget he wiped the sweat that came out as big as corn seeds on Widya's forehead. The look on Harsa's face suddenly panicked, as his wife's eyes were closed with a hiss restrained on her lips. His hand pressed down firmly on his waist which was feeling increasingly painful.

"Sss-sick, Bang."

"Okay, relax, first, yeah. I'll call mommy for a moment."

Not long after, the call is connected and Harsa tells about Widya's complaint to Arini. Harsa listened to Arini's words on her phone and tried to be as calm as possible. Her hands were busy caressing Widya's stomach.

"Yes, Mother. Harsa take it there immediately."

That was the last word before the phone disconnected.

Harsa swiftly took Widya to the hospital. Panic, of course, he felt. However, he could master it calmly. Even though one hand is in control of the car's steering wheel. One other hand tightly grasped Widya's hand sitting beside her. While Widya is seen occasionally inhaling breath as hard as possible through the nose and throw it through the mouth. And so on until we get to the maternity hospital. Where Doctor Fisa is on duty.

After receiving the first treatment, Doctor Fisa told Harsa that Widya will undergo labor. Harsa immediately contacted Evi's mother, as Arini's mother was already on her way to the hospital.

"Dok .. can my husband accompany me here?" widya pinta.

"That's fine. Wait a minute, let the nurse call her."

Before long, Harsa came and held Widya's hand. The mouth does not stop praying. Occasionally his hands wiped the sweat on Widya's forehead. Smiles and nods seemed to strengthen his wife to struggle.

Minutes change, minutes change hours. Arini, Bowo, Rendra, Evi, Karin, Kartika, Edo, and Zakir had already gathered in front of the delivery room. Waiting anxiously for the birth of the Mandala Successor.

After the complete opening, Doctor Fisa and his team prepared with the equipment. Every now and then, Harsa glanced at the objects in the aluminum container and made him tremble.

Widya hissed long and immediately Doter Fisa gave instructions to Widya.

"Sigh, let's go slowly."

Widya followed what Doctor Fisa had instructed.

"good. Let's repeat again.”

"Come, Honey. Bismillah." Harsa clasped Widya's hand and continued to kiss Widya's forehead. Seeing Widya's struggle made Harsa's heart throb pain. Is that the labor process? It seemed that he could not bear to see Widya push hard for the sake of giving birth to his little son. Widya's veins until clearly visible during childbirth. Prayer strands never stop Harsa rapal for the safety of Widya and the baby.

Until ….

The cries of the little angel filled the number ten delivery room.

"Alhamdulillah!” everyone inside and outside the room.

"Our son is born, my dear." Harsa again showered a kiss on Widya's face that was still bathed in sweat. The clear details just escaped from the corner of Widya and Harsa's eyes. A smile was etched on Widya's white face. It shows how happy she is to be a mother.

"Goodbye, you have become a mother of Danendra Byakta Mandala.” Harsa gave a full smile when she saw the face of the tiny baby.

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...To be continued...

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