After Married
THE DILEMMA OF FATHER AND MOTHER

A few hours later Nisa's stomach was already a bit heartburn. After Maghrib it seems that the contractions Nisa felt began to feel more intense. He began to struggle in moving, it seemed like the medicine given by the doctor had actually reacted.

A moment later a nurse came and brought food to Nisa's room.

“Please enjoy Bu,” be friendly.

“Thank you sister, may I ask for a moment please,” he said hesitantly.

“Yes, there's something I can help you with.”

“Please call the doctor, the feeling of contraction I feel is growing.”

“Good Mom, briefly.”

After putting food on the table, then the nurse excuse me and immediately call one of the midwives on guard duty. Moments later a midwife appears and begins to check on Nisa's condition.

“Night Ibu Nisa,” reply.

“Night Bu,” said Nisa while holding her heartburn.

“Excuse me Mom, sorry I checked for a second huh. Please her legs lifted then slightly bend and opened a little yes.” The midwife's instructions.

Then he began to measure the magnitude of the opening that Nisa had experienced.

“New opening three Bu, to get to full opening it still seems to take a few more hours, maybe about eight more hours.”

“Hah, another eight hours, which is true, then why does it feel like this?” moaning Nisa while muttering.

After that the midwife tidied up her work tool, then gave a little message to Nisa.

“Mother Nisa try to lie on her side, ma'am, to speed up the opening process that mother experienced."

“Good Mom, thanks.”

Then the doctor excused himself from Nisa's room and was silent for a moment Nisa's room. Nisa's monologuing in her heart.

“Birth twice is the same, no one accompanies,” his screams in heart.

Somehow want to give birth anywhere, she still can not be with her husband. Though at times like this she wants to be noticed by her husband. His back was so painful and stiff. She missed the tenderness of her husband's hand at this time.

Usually at home if he is exhausted like this, he can indulge with it. Fadhil's handcuffs and all the attention he gave during his pregnancy were missed, but at the most important moment he was alone.

Somehow he also missed the joy of his only son Zi. His face and funny behavior can reduce the anxiety he experienced. Because during this second pregnancy, Nisa often experiences stress and a good emotional surge.

Maybe it was because Nisa's blood pressure was always high during the pregnancy yesterday. Hopefully it is true, after the baby is born the condition is restored as usual.

“Huh, I don't know, but it hurts so much God,” complained Nisa.

The sweat started to pour on Nisa's forehead. Often when he endured that unbearable heartburn by squeezing the tip of his bed sheet. Or if it hurts more, he holds the infusion support pole tightly. At least be able to express that pain and make a relief.

Maybe if there is Fadhil in the room, maybe Fadhil's hands have been squeezed out by Nisa. Unfortunately only dead things filled him in the room. Though Nisa's room has AC but in fact does not give him the slightest coolness.

Nisa's mouth was unrelenting to commute to prayer. All the prayers he said while holding his stomach. That afternoon he felt nothing after being given the induction medicine. In fact, the current heartburn that he experienced many times.

"O Allah, son, do not stay here for long, my mother is not strong" he whispered.

While outside Nisa's room, a few meters from the delivery room there is Fadhil pacing there. He was with several prospective fathers preparing to be called in to accompany their wives who want to give birth.

The rules there prohibit anyone from entering or just to accompany their wife who wants to give birth. Prospective fathers are allowed in when their wives are actually already experiencing a full opening and preparing for childbirth.

Previously Fadhil had given news to all his extended family including people at home about the condition of Nisa. Zi had also heard the news directly from Nisa when Nisa was still able to hold her phone some time ago. Even Nisa also had time to send a message to Fadhil to reduce his sense of boredom in the room.

It is a pity that this is beyond the predictions of Nisa and Fadhil. Looks like they took the hospital wrong for maternity. In their shadow, in times like these he could still be with family members like in most places. But that doesn't happen in this hospital.

From outside the room Fadhil can only pray that all the processes undertaken by his wife can run smoothly. He is actually also very anxious, especially now he is with prospective fathers who experience the same tension with him.

“Yes Allah is this what it feels like?” inner Fadhil.

Suddenly the ringing of his cell phone scattered Fadhil's daydream. He immediately reached into his pants pocket to look for the flat object.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." said someone over there.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Fadhil.

"Mother and father are on their way to your town, son, you are patient and pray a lot."

"Yes, Mom."

"Where is Nisa now?"

"Nisa's in Mom's room, I can't go in before the doctor calls."

"Well, I hope mom and dad can make it on time."

"Aamiin's."

After a while later, there were a few doctors and midwives passing by in front of him. Fadhil also followed in a panic, because he thought Nisa was the one who wanted to give birth.

But apparently not, because a prospective father who was beside him was the one who was called first.

"Sir Fadhil I'm sorry first yes" he said.

"I-iya .." she said a little embarrassed.

How shameless, he seemed to have misheard when there was a name call earlier. His mind could not think clearly at times like this.

He went back in front of the entrance.

"If I could see your face even for a moment, my mind would be a little calm" Fadhil murmured while rubbing his face violently.

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Ouch. kok othor stomach so follow mules yes. sorry to go back first yes. although only nulis but actually follow mules nih othor..

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