AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 181. MINI
Before entering the examination room, Aiswa has been asked to do a u-rin-e test using a pregnancy check device given by the nurse.
Ten minutes later.
After the midwife finished examining Aiswa, the beautiful woman joined her husband sitting at the medics table.
"If it corresponds to the last day of menstruation, the estimated age of the fetus is about three to four weeks," said the midwife while showing the results of the tool used by Aiswa earlier.
"Bii," he quietly grabbed Amir's hand, greeted by his grasp.
"Alhamdulillah, positive, ma'am?" asked Amir still in disbelief, while tightening the links of fingers.
"It is still very risky, must be maintained in the early days of pregnancy. Prospective Mother, if you experience complaints of severe nausea vomiting, immediately consult back yes .. I prescribe nausea reliever, also blood enhancer. later next month check Hb," said midwife explained to prospective parents in front of him.
"Is the recommendation of the obstetrician according to the best midwife here?"
"To the special hospital of mothers and children only, sir, there are more competent medical personnel also there are female doctors," continued Bu midwife shared the info while handing over the pink book to the handle of pregnant women if going to control pregnancy.
"Any consul, this is brought yes to monitor the development of the mother and fetus. Congratulations and hopefully healthy always," he concluded greeting Aiswa.
They came out of the examination room. Still silent to each other to get into the car, not a single conversation came out of the two.
Aiswa was busy with happiness as well as Amir, busy with his gratitude in heart.
"Bii, go to the hospital" asked Aiswa when the black Honda Jazz car was about to enter the yard.
"Dear Ish, why didn't you say daritadi? I'm speechless I can't think" he said, parking his car in a garage.
"Same, I do too."
Amir pulled the brake lever, pulled out of his car. He turned his head towards Aiswa who was still faithfully lying on his sloping left side chair.
"Rohi, look after ya. Trust for us, especially me. My heart feels like it...." Amir could not continue his words.
"Bii, here," Aiswa slowly woke up from her comfortable position, pulling her husband in an embrace.
"Alhamdulillah yes Bii, I will be careful from now on .. according to Qolbi, whatever it is. Ok? feel relieved already?"
"He em, my dear syukron. I'm a little scared," he said, clutching tightly.
"Healthy in Allah, I'm not too nauseous. Adek will be Abi's strong son, pray for us yes," Aiswa kissed her husband's face, she understood Amir was worried excessively considering his experience of taking care of Naufal. And must Ihklas let go when God's destiny says otherwise.
"What's it now? eat first ... do not go down, I prepare first let you leave again," Pinta Amir still hugged Aiswa.
"Down, the meal period here .. Qolbi cars are very, very comfortable too. It will smell like roasted chicken. I don't know why, either" Aiswa said, calming her husband.
"We just register first, let's not wait long," Amir grabbed his phone and downloaded the application related to registration control at the hospital he was going to.
Not how long.
"Done, seven o'clock at night dear, ba'da isya with Doctor Risty .. wes calm down," he said as he opened the door.
Amir turns around his car, opens the left side door and helps Aiswa get down from there. Not forgetting to bring the food he ordered.
"Den Mas, there was a guest," cried Alex when he saw Amir was about to enter the house.
"Who's Bang?"
"Ga knows, from Jakarta he said, not me but Mang Sapri," continued Alex again.
"Hasbi?" ask Aiswa as she passes.
While Aiswa to the room to change clothes because of the sultry, Amir prepared food assisted by Mba Sri.
"Mba, please take care of my wife's feelings .. Don't talk about Qiyya in front of her, Aiswa is quiet but if she has been offended without feeling wrong, she can fight back. I don't want any of you to get hurt. Mba has been with us for a long time, since Naya was a child .. know all the habits here, be careful, yes," asked Amir to a middle-aged woman who was like her own aunt.
"I'm sorry Den Mas, that was his release. Non Aiswa that if you talk softly Den, slowly the country but ko jleb," Mba sri smiled considering his stupidity.
"Yes, my wife who used to be cheerful, her character is clearly read. If Aiswa, don't try Mba, I don't know what the reaction will be like," Amir was a little assertive this time.
After this half-day series of activities, both Aiswa and Amir, both chose to rest.
Still hugging each other channeled joy that enveloped until the time of Maghrib. They have not dared to tell the two families about this happy news. Waiting for the doctor's reassurance tonight.
Exactly nine o'clock in the night, the hospital.
Aiswa sank into spoiled air after exiting the obgyn room towards the basement. Both were happy after the USG results stated that their fetal age began to enter four weeks. Aiswa is also advised to do vaccinations and other medical advice for pregnant women.
"Bii, buy a lot of very supplements, everything is taken when it is the same," said Aiswa began to imagine if all that should be swallowed.
"So the doctor said, vitamin C and iron supplements, folic acid and others. It all needs, baby."
Amir's phone rang just as he was about to leave the basement.
"Yes Bang" Amir opened his call.
"Guests? nights like this? husband and wife? .. Please prepare the pavilion, Bang, so that they can rest," Amir did not know who his guest was tonight. Want him not to meet but if it is urgent, must meet before he rest.
"Who's Bii?" ask Aiswa when the call is over.
"Not to know, Bang Alex never again. I'm buying coffee and snacks for Abah's overtime employees tonight" he said.
"Hopefully not him, I'm lazy to see his wife too."
"Yesterday so friendly why all of a sudden now so?"
"Come on, baby-congenital kali," prick Aiswa.
"Start bringing my son, adek ga salah Umma, do not carry around," Amir laughed, the mainstay sentences of pregnant women began to come out, he thought.
"My son Bii," protested Aiswa did not accept.
"Our son, for making both of them, began to sensi nih like." Amir rubbed his wife's head in anxiety, pinching Aiswa's cheek which began to look filled.
"Bii, Ak-"
"Stop, don't go on. If you are lazy, just go to the room, I understand baby. Don't let my son look like him because you hate him" Amir couldn't help but laugh.
"Amit-amit, don't use Bii, hate that. I'm just lazy," Aiswa tried to give it up.
"Yes, yes, donk bumil don't be angry."
Start keeping the mood, start talking carefully, start everything. For the sake of my Aiswa, patient sing Mir.
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