AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 236. THUMPED

Soloing.

Day passed by, Abyan had arrived before Ashar but because of the condition of Qonita was pregnant young. They choose to rest before chatting with a large family.

Night approaching. Ba'da isha.

Joglo Ageng residents of Danarhadi residence have entered their respective rooms after Abah gave a long message to Abyan and Amir about how to help his wife both during pregnancy, before or after childbirth.

Abah knew his son knew what he was going to do. But still, as a parent, he felt obliged to keep reminding his son to have a good role in their household.

Room two A.

Aiswa just lay in the room after the action of the two of them this afternoon. He claimed to be tired because of the mules that are now felt, the interval is getting closer.

"Bii, not feeling good. Big, how's it going?" said Aiswa felt a wave of taste that he did not understand. Difficulty breathing, until tight when lying down. Although her husband was not stopping rubbing his back while murajo'ah so that he felt comfortable.

"You are born like this, the vibration of love from the adek is more intense .. to the hospital yuk," asked Amir to wake up from his lying position.

"Masa? not yet mules jencinya. Was that not effective this afternoon, Bii?"

Amir only laughed in response to his wife's complaint at the time of birth.

"You're too excited, honey. Want to be in the suggestion of such a thing. I'm Ok you're sure of anything, just what's so comfortable, good boro Rohi," he laughed again considering the innocence of Aiswa.

"Ish, I'm not concerned about Bii, afraid of being born right then. Sorry Bii, there is no sense of happiness," Aiswa laughed, accompanied by her husband.

"Eror the son of Umma. Sinter, who's it teach you?"

"Qolbi is, who else," replied Aiswa in his laughter. Almost midnight, the two were still joking....

"Bii," complained Aiswa holding her breath while breathing in a short breath. He tried to get up, sitting on the head of the bed.

"Bismillah, calm down Rohi. Don't panic, just breathe. Read hana waladat ya," she kissed on all parts of Aiswa's face and helped him stand up, put on a hijab to cover his wife's aurat.

The pregnant woman aged over twenty years followed the direction of her husband even though he knew, the man was anxious and even worried.

Amir began to count with a stop watch on his phone, the distance of the mules interval that this woman felt. His lips chanted Al-insyirah, hugging Aiswa who stood by the side of the bed while blowing into his wife's womb.

"Well, can't the road be darling?" ask Amir slowly.

"Can, Bii."

Just a few steps.

"In a moment," she held back Aiswa's steps as the mother-to-be clasped her husband's arm. Wife contractions.

"You're great, honey." After easing up, Amir gave a kiss, a hug while guiding a slow step out of the room to get to the hospital.

Abah who was still awake with Kusno Kalani was surprised to find her two children walking slowly, occasionally stopping because Aiswa was holding back pain due to contractions.

"Sir, get ready to go. At the hospital," Abah exclaimed at the two men sitting with him earlier. The man, who is more than half a century old, came down the pendopo stairs and opened the rear car door.

"Slowly, slowly" Abah said as he helped Amir, sending his son-in-law in and sitting in the back seat.

"Excuse me, shukron Abah," Aiswa told her in-laws.

"Gengser, in shay'ah." The old man rubbed his daughter-in-law's head, gave a provision of prayer. (fluent, easy)

"Mir, careful. Accompany Aish yes, do not let go of the view. Abah followed with uyutmu," his message to the very son.

"Picture, Bah. I'm first yeah. The bag is behind but if Abah wants to sniffle, please bring it," he asked when he would close the car door.

"Uyut has called the hospital, there is ready .. yes, Abah bring it now .. go ahead sir," Abah told the driver also patwal.

Kusno went inside to take a travel bag that Amir prepared in the family room when he saw his employer was not dragging a suitcase for the birth of his son.

Danarhadi heard the noise outside her room. Rushing requested that Kusno prepare his Alphard out of the garage to follow the two A to the hospital.

"Sir, I'm inside first."

"Sesa's school, my great-grandson would be born. I'd like to see you first."

"I don't mean that, quick. Tausiah mulu," annoyed uyut. He could not wait to catch up with them.

The streets became quieter as patwal passed by. Sunday evenings are usually crowded protocol areas because many young kongkow. Thanks to the careful preparation of their great-grandfather, the car used by Aiswa glided rapidly through the streets of Solo.

Hospitals.

Several sisters and a doctor were standing guard at the door of IGD Solo hospitals Medica when the black BMW S-Class owned by Tumenggung Danarhadi stopped right in front of the building.

The sisters spryly helped Aiswa down. But Mrs Zaidi, just wanted to be exposed by her husband.

"Slow, Honey. If you are still able to walk, you can," whispered Amir who was taken by a doctor.

"What's wrong Mom, just slow down. It's been a regular contract" the doctor asked as he helped Aiswa walk.

"Yes, Doc. Alhamdulillah," said Aiswa in the breath.

After reaching the cubicle, the doctor suggested that Aiswa lie down because of the examination of the opening of the birth canal.

"Secondly yes," the doctor asked.

"Bii," she tugged at the end of the husband's shirt.

"Yes, Honey. I'm not going anywhere, here. Read on Rohi, don't break up" whispered Amir in Aiswa's ear. He was the same, soaking his tongue with the thread of prayer and the words of God. Moaning sweat, giving a kiss also caress in Aiswa's stomach.

"Bii, pain, pain," complained Aiswa when the doctor did the examination.

"Patience, we want to see Adek again," Amir hugged, giving his shoulder to the back of Aiswa's head while enduring the pain.

"His father was on this alert, and he was born again, the opening was almost complete." The doctor tidied up the patient's clothes, then asked the nurse to prepare a maternity room on the second floor.

"Alhamdulillah, Bi-ii .. hanna waladat maryam wa maryamu waladat ‘iisaa ukhruj ayyuhal mauluud biqudrotil malikil ma’buud...." Aiswa continued to say a prayer. He also remembered something. Then ask to call umma to the same Amir busy wetting his mouth with dhikr.

Trowels. Trowels.

The third ring, Umma raised his call.

"Yes Mir? assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam .. qUmma, sorry Aish .. saa-kiit, Bii, Umma, sa-kiit .. sorry-in Aish yes.." shouts the youngest daughter Hariri salim.

Amir continued to rub Aiswa's stomach, whispering prayers and inviting her baby to talk so that not too long her mother endured the pain.

Hoshs. Aiswa gasps to catch her breath.

"Hana waladat, honey. Umma do'ain Aish from here yes, Aish the strong son of Umma .. great, patient yes Nak .. in she Allah smoothly, Aish can even without Umma, there is Amir right there, Aish can be, Dear. Well, Umma redho is Aish...." Maryam held back sobs, she was sad, proud to be one. The princess gave birth without her presence.

"Pray-in, sorry Aish Umma. Assalamu'alaikum," Aiswa chose to disconnect the call, he would cry if he spoke too long.

Now he's diverting calls to Mama Rosalie, also Anggita.

"Ma, do'ain Aey yes. I-ni wants to be born," said Aiswa stammered when the call was connected.

Both of his indirect mothers prayed for him to smoothly go through labor. Moreover, Angita who is enthusiastic and passionate to provide support for the second wife of his daughter-in-law.

After everything was contacted, Aiswa calmed down even though the contractions came once every five minutes.

"Mama Anggi is very good with me, Bii.." isak Aiswa, even though he occupies the position of his son beside Amir. Not a hint of jealousy emanated from every sentence that came out of his mouth.

"Rezeki his daughter Buya Hariri salim .. adek, come out yuk, Umma and Abi can't wait to see you.." he whispered in prayer.

"Biiiii .. aahh."

"Doctor...." Amir frantically pushed the emergency call button from his room.

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