AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 237. AMARAH AMIR

"Doctor...." Amir called, also pressing the emergency button near Aiswa's bed.

Danarhadi's influence was dominant. The doctor is quick to take action for the patient.

Aiswa's bed is pushed out immediately. Amirzain's wife's hand was not separated from her husband's grasp when the brangkar entered the elevator until slowly occupying the delivery room.

"Sorry, Sir. Just wait outside, you're safe with us" said the head nurse.

"No, I don't want to. Wants to stay here with him. If there's any compensation I have to spend, business later. My wife has to be with me!" Amir out of control. He doesn't want to leave Aiswa.

Some of the sisters were surprised by the firm and high tone that the man delivered.

"You want to take care of me or my wife?" her word again.

"But the procedure is like that...."

"You bother taking care of me? his guardian, compared to him who is fighting life and death? where are your consciences!" yell again.

"Bii, it's okay. I'm alone," said Aiswa weakly.

"Dear, I don't want to."

Amir stared intently at the medics, they rattled until they finally began to continue the action.

The doctor who was treating Aiswa arrived, hastily taking over the entire command.

"Pak Amir, help Mother at the end of the head yes, can be leaned on the shoulder of the Father, then give support," the female doctor directed Amir gently to help his wife.

The emotionally charged man took a deep breath, slowly lifting up Aiswa's upper body and supporting her.

"Strong honey, I'm here. Can you?" his whisper was soft, rubbing the intense sweat present on his woman's forehead.

"Bismillah, can Bii. Umma said, I can too," he replied with a breath that began to be cut off.

Amirzain Zaidi, began to have the heart to see his wife endure the pain when the strong contraction came but has not been allowed to push along with the invitation of their baby.

The Netra that was used to the shade was now starting to fog. Feeling the pain when his Rohi withstood the sound of the contraction wave.

"Hold ya ma'am, don't push first" said the doctor again.

"Doctor...." Amir.

"May sir, her pelvis is enough even though her baby is big ... Mom was young, a little while." The doctor understood the man's grief as if asking for a faster action or surgery.

"Ready ma'am ... hold .. ok, push, slow.." the doctor gave direction to Aiswa.

"Pull the breath first, again .. push...."

Aiswa followed all the doctor's directions, even though he painstakingly took a breath.

"Can, dear.." though he could not bear, he tried to strengthen his heart.

"Bii, sick ... sakiiettt.." a bitter moan escaped from the tiny mouth that never complained.

"Doctor.." call Amir again.

"Here sir, this has been seen his head .. Come Bu Aiswa, can ko... it's been good this.." doctor gave encouragement.

"Honey, remember Adek want to meet Umma," whispered encouragingly.

The woman in her husband's arms again felt a strong urge. He was trying to follow the doctor again.

"One. two. push Mom..."

"Aarrghh, sick." Aiswa involuntarily cried. Surely Amir could not resist so that his clear feathers did not fall.

"Aiswa Fajri, tell me if you can't. I glorify you, dear," she whispered gently withholding her grief.

"I can Bii, just be sick, I can afford." she replied weakly.

"Bii, Redho is like me" asked Aiswa. He no longer cared about the doctor's advice.

"Redho, honey. Come on, you're picked up.." whispered Amir. Turn the doctor's gaze on her. This handsome man understood, something happened in the process of the birth of his wife.

"Bismillah.." said the doctor lirih almost inaudible.

Aiswa's arm was infused, as well as an oxygen hose on his head. Amir resigned while praying to the owner of the universe.

Tensional.

Silent. All there is is is the sound of drip infusion.

"Bu Aiswa, let's try again...."

"Common, aarrghh...."

"Come, Rohi. Bismillah can...." Amir kept sparking his spirit.

While the sister who was struggling with it earlier stroked Aiswa's stomach and slowly gave a push for maximum contraction this time.

"Again, a little more." exclaimed the spirit doctor.

"It hurts, umma hurts...."

"Rohi, remember dear adek.." The man's masculine voice began to roar.

"Arrrghghh...."

"I've held her head...."

"Little darling, let's get Rohi...." Amir also triggered

"Yok Ma'am, one .. two .. again, push .. say Aahh.." the doctor's warning was so firm that Aiswa immediately excited again.

"Belgium ... Biiiiiii.." The last breath will be long from the owner of the name Aiswa Fajri.

"Ooeeeeeeeee....."

"Alhamdulillah .. baby boy welcome to the world .. Your look, dear.." doctor grabbed the body of a tiny baby from there. Take her right into Aiswa's arms for a moment.

Amir was quick to chant the Adhan in his son's ear before the red body with a loud cry was returned to the lap of the pediatrician who had been standby there for medical action before it was given to the Mother to IMDS.

"Bii," Aiswa sobbed. His struggle with enduring a dozen minutes of pain brought wonders to his small family.

Amir trough, more than the day that hit the chest. He doesn't care about the surroundings. The man gave a million kisses on his wife's face. Caressing, removing all sweat from the body that looks weak as well as tired.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you katsir ya Eini Rohi habibati .. thank you very much Dear, thank you," added the man who just changed status to become a father.

"U’iidzuu bil waahidis shomadi min syarri kulli dzii hasadin. Yuridullahu bikumul-yusra wa la yuridu bikumul-'usra.” Lirih Aiswa said a prayer after giving birth.

Fifteen minutes later.

When Aiswa has returned neat, changing beds are also changed assisted by the husband on standby.

Aiswa receives with both hands when the tiny baby is given to her for breastfeeding.

"Ahlan wa sahlan, my son," said Amir with a face full of relief, showering his Son's head with a kiss, presenting the chant of al-Qodr letter in both ears.

"Allaahumma habbibhu wa ahibba man yuhibbuhuu. Handsome, exactly Abi."

Aiswa kissed the tiny face in the embrace, bringing the still-wrinkled palm to her mouth. Pray that God will guard him from his actions.

"By direct IMD yes Bu Aiswa, assisted by a nurse," the doctor advised as he cleaned himself there. Then approach both.

The young mother chose to be helped by Amir, she began to breastfeed her baby. He no longer cared about the pain in his lower body.

"What's her name Ma'am?" asked the head nurse, she seemed to be writing something. Before long two bracelets were pinned on the arms of his son as well as Aiswa.

"Althafariz Fayyadh," replied Amirzain's wife.

"Grace of kindness, Your Grace, lovely darling. May it be our conditioning, as well as a helper in the final yaumil. Aamiin's." Amir clutched two figures that made him very grateful, proud and happy.

"Sir Amir, we will observe an hour later before Mom moves into the treatment room. This room is sterile, please if you want to wait here with Mom but Adek Al yes call? we will take it to the baby's room first .. already installed the identifier in the arms of Adek Al as well as his mother...." the female doctor he knew named Imelda explained in detail all the medical actions they would be ahead of.

"Good, Doctor. Thanks very much. Sorry I had an emotional moment," said Amir considering how panicked and unaccepted he was when asked to leave Aiswa.

"We also apologize sir, if there is anything less pleasing. Please do not hesitate to contact me if Ms. Aiswa has any complaints, this is my contact number," Doctor Imelda added before leaving the two.

"Bii," whispered Aiswa weakly.

"Yes dear."

"Syukron Qolbi insisted on me. Didn't know if there wasn't any Qolbi," Aiswa sobbed.

"I'm sorry if my tone was loud earlier. You must be really surprised." Amir hugged her.

"Qolbi...." Aiswa just this time saw her husband angry in a high tone. Now he knew how much love this man had for him.

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