Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 80 a

Wife Arjuna Chapter 80a

Already entering the early morning, the opening of the birth canal only increased two levels, continued to be in the opening four since two hours ago when the heartburn that struck increasingly wrapped around after the induction injection was given. Blood pressure dropped slightly, still not reaching the expected figure.

Anggi held the ringisan by tightly clenching his mouth and holding Juna's arm tightly close to squeezing it every time a great heartburn hit.

“Honey, it hurts so much huh?” juna asked raucously, not moving a single inch from near the bed where Anggi was lying on his side as recommended. Shrinking the sweat that dewed on Anggi's forehead full of affection along with a worried look that was clearly printed on his face.

“Nothing really, Mom. I often hear from people that giving birth is indeed this process,” Anggi replied soothingly, trying to smile even though it began to look tired. “Only when tilted this way, his heartburn feels more pain than when stretched.”

Juna rubbed Anggi's stomach gently, looked down and peeked there. “Smart child, don't make your Mama in more pain than this, Papa can't bear to see it,” whispered to the baby, sound very frutration.

“Papa. My real mom is nothing. Papa must be strong, so that Mama is also strong,” said Anggi later while pulling and exhaling.

Really funny. His wife who was about to give birth was struggling to risk her life, instead calming the husband who was hit by a great panic, not the other way around.

Juna is not a crybaby. He was an arrogant man with all his stubborn natures. However, when watching his wife's fatigue like now, the corner of his eyes water. Crying is invaded by various kinds of overflow flavors. Just knowing, it turns out the struggle for the sake of presenting his fleshly blood to the world is not easy.

“Hey, Mas, Darling. Don't cry.” Anggi chuckles softly feeling funny, opens his arms wide and Juna immediately hugs his wife.

“I'm sorry. This is all because I made you pregnant so you have to be in pain like now,” he said hoarsely on Anggi's shoulder.

“Ish, don't you want to make me give birth more often? Why is it even melow like this?” anggi said followed by dipping Juna's hair in a stifled laugh, while holding the heartburn wrapped around his stomach that felt increasingly agonizing.

At four o'clock in the morning, Doctor Lalita again checked the condition of Anggi. Doctor Lalita seemed to correct the position of her glasses, wet the lips when the latest results still show unstable conditions.

“Pak Juna, Bu Anggi. If within the next hour the opening of the birth canal does not increase and the tension is still high pressure. Then the procedure of operation will be directly implemented. For the sake of good also the safety of the mother and fetus,” he explained.

Anggi who had always remained calm reviewed a friendly smile accompanied by a nod, while Juna looked tense, very restless and panicked.

“Iya, Doc. I leave all the action decisions to you who are more understanding. I'm sure the Doctor must try his best for me as well as my son,” said Anggi.

Anggi seemed calm and ready with any decision, not insisting on giving birth normally if it was risky. Whether giving birth normally or through surgery, everything is equally a struggle. Not reducing perfection as a woman is also a mother.

“Good, I love the spirit of Bu Anggi. Full of fighting power,” said Doctor Lalita honestly from the bottom of the heart. “An hour from now I will check again. While waiting, do not stop to continue berTO’a. I excuse.”

After Doctor Lalita left. Juna looked even more horror. Peeling Anggi's forehead shrouded in various kinds of fear.

"Don't worry, Mum. Me and our son will be fine."

Seriate.

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