At the End of Bullet 4 (Next Generation)
39. Tensional.

"Good ndhuk, let's go again..!!"

Bang Dewa saw with his own eyes the struggle of Gita who tried hard to give birth to her twins. Gita's voice barely came out. Breath snorted.

ddrrtt..

Bang Dewa saw there was a phone call from Bian. He immediately picked it up while helping Gita.

"Assalamu'alaikum, what's the deck?"

"Wa'alaikum.. Go home, the lights are off." Pinta Bian's.

Bang Dewa was silent for a moment, why suddenly Bian contacted him while he was with Gita while all his time was spent with Bian.

"Gita wants to give birth, Mas can't go home yet. There's aunt khan there anyway." Bang Dewa said as she fished in pain as Gita squeezed her hand so tightly.

"Dian wait for me..!!" The answer then turned off the phone.

Bang Dewa did not bother with Bian's whimper. This is a matter of life and giving birth to life is not a joke.

"Sudaah buu.. Gita no kuaatt..!!" The Gita in between her growing pain.

I understand the feeling of giving birth because she is also a mother who has given birth but this time there is a different pain. Bian's suddenly changing attitude clearly affected his mental state as well.

"One time, pity your son is at the door, quickly give him a breath..!!" Persuade mother.

Bang the God instantly understood the situation. In the embrace of Gita full of affection, the kiss of pink lips that have been slightly paled, his hands gently rubbed Gita's stomach.

"Mas Dewo loves the Gita, beyond anything. Gita is always in Mas Dewo's heart." His words coaxed Gita's seduction. No one understands that word is honesty from his heart.

Gita kissed Bang Dewa's hand and instantly it made Captain Sadewa's cry break.

"Let's go baby. You must be strong..!!"

As powerful as Gita pushing. The god Bang peeked to the bottom and a handsome baby boy was born.

"Alhamdulillah.." The mother received the baby and quickly took care of him but then immediately handed it to the father who was waiting outside the door.

"Alhamdulillah." Bang Deity was unable to speak to see his tiny baby born into the world.

Only a moment later did Gita breathe a sigh of relief, her stomach regained its unbearable heartburn. Her hand touched the arm of Bang Dewa and hinted that she really did not have the energy to give birth to her second baby.

"Mas help. let's finish quickly dear. You must be strong." Never ceasing Bang god heartened Gita.

After a while and the mother had cleared the birth canal for Gita, Gita finally tried to push as hard as she could, just like before.

"Aaaaaaaa.." The pekiknya felt excruciating pain.

"Don't scream deck. Save your energy..!!"

Gita takes a slow breath and goes back. Bang Dewa also slightly pushed the stomach of the wife so that the baby back down to his path.

When the mother picks up the cloth, the baby slides just like that. Lucky at that time Bang Dewa quickly caught him and grabbed him.

"Well, good thing didn't fall." He said when he knew a newborn baby was a baby girl.

The hand of the God Bang was still trembling and the mother immediately took her grandson.

Soon Bang Dewa prostrated his gratitude for the birth of his two babies. "Alhamdulillah O Lord of Your fortune today."

"Lift Mas, not good as Sister Bian." Said Gita.

The God Bang doesn't care about that. His mind was still focused on the wound that the Gita had suffered. Obviously too much blood flowed from his wife's body, even as the mother widened Gita's legs, her legs still trembled from being too weak.

"Have you finished, ma'am?" Ask Bang Dewa did not want to know first about the phone call.

"Not yet, the place has not come out so it still has to be helped out but Gita is too tired."

"Mother take care of the kids. Let me handle it." Bang Dewa.

"You do not fear the gods. This is not a playful act."

"Mom, your son is a soldier. A little more studying health and emergency matters. Trust me. I can handle the Gita."

I know for sure that his son would not dare to play with life. He went out and took care of his two grandchildren.

Bang Dewa stood up and washed his hands with clean water then washed his hands with alcohol and wore medical gloves that were prepared and always available in his car.

Actually in his heart there was anxiety and fear but right now Gita's life was in his hands.

"Hold a little deck, believe me..!!"

Slowly Bang God touched Gita, using his own hand himself took out the place of the baby. Gita screamed in pain and it made her heart ache. For a moment Bang Dewa leaned his head on Gita's knee. Mixed up he felt, unraveling the cries he cared for Gita. It is true that his heart is not strong to see the struggle of the Gita.

"Alhamdulillah there are no tears." His murmur still felt weak.

The Gita no longer spoke because it was too weak. Soon Bang Dewa cleaned up all the rest of the struggle to wipe Gita and change her clothes.

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Bang Dewa hugged Gita. "Superior suwun Dinda. Three children from your womb are more than enough. This promise is the last. These two kids are yours, let Bian be with Angger."

The crying of Gita also broke. Whatever the world says. Being able to hug his own baby is a thing that is so happy and can not be replaced with anything. "Thank you very much, Mas. Thanks..!!"

Bang Dewa kissed Gita's lips so deeply and then stopped her. "Everything deck."

ddrrttt.

Bang Dewa just picked up a phone call from Bian.

"Bian told me the lights were off. Bian is afraid Mas, your wife is two. Why is it so hard to answer the phone???" Bian's reprimand without semicolons.

"Please Bian. Gita has just given birth. His condition is still very weak, just moving Gita is still very painful. It's not that."

"Is this because Gita can bear children while Bian can't??? Not the same Gita but the same Bian??"

"Astagfirulah.. Who has poisoned your mind?? Not good Bian..!!" Tegur Bang Dewa's.

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