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kista dirahim Isma

Month after month Isma passed. Patiently he did the treatment. He hopes to get a baby soon. Isma always felt inferior to the words of people who continue to ask when pregnant. Fortunately, Isma had an understanding husband. Fikri is always patient in dealing with something.

"Why the hell.people always kepo. When to get pregnant, not yet pregnant. " Say Isma.

"Patience... All God rules, not those who govern. So don't think too much about what people say." Answer Fikri

"We're doing it now." Added Fikri

"If I can't have children how can I...?" Ask Isma

"It's been... Don't think anywhere." Answer Fikri.

"Yes, I'm serious.... What if I can't have children...??" Ask Isma again.

"is... Don't mind much. If you can't have children, you can still raise children." Answer Fikri

Isma......

"If I can't have children, I'm sincere if you leave me. Keep marrying another woman."

"Gssstttt.... Uda... What the hell are you talking about..." Fikri.

Isma took medicine every day. After running out every month he went to the gynaecologist.

In the fourth month, the doctor performed another ultrasound of Isma's uterus.

"Can be seen here, the size of the cyst is getting smaller. Thank God there has been progress. God willing it will also be lost." Speak to the doctor while sliding - slide the computer scroll.

"Yes Doc, Thank God...."

"Don't forget the medicine is always eaten, don't miss it." Doctor's talk.

"Yes Doc..."

"This is the recipe for the month." The doctor gave me the paper.

It is full of struggle desire Isma wants to have a baby. To eliminate the disease in its life alone requires a considerable cost. To make up for the drug alone should cost approximately 800,000.

Every day Isma continued to take her medicine. In the eighth month, Isma returned to the doctor. At that time Isma really wished for good news.

"We tried USG first...." Doctor's talk.

Then the doctor shifted his computer mouse over and over again.

"Where's doc...?" Ask Isma.

"Yes... If I see here the cysts are no longer there. I'll check back soon." The doctor wants to make sure.

He swiped his computer mouse again.

"Yes, there are no cysts... It's been ruined with the medicine. Thank goodness...." Doctor's talk.

"Thank you, Doc." Isma.

"The cyst is gone, so if you want a pregnancy program can." Added doctor.

Then the doctor wrote a prescription. And explain what he wrote.

"I give one medicine only 2pcs yes. It's drunk one by the wife and one by the husband." Doctor's talk.

"What medicine is doc...?" Ask Fikri.

"That's a fertility drug, hopefully you can immediately get a baby. You see his wife's father's content is dry."

"Oh that's it doc... Thanks doc."

That day Isma felt relieved, already lost one burden on his mind.

Now Isma and her husband stay focused on the pregnancy program.

"Hopefully I can get pregnant soon..." Isma.

"Yes... Aamiins. May God grant it soon." Answer Fikri.

"Oh yeah, I haven't told mom this news yet. I'll tell you first...?"

"Yes..." Answer Fikri.

"Assynoltom.... Mum..."

"Waalikumsalam..."

"What mom, healthy...?" Ask Isma

"Alhamdulillah.... I'm healthy, son."

"Oh yes, ma'am... Isma just got home from the doctor. But Isma's last control. And Alhamdulillah the cyst of Isma is gone, ma'am."

"Alhamdulillah... Nak... I'm glad to hear that. Stay healthy, son...!"

"Yes, Ma'am Aamiin. Doain Isma ya Bu hopefully Isma soon given a baby."

"Yes son... Aami.... I always doain you."

A month has passed. That day should be his first day of Isma's period. But Isma never menstruated. The next day it will not be menstruation anymore.

"Oh yeah... Wait maybe tomorrow." Answer Fikri.

Unbeknownst to Fikri, Isma goes to the pharmacy tomorrow. Buy 3 pcs testpecks.

He put the testpeck in a hidden place. He thought that if the results were not appropriate, then Fikri would not know.

The next morning, Isma woke up early. He brought his testpeck with him. Then he Test, the result there is one clear line and one very faint line. Then he kept the testpeck.

The next morning, Isma did the same. The result is one very clear line and one line is still faint. Then he kept it again.

The third day he did not do the test. On the fourth day he did another test.

The next morning, Isma brought a testpeck, and then he tried the test. And the result of that morning made Isma cry and prostrate.

Fikri woke up... Heard Isma's cry.

"You're why Is... How to cry...??" Fikri asked while waking Isma from her prostration.

"It... Mommy..." Isma gave me the testpeck.

"Yes, um....."

"Alhamdulillah......" Fikri prostrated there.

He hugged and kissed Isma.

"Alhamdulillah.... I'm so glad Is." Said Fikri while stroking Isma's stomach.

"We'll tell mommy...." Fikri added.

Then they called their parents.

Both families are happy.

The next morning Isma went to the obstetrician to confirm her pregnancy.

Then the doctor examined him.

And he... Isma is pregnant.

"Congratulations... Finally the wait was answered too. Thank goodness...." Doctor's talk.

"Yes... Thanks, doc."

"Yes.us equally. Now just keep her. Don't forget the vitamins... Nutritious food and enough rest."

"She Dok.."

Three Weeks Isma began to feel nauseous. And no appetite. But not for a few weeks.

Isma went to visit her parents' house. There he talked with his mother. She asked her mother about her pregnancy.

"Mom first, mom is also nauseous huh..?"

"Most people get pregnant like that son, there will be hormonal changes in his body. It's okay, the nausea won't be long." Answer mother.

"Oh yes Is.... Later if there is sustenance, if your pregnant age is big. We'll buy baby stuff." Added the mother.

"Yes.. Ma'am. Her mother should stay healthy huh..." Answer Isma.

The next night when Isma fell asleep, suddenly the sound of her cell phone rang.

He saw his father call.

"Yes sir, why...?"

"Could you come here now, son...?"

"Why is it, sir....??"

"Your mother son... He's sick again."

Then Isma woke up her husband, and went straight to her mother's house.

There her mother was crying.

"Mothers... What is rasain's mother now...???"

"It... Nak... Mother's feet cannot be moved... There's no power." Answer mom while crying.

"Astaghfirullah's..... We are now going to the doctor."

Then Fikri carried her mother, and got into the car.

"Is you waiting at home, pity your content. It's already a really big night." Fikri.

"Yes son... Let's go with Fikri." Father said.

"Yes already.... You guys be careful. Guard mom... Call Isma."

Then Dad and Fikri took mom to the doctor.