Destiny Love Kinara
Cesarean section

Mahendra Family Hospital.

“You've arrived, Young Master.” Doctor Amel bowed politely. He had to run out of the room to welcome the arrival of Dika and Kinara.

Dika just smiled thinly. He was busy embracing Kinara's shoulder. Throughout the journey, people noticed Kinara and Dika. He was excited himself, even had time to shout for one of the nurses to bring a wheelchair and insist on carrying Kinara.

Ken who was standing behind the two could only smile widely like a horse. In this case Ken and Kinara are the victims who feel ashamed of Dika's behavior. If not the child of the hospital owner, he would have been a material ghibah.

“Please enter, Young Master.” Doctor Amel opened the door politely. His heart was beating fast. He was ready to take a lecture from Dika.

Already entered the room.

“Why is there no sofa?!” Dika shouted, making Kinara have to keep her head away. “Where do you usually go?"

Because you came suddenly we haven't had time to move the sofa. Dr. Amel swallows his saliva.

Usually Dika and Kinara make an appointment in advance so that doctor Amel can move the sofa in the vvip inpatient room to his room. Especially for polar humans who are acute bucin.

“Mas, come. We're in the hospital, not the hotel. After all this is a consultation room, not an inpatient room. What does the hospital provide sofa for?”

“Usually there is too! Is my hospital running a deficit? Are you going bankrupt?! Speak Amel!"

Usually never, sir. We fabricate for your sake, Inner Doctor Amel.

"Already, Mas. Don't be so angry." Kinara hugged her husband's waist. Hope her husband's emotions subside.

"How can I not be angry! Are you going to sit on a rough wooden chair like that?!"

“Not so Mas.” Kinara scratched her head. Don't know how to explain this to a human. Doctor Amel just lowered his head. And Ken, of course he's enjoying the show.

“Mas come on.” Kinara felt Dika's stomach, circling its surface. Write his name there. “Continue anger is also not good, loh. Later your torn bread turns into pillow bread. Want?”

“What does this have to do with ripped bread? You're fooling me.” Pushing Kinara's forehead.

Smoothed his forehead. “Ih, why do you want to check just have to bother like this?” His hand has moved. Playing on Dika's chin.

“Just provide a sofa now!” Dika guided Kinara to sit down. “Sit down first, Honey. You must be tired.”

Doctor Amel's facial features look depressed. Even the kenyans are sweating. It will be a little difficult to provide a sofa in a quick time. However, if very forced he can ask for a seat in the vvip room to be moved. As usual, but the problem is will everything be fine after that? Doctor Amel is sure there will be only one pole man in question that one.

“Begini, Mr...” Doctor Amel walked over. Lowering her voice so as not to incite anger. “I'll have someone bring a chair from the vvip.” room Dead already. The chair is on the top floor. We'll all have trouble bringing it.

Kinara shook her head slowly. Slowly so that Dika does not see it. A smile on Doctor Amel's face was seen. He was sure that if Kinara persuaded, the polar man would comply.

“Honey, to move the sofa from the vvip room to the doctor's room Amel ‘kan takes quite a long time. I can't wait to go home. Yes, use the chair. For a while.” Kinara leaned her head on the chest of Dika's field. Polar man, why don't you move your big bed to this hospital?

“Uuhh .. You're so funny, honey. You look adorable." Caressing the top of Kinara's head. “Are you teasing me now?”

I'm telling you to be more reasonable. What am I teasing you for, “Hahaha. Come on let's speed things up. I want to break my body, you know ‘kan if lately my sleep has never been good and I get tired easily?"

Silence moment. Think hard until his forehead is wrinkled.

Come onl. Why should you trouble others with your own fears? What's the problem if I sit in a chair? After all the same ‘kan, Inner Kinara.

"Yeah .. yeah. Just use this chair." Kinara raised her head while winking. This should work.

“Alright, alright. Stop that. You look like a man with worms.”

Cih, even though I did it to look cute. Kinara pursed her lips hearing Dika call it a deworming.

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After completing the examination. Dika and Kinara were already seated, doctor Amel returned with a suspicious look.

“Why? Can't your face be ordinary?!" exclaim Dika.

Die me. How should I say it. Oh my God, help me. Doctor Amel holds the results of Kinara's examination.

“Sit doctor Amel. Why does your face look so tense?” ask Kinara.

Alright. I should keep saying this. “Begini, Mistress, Young Master.” Doctor Amel swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

“Amel! I heard you were checking on my son-in-law.” Suddenly Marta came. Go straight into the doctor's room without knocking first. Let it. Her Boss.

Thank God, maybe this is your help.

“Loh, Mom? What are you doing in the hospital?” Kinara got up from the chair.

“Today Mamah has a health check schedule. Keep in front of the room to see Ken."

"You sick again?"

“You ate wrong what else?” Kinara asked full of search.

“No.” Marta turned her face trying to hold back the laughter.

“Mamah! Mate eating mutton again?!” Kinara knew her father-in-law's favorite food, mutton satay. That was why Marta never wanted to stay in Dika's mansion because she would not be free to eat her favorite food.

“No.” Still holding back laughter.

“Measured how many skewers?!” this time it was angry.

“Slightly. Well, just 15 skewers.”

“Mood!” call both at the same time.

“I don't want to know. Tonight Mamah has to move to the mansion!” Dika saw the objection on his Mama's face. “Point!”

Marta breathed a long breath. No one can resist Dika's decision.

“Alright!” marta was forced to accept.

“You haven't submitted your inspection results, Amel!”

"Yes, Sir."

"Now explain to me how it turned out?"

Before talking to the doctor Amel had to exhale a long breath. Making the three people in front of him stare at each other with frowns.

"Please sit down. I'll explain the results."

Already sitting. Ready to be a good listener.

“Look, Young Master. From the beginning of pregnancy, the content of the mistress is indeed weak. The weak factor of the content of the Mistress I have conveyed since the beginning. Young Master and Madam must still remember."

Dika squeezed his own hand. The cause was none other than himself being negligent during being Kinara's husband.

Kinar grabbed her husband's hand. Gently touched the back of his hand and smiled warmly.

It's okay, I've forgiven everything. It's not your fault. It was as if that was what Kinara wanted to convey through her smile.

"Then?" ask Kinara.

"From the examination results. The position of Your son does not allow for You to give birth normally. That ... chances are you'll have to have a cesarean."

The deg!

Dika and Kinara just froze in her seat. Both have different concerns.

Dika could not imagine how painful the operation was. He did not want Kinara to feel any pain. Especially all because of his fault.

And Kinara himself. She was afraid that she would be considered not a real mother because she could not give birth normally, but had to be cesarean.

"Cinara, Honey. What are you afraid of?" Marta was already standing behind Kinara while embracing her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

"What if people say I'm not a perfect mother, Mah. Because I gave birth not like women in general." Kinara.

"Do you want it?"

"No! Of course not! But circumstances made me have to have surgery."

"Then don't listen to anyone else, son. What kind of nonsense says women should give birth normally! It can be called perfect. You're still a mother, Kinara. With or without cesarean section. You remain an extraordinary woman, conceiving and caring for your son tirelessly. All tired of you taking care of yourself. You're still a great wife and mother. Come here, sweetie." Kinara.

Seriate...

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Dear neighbor and makemak who likes nyinyir. His mouth is silent, what is commented. Sometimes we don't know what other people are going through, but we pretend to know and judge as well as possible.

Plis stopped thinking narrowly! A Mother, be a Mother. How to give birth. The pain and the struggle remain the same. The stakes are equal2 lives.

Stop feeling yourself right and making nasty comments. Instead of talking that cuts down on the hearts of others, it is better to be quiet.

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