Dilemma of Marriage Left
Baba 138's

The plane Fatan was travelling on had landed safely and smoothly at Soekarno-Hatta airport. After picking up the suitcase at the pick-up section, he contacted his secretary.

"Rus, where are you?" tanyanya walked over to one of the empty seats.

"Still in the office, Boss. Going home soon. What's up, Boss?"

"Can you meet me now at the airport?"

"Boss came home early? Is there a problem?"

Fatan covered his lips. "I'll tell you later. I wait." The phone connection was cut off by him.

Fatan waited long enough, Rusli finally came too.

"I'm sorry, boss, you've been waiting a long time." Rusli looked down respectfully.

"It's okay." Fatan glanced at Rusli to sit on the empty seat next to him.

Rusli nodded obediently. "What's the matter, boss?" ask her a few moments after sitting down.

Fatan started telling me everything. While Rusli looked serious listening to what Fatan was talking about.

"I hope you don't tell anyone including my mother and my mother-in-law. Especially Lativa, I really need your help now" Fatan said at the end of the story.

"Good Boss. I've understood. In that case, I will have some people immediately look for the whereabouts of Ms. Nila," Rusli said. "But by the way, now the boss wants to stay at the hotel or go home?" continued.

"Yes, I would most like to stay at a hotel near here. If you go home, find dead it's his name!" Fatan thundered while curling cynically towards Rusli.

Sontak Rusli scratched his head that did not feel itchy while grimacing. "Oh yes, sorry Boss."

"Yes .... " Fatan moved from his seat. "I'll find a hotel now. Don't forget to immediately do the order from me!" continued firmly.

"Good, Boss." Rusli stood up and bowed respectfully as Fatan turned around and left before him.

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While in one of the star hotels in downtown Jakarta, Nila just finished bathing. Winding towels on the body and head is still used while choosing the clothes he bought while in Bali earlier for him to wear.

Although only a few pieces of dress and underwear, at least he can use during self-contained at the hotel. Since the age of the womb entered the third trimester, Nila was never again wearing pants, including a sleeping pajama suit. He prefers to wear a long dress up to the ankle with three-quarters arms. Perhaps you could say, the clothes have become his daily clothes.

After wearing clothes, Nila sat on the edge of the bed. He turned to the cellphone that was still lying neatly on the nightstand with the condition of death.

"If I turn it on, Fatan's gonna find me here. I feel better for a while disappearing from him. Especially when it comes to that woman. So annoying!" the grunt then lies the body in a tilted position to the right.

Recalling that she was about to have dinner soon, Nila watched television to kill her boredom. However, feeling more refreshed and relaxed because of the bath, Nila began to sleepy. As a result, he fell asleep and the television he watched was still on.

Right at half-eight in the night, Nila woke up feeling jolted. His stomach felt tight and like there was a very strong push.

"Lad! Is this what you call a contraction?" he said monologues try to restrain and apply the knowledge taught during pregnancy classes.

Nila got up and sat down for a moment. Try to catch your breath and start moving your body to minimize the pain that radiates from your back to your tailbone.

"Oh my God, why does it feel like it hurts so much longer? I'm not yet in time for delivery." Nila continued to look for a comfortable position.

The duration of contraction in nature is getting closer. Suddenly .... Pluksrrrr .....

Nila was losing consciousness, but she had to stay strong. It is possible that the child he contains wants to be born sooner than the expected day, he thought. He kept breathing while smiling. Slowly he walked over to a phone to ask for help.

While shaking, Nila pressed the hotel reception number.

"Good afternoon, how can we help you or Mom?"

"Sore .. I'm in a room one hundred and seventy-four. Please call me an ambulance. I want to give birth!" Nila unintentionally shouted because suddenly there was a very strong urge.

"What?" The receptionist was no less surprised. "Okay, wait a minute."

After the phone connection was cut, the receptionist immediately contacted the nearest hospital. Furthermore, while waiting for the ambulance to come, he reported to his superiors so that he could approach the room where Nila was staying first to see the state of his guests.

A few minutes later, several medical staff members came in wheelchairs. Nila was helped in getting on the chair carefully. In a state of still holding the heartburn, occasionally Nila whimpered. Now his eyes are getting teary.

When Nila was getting into the ambulance, a taxi stopped not far from the car. Then a man came down, followed by a suitcase removed from the trunk. The man looked surprised to see an ambulance parked in front of the hotel lobby.

His feelings were suddenly not good. His heart was very excited to ask the head of one of the hotel employees.

"Excuse me, who was this hotel guest?" He looked towards the hotel staff with the position of manager.

"Yes right."

"What's wrong with her? Did something happen to him?" asked the man who was none other than Fatan. He's getting curious.

"So he called the receptionist and asked for an ambulance. She said she was going to give birth."

Fatan choked, he took pains to swallow his saliva. "If you may know, whose guest's name is?"

"Sorry sir, I don't remember his real name either. All I know is his room number."

"Can I ask for the data? I'm looking for my wife." Fatan pleaded with the hotel manager.

"Let's come with me, because the data that takes care of the guests who come and go is in the reception." The manager allowed Fatan to go inside and bring him to the front of the reception desk.

After the data is checked back, it turns out that Nila deliberately asked the receptionist to be kept secret. So Fatan could not get any information except with the permission of Nila herself.

However Fatan could not force it, and he chose to check in at the hotel. After getting the key, Fatan headed straight for his room.

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While in the hospital, Nila had just arrived and immediately placed in one of the beds in the emergency room. A nurse rushed up to Nila and examined her.

"Mom, this is opening six. We're going to the delivery room now, right? Mother's amniotic fluid has also begun to decrease, I am worried that the fetus will swallow amniotic fluid" explained the nurse firmly.

"Open six?" tukas Nila was surprised. "But I haven't taken care of the administration, Sus," he continued.

"Mother do not have to worry, which is clear now you have to fight first in this active phase ... Did you bring the pregnancy control book?"

Nila just remembered, she stared at the nurse and shook her head. "I didn't bring it, Sus. The book is at home."

"Yes it's okay. Later while waiting for complete openings, you will do some tests yes, one of which is a blood test. I kept asking for the family phone number you memorized to tell me about Mom's situation."

Nila was unable to think. He just nodded his head. The contraction he was experiencing at this time really made him not focus on anything. This was the first time for Nila.