For A Husband Who Doesn't Love Me
67. Give birth

The meeting of fans at the Cipta Karya building was greeted enthusiastically by fans of Zahrana novels. A look of sadness on their faces due to the absence of a figure they liked in the building welcomed their arrival there.

Arya introduced Maira and Hidayat to them as her sister and sister-in-law Zahrana and who participated in the publication of Zahrana's latest book. They welcomed her with pleasure, and still wanted the signature of Maira who was so friendly. They asked Maira for a photo.

Maira told me a little about the late figure of her sister-in-law in the words of the speech she delivered. In the smile on her lips, there was water running down her cheeks from her sad eyes. He was so moved by the number of people who loved his brother-in-law.

Not buying time, the film producer who has relatives with Arya immediately invited Maira and Hidayat directly to come to his office.

"Thank you for fulfilling the invitation from me, Maira, Hidayat..." Said the producer.

"Together, Sir... My wife and I are also very happy at the invitation of my father..." Hidayat replied with a smile and nodded his head.

"This novel is very interesting. Very charming and able to hypnotize his readers... Almarhumah is very good at conveying many meanings of life through his novels... Which is very inexhaustible by Om, how can Maira continue this novel very carefully and not break up from previous episodes written by the late home? This is so connected, even though in the end the main character was dismissed and made into a sad ending... Readers were not even disappointed at all even though they were devastated by the departure of the main character..." The producer is at length.

"Sorry, Om, this is indeed the true story of Almarhumah with her late husband..." Maira sounded soft. Hidayat immediately took his wife's fingers to strengthen his heart.

"Huh? Really true?" Asked the producer with a stunned face full of shock.

"Yes, Om..." Arya answered. "I was also very surprised to learn from Hidayat that Zahrana's Not Wrong Breastfeeding Mother was a true story of herself with someone named Ari... And from this latest novel I've been pretty sure about the truth..."

"Mazing..." The producer exhaled heavily and forced his smile. "Anyone who reads it will feel alive in the novel..."

"Sister Zahra is like the one in the novel, Om... There's not the slightest fabrication about him he wrote..." Hidayat sounded sad.

"really?" The middle-aged man increasingly showed a look of amazement on his face.

"I'm not lying at all, Om... We lost his figure very much. The example he left behind still left a pain in our hearts... We are disappointed, but we believe that God loved Zahra so much that he was called first..." Terang Hidayat's.

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Almost midnight, Maira woke up because she felt her stomach was so heartburn. There were signs the baby was about to be born, and he was unceasingly grimacing. She was holding her stomach while having a fistfight, but she had not told her husband the pain she was feeling at this time.

He began to fidget and made noises from his position. "Why don't you sleep, honey?"

Hidayat woke up rubbing his eyes. He turned on the lamp on his bedside table.

"Looks like Maira's going to be born, Bang..." Maira replied sounding weak.

"Huh, now?" Hidayat. "Aren't you in three days, honey?"

Hidayat started panicking and stroking Maira's stomach. His drowsiness disappeared instantly after hearing Maira's statement.

"Don't like our son to be born early, huh?" Maira's murmur.

"It's not so, honey..." Hidayat replied, increasingly looking panicked.

"Continue?" Maira's getting sniffy. The pain made her sensitive to her husband.

"Abang is just anxious. I'm afraid this isn't good for my dear and our son..."

"That's okay, brother... God does not insinuate... Come on, brother, Maira can't stand it..." Whine Maira grimaced in pain.

"Yes, yeah... Maira wait a minute, yeah, you get ready first..."

Midnight was made a scene by the panic of Hidayat, plus the enthusiasm of two mothers who welcomed the birth of their grandchildren, more so Maira's mother. This concerns his daughter as well as his first-time grandchild.

Hidayat pulled out a new car a few weeks ago that he bought. Looking at Maira's pale face and hunting breath, he grew even more panicked. He drove the car with a speed in the rain that fell heavily out there.

"Hold, Honey... Maira must be strong, son..." Bu Zainab's words calmed down amid the anxiety that had actually also engulfed her heart.

"It hurts, Mom..." Rintih Maira's.

"Yes, honey... It's just for a second... In a moment there will only be favors among all of us... You must be strong for your son's sake..." Timpal.

They arrived at the As-Syifa hospital. Just as Hidayat was trying to help Maira get out of the car, he was startled by the water coming out from behind his wife's clothes.

"What's wet?" Ask Hidayat innocently.

"Na-wool?" Bu Zainab and his mother Maira looked at each other for a moment.

"Maira's society is broken, ma'am..." Maira grimaced in pain.

"Astaghfirullah, Hidayat..." Bu Zainab's growl saw the innocence of her youngest son, while the two fathers smiled in concern.

"This is a first for Hidayat, Besan... It's natural, and we hope to understand..." Said his father Maira when he saw the face of Bu Zainab grumbling.

"Truly, the Son... Let's get a wheelchair there..." Tell Bu Zainab to still look windy.

"Yes, Mom..." Hidayat immediately ran around looking for a wheelchair for Maira.

The hospital was quick to handle Maira's maternity process. Hidayat was allowed to accompany Maira inside. The process of birth of their first child goes dramatically.

Hidayat clasped Maira's fingers while whispering God's name repeatedly. He trembled, and felt the pain of seeing the pain his wife was suffering.

The first child who was born normally made them both look happy filled with haru, especially the sound of crying babies who were so seducing shortly after Maira shouted spell.

"Congratulations, Father, Mother, the baby is a beautiful and healthy woman..." Speak softly to the doctor.

"Alhamdulillah, dear, our daughter... Thank you for sacrificing so much for our son, honey..." Whisper Hidayat in Maira's ear. Her tears did not feel, nor did she feel the happiness that God gave her and her family.

Maira smiles. He was already relieved even though there was still a lot of sweat soaking his face.

Her clean baby was handed over to her by a nurse. With trembling hands Hidayat welcomed the red baby. Her tears are back. He chanted the Iqamah in the baby's ear with great solemnity.

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