
Some time has passed and now Fella content even nine months. According to the doctor's estimate, the baby will be born next week.
Daffi also knew the estimate, because he had been diligent in delivering Fella when checking the contents. That is why, Daffi has planned his return carefully. He finished all the work so as not to be neglected when he stayed. Next week he will be home much longer than usual. Daffi wanted to accompany Fella on her birth, and take care of her while her health was not fully restored.
However, this morning when she woke up from her sleep, Fella felt heartburn. At first he thought only the effects of defecation were restrained, but until noon the heartburn was not also gone, even longer and more often.
"Oh, why does heartburn continue anyway?" moaned Fella while holding her stomach which was really uncomfortable. In fact, he did not eat well, and just downed a glass of water. The breakfast he had bought since morning was still intact in the plate, he did not eat at all.
In the midst of his heartburn, Fella had intended to contact Daffi. However, he said it because he knew that Daffi was busy at the moment. Fella did not want to mess up Daffi's schedule, especially what she complained was just heartburn. It was too trivial to ask Daffi to go home.
"Try to sleep first, how to know later can subside."
Fella got up from the chair and put back the untouched food, then walked towards the room while holding onto her painful back.
Arriving at the room, Fella immediately laid her body on the bed. Slowly he rubbed his stomach to curate the disturbing heartburn.
"Ahh," exhaled Fella after a long time of lying down, but the heartburn and pain got worse. Even now also accompanied by pain in the lower abdomen.
Fella couldn't take it anymore, and ended up going to the hospital. He also sent a message to Daffi, and told him about his current situation.
Arriving at the hospital, Fella was stunned when she heard the doctor's explanation. He said the heartburn and pain he felt were contractions before labor.
"I'm going to give birth now, Doctor?" ask Fella.
"Yes, Mom. The approximate date does sometimes miss a little, it can go forward or backward."
"I have to talk to Daffi" Fella's inner voice felt unsettled, until her hand trembled while picking up the phone.
Meanwhile, in the capital, Daffi was busy leading the meeting. He had not seen the phone despite hearing the message notification. He thought, the meeting will be over soon, so all of you later.
However, Daffi can not ignore it anymore when the incoming is not just a message, but a call. Daffi hurried to accept it, and was immediately greeted with Fella's stifled voice.
"Sister, I'll be the lahiran."
Hearing Fella's words, Daffi's eyes bought for a moment. Right now he was still in the capital, and was presiding over a meeting, it took him quite a long time to arrive beside Fella.
"You wait, Fel. I will go home soon" said Daffi, staring at the meeting participants who were also looking at him. Perhaps, they were astonished by the look on his face that turned tense.
After that, Daffi was forced to continue the meeting. However, he accelerated because right now his mind was only on Fella. He was very worried about his wife's condition.
"I'll be here soon, Fella. You and our child should be fine there, "inner Daffi when the meeting is over.
Then, Daffi rushed out of the room and prepared to go home. On the way, Daffi could not calm down. Various bad thoughts haunt him, so he continues to grumble because of the wrong approximate date. If only Fella was born next week, there is no need to feel alone because she is already at home. If it was like this, Daffi felt incompetent as a husband.
"I'll feel guilty if something happens to you, Fella," Daffi muttered amid his panic.
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