Forced to Share a Bed
The Moment [Part 2]

"The general state of Bu Daini is within normal limits. The opening is 4 cm. The condition of the fetus and his heart rate are also good. But the water is starting to diminish" explained the obstetrician.

I've been in the executive room special maternal and neonatal. The treatment when you arrive at the hospital is super fast. The floor I was treated on was very quiet. Don't tell me Mr. Zulfikar has rented a hospital floor. I hope it doesn't.

"Keep, how good is it, Doc? I can't bear to see my wife in pain."

The doctor handled me a lot. In fact, there are teams that specifically do documentation. Since coming out of the ambulance, suddenly there was a woman who brought a camera and recorded me. He also often chatted with Mr. Zulfikar. That is, the young woman must be Zulfikar's employee.

"Well, Ms. Daini immediately performed a caesarean section. Because, in addition to not enough months, Bu Daini's pregnancy is also twins. Twin pregnancy is one indication of a cesarean section."

"Dok, I don't want surgery. I want to give birth normally. Couldn't the doctor try to get me to give birth normally?"

"Darling, for the sake of our baby, is there nothing in-SC?" persuade mr. Zulfikar. The doctors stared at each other.

"Well, if Mother's choice is like that, we'll consult with Prof Dahlan first. Yes, for twin pregnancies, it has a chance to give birth normally. If it's more than two, the new one shouldn't be born normal."

"So, as long as I can still be born normal, I want to be born normal. But ... If it is not possible, I also can not force," I wince while grimacing when the attack of the wave of love that hit my womb.

Subhanalpha .... So much fun.

"Yes soon, Doc. Anyway, do your best for my wife and kids."

Mr. Zulfikar is so upset. From then on, he was busy rubbing my back. In fact, there is already an escort midwife.

"Okay, please wait about half an hour, sir. Prof Dahlan we've reached out and promised to come here and do a direct check on Ms. Daini."

"Are there no female professors?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry, sir. For the moment there is no."

"Yes already. How else to." Mr. Zulfikar looks a little disappointed. Then the doctor left the room.

"Mother Midwife, I want to be accompanied by my husband. If there's anything, I'll call Midwife" I asked.

"Good, Mom." They pass.

Now, in this room there's only me, Mr. Zulfikar and the camerawati. Actually, in the other room that is still part of my room there are Budi sir, Juju ma'am and Ipi who just came.

Said Ipi, mama Yuze and sister Gendis will be coming soon. Earlier, Mr. Rezapun called that Papa Aksa deliberately canceled some meetings to immediately go back to Jakarta and see me. Then the latest info from bu Juju, ummi and abah are on their way to Jakarta. Even the Son went along. God, today, everyone is so worried about me.

"Irma, you also come out first huh. I want both my wives."

"OK, Mas," he said. He called my husband 'Mas.' So familiar? Who is that young lady?

"Irma's my cousin, she's still in college. If not wrong, write a thesis. He's the only Antasena family that went to art school. He doesn't want to be an entrepreneur, he wants to be a photographer. He admires you, baby. He said you were beautiful."

"Oh cousin? Hmm .. I-I guess your employees."

"It hurts, baby? Hold my hand." He approached and kissed my forehead.

"It's not pain, it's pleasure, sir."

"Do I have to kiss your lips so that the pain is lessened?"

"Not necessary, sir. Shame on me, fear of a doctor."

"Are you sure you want to wait for Professor? Don't force it, dear. Apparently, to be born normal is to wait for the process a long time, baby. The gynecologist said, you will be checked for another opening four hours later. Geez, boy ... girl .. help Mommy yeah, don't make Mommy difficult, okay?" Now kiss my stomach.

"A-hhh ...." So much fun. I whimper.

"Darling? Hurt huh? Is there no medicine that can stop the heartburn? I'll call the doctor."

"Sir, no" I held her hand.

"Willing to give birth is not a disease, sir. Precisely if you want to be born but there is no heartburn should be questioned. Doctor Rahmi said, some were given stimulant drugs to be able to heartburn," I explained. So reversed. I calmed him down.

"Hahh, what medicine? Stimulant drugs?"

"It means to be stimulated to heartburn, sir. The term obstetrics is induced. Ahh .... Hm ...." My hands are tightening on his arms. The mouth is getting more and more frequent.

"Doctor! Madam Midwife!"

He even panicked. Pressing the emergency bell. Then the doctors and midwives came.

"Where is Professor Dahlanya?! Why so long?! Wife's in pain! Must be acted immediately!" his yell. How rogan. But, I don't have much energy to prevent it.

"Prof Dahlan will be here soon, sir. He's already in the hospital parking lot" explained one of the doctors.

"All right."

He sighed. Then back to hugging me. In fact, there are still many people here. Oh my goodness, so ashamed. I got blushed. Then they decided to check on the progress of labor after Professor Dahlan arrived.

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"Alhamdulillah, based on my analysis, Ms. Daini can try to be born normal. However, I will give a maximum time limit of up to 12 hours after the administration of pulmonary maturation drugs. The hope is that, within that 12-hour grace period, the forward opening and the placenta have a chance to absorb the pulmonary maturation drug" explains Prof Dahlan. It's very unpretentious. Always with a smile.

"Well, Miss Daini is excited. I rarely find a woman as passionate as Bu Daini. Usually, if the child is twins, in want to directly operate. For Ms. Daini's case, sorry ma'am. Induction procedures cannot be performed. The reason is because the mother's content is not enough months, and the establishment is starting to decrease" he said.

"However, if before 12 hours there is a worsening. For example, the fetal heart rate is not good, the amniotic turned green, or there are other conditions that are at risk of harm to the mother or baby, then inevitably must be operated on immediately," he added.

"Well, I agree" said Mr. Zulfikar.

After Mr. Zulfikar signed the informed consent, Professor Dahlan, the doctor, and the midwife left the room. Then mama Yuze and sister Gendis arrived.

"Darling, huuu."

Mama Yuze immediately hugged me and cried. Brother Gendis stroked my leg. Eyes glazed. Irmapun came and re-recorded.

"Neng, your face is so red, this is her stomach so hard. Heartburn again, huh? Neng, why not just operate? I can't bear to see it" lamented Gendis.

"Sister Gendis, when a woman feels pain from giving birth, then [Allah SWT] will set for her the reward of the fighters who fought on the road [God SWT]," I said with a smile.

Really, this feeling really hurts, but .. I'm happy to have the chance to feel it.

"Darling, your hands are cold! Your lips are pale! Zul, call the doctor!" Now it was mama Yuze's turn to panic.

"Yes, Ma."

"No, Sir. I'm doing fine. Look at the numbers on that monitor. Everything's still within normal limits, isn't it?" I prevented Mr. Zulfikar.

"Alright," Zulfikar sir obeyed. He sat back down and stroked my back.

"Ummi ..., abah ...."

The lips spontaneously call them. The mouth keeps growing. Apparently, the opening has increased.

"There's Mama, baby." Mama Yuze held my hand.

"There's me too, Neng," said Gendis.

"Darling, I'm with you. Look at me, Hanindiya," Zulfikar sir strengthened his embrace.

Then I spontaneously moaned because I felt there was an urgent and it was very, very painful. No, it's not sick. It's scrumptious.

"Darling, it's got blood! Call the doctor, Ma! Bloody hanin!"

Mr. Zulfikar panicked again when he saw the amniotic fluid mixed with blood soaking my feet.

"The Prophet said to his daughter, Fatimah RA. O Fatimah, if a woman bears a child in her belly, then the angels will ask forgiveness for her, and [God SWT] establishes for her every day a thousand good things, and wipes out a thousand bad things."

"When the woman feels pain from giving birth, then [Allah SWT] will set for her the reward of the warriors on the path of [God]. If she gives birth to her baby, her sins will come out like when she was born to her mother, and she will come out of the world with no sin. His grave will be placed in the gardens of heaven. [God] will reward him with a thousand hajj and umrah, and a thousand angels will ask forgiveness for him until the end of time."

The words spoken by my teacher returned. That word made me smile and excited.

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My sweat was pouring out, waves of love were coming over, and the first four hours had passed by slowly. It seems difficult to define.

Ummi, abah, and my son have arrived from Bandung. Ummi and mama Yuze accompanied me, while my brother, Son and the others were in the waiting room.

I hugged Mr. Zulfikar's arm when the obstetrician examined me.

"Slow down Doc."

I bite my lips hard. Subhanallah. It seems like this is what it feels like. So hurt. Sakiiit .... Test, my tears are dripping.

"Proposly geulis (patience is beautiful)," ummi rubbed my tears.

"Nhc ... Daini nyuhunkeun diapunten (Outhorized by), huks."

"Ummi teu aya gantar kakaitan Neng. Even if there is, Ummi has forgiven you," whispered ummi.

"Pak Zulfikar .., Mama ..., I'm sorry." I also apologized to them.

"Darling, you're not wrong. Mama's apologizing to you."

"Hanin, honey, SC only yes. Please," she asked. Her eyes are red. Mr. Zulfikar's cry had indeed broken from earlier.

"The opening is forward, already opening 6. The second four hours, will be checked again" explained the doctor.

Then one midwife checked the fetal heart rate, and the other motivated me to stay excited.

"For Mr. Zulfikar, let Bu Daini exercise his options. You have to calm down. Thankfully, her heart rate is still within normal limits. Hopefully, four hours later there's more progress."

"Aamiin's." Reply simultaneously.

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...~Tbc~...