Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: Manual Way.

After Papa Bilmar took his iron heart to soften a little, only then Ammar could intensely hold Gana in the bed. Provide motivation to be patient in holding the pain of surgical scars, and remain optimistic that their sixth child will be fine.

With a lot of prayers for Aqila, the beautiful baby began to recover. Breath movements are normal and can be moved to the Perina space, a derivative of the Nicu space. Which indicates that the baby is no longer experiencing worsening even though it still has to remain on the monitor.

Gana's abundant milk, before being given to Aqila through the lips directly, was first accommodated into a special milk bottle so that Gana's breasts do not experience inflammation. While milking from her two mahogany bases in turn, this woman continued to shed tears.

"Why does it have to be like this, huh, Bang? Usually I go straight to our baby," said Gana bitterly.

Ammar who joined the cheering but must still show a strong attitude, wiping wetness due to tears on the cheeks of the wife. "Patience, dear. Maybe God again wants us to learn an expensive lesson, if having a child is not always easy process. We have to look down, there are a lot of people who have been tested like us or more."

While sobbing, Gana nodded slowly. "But the doctor said, Qila really is okay, Bang?"

"Udah, really. He moved to another room because his heart was stable. He said he'd wait another four hours, and then Qila could be brought here."

Gana who can sit even if only spread on the back of the bed, finally according to him even though he had been eager to visit Aqila, because when the child was born, he had not seen it at all.

"Our son is perfect, isn't he, Bang?" making sure to come back even though the question has been thrown a thousand times.

"Thank God be perfect, baby. Maa Shaa Allah .. beautiful as you." counted three times Ammar came to Aqila even though he could not carry. When he first tried, Qila was lying in a box.

The warm, loving tone of Ammar, who continued to give kind words about their child, further made Gana's heartbeat, who was still worried about Qila, begin to beat back to normal. At times like this, the wife will hear is indeed the speech of the husband who continues to support without choosing to relax or ignore.

"Where to use tools or manual means?"

"I mean manual?" Gana knitted both eyebrows confused. Ammar stared at the electrically moving breast pump at the center of Gana's chest.

"Wear lips, Brother. Let's hurry."

Instantly Gana glared her eyes and wanted to scoop up Ammar's arms for her to pull. "I told you Papa, yes!"

Ammar quickly shook his head firmly, he did not want Gana to wake the tiger in the wind which would surely look at him sharply.

"Usually for two children. Susumu is our nutrition factory," always Ammar makes Gana cut his lips sour. "It will be forty days" he said.

"It could be, yes, talk rations! My stomach is still burning!"

"Kanda, honey. That's aja cranky," replied Ammar still with the tone and the look of the ringing.

"It hurts, huh?" Gana quickly moved away when Ammar would stroke his lower abdomen. "Cuman would like to hold the same look, Dek."

"No, ah, Bang! It was painful." half an hour ago Gana was still crying hysterically thanks to the pain in the stomach due to the influence of anesthetic drugs that had been lost. And quickly improved although not gradually long because of temporary pain relief drugs.

"You look, Dek. I was curious about that." Ammar stood up from sitting, trying to hold Gana who continued to wriggle unwilling while grimacing.

In the treatment room that there was no one other than the two of them, Ammar opened the clothes of Gana patients to see the state around the woman's stomach.

"Maa Shaa Allah ...." Ammar until long gawking, shook his head slowly, when looking at a long bandage closed the wound sutures. As Gana was crumbling down on the operating table, Ammar would not stare at the operating field as his body trembled in fear.

Gana found a water well in her husband's eye because of haru. "Still, Deck. Because you want to sacrifice your beautiful stomach for the sake of our child." giving birth by cesarean section also has a big risk. Not to mention that some mothers who give birth by caesarean section can arise keloids around the stitch wound, which will create a less epic view around the mother's stomach.

Gana smiles haru as Ammar kisses the bandage long ago. She rubbed the back of her husband, who was still bowing because of the kiss. "I don't care how many incisions I'm going to have and how much pain it's important that our children be born safe, Bang." Ammar looked up, quickly kissing Ganaya's cheek.

"It's okay if there are husbands who still do not appreciate their wives when they have fought like this. May you never enter into a candidate husband who is never grateful for their wives." because the key to the blessing of the husband of God, lies in the pleasure and sincerity of the wife. Any husband who is able to spread a smile and shade in the heart of his wife, God will ensure his recovery flows. When the husband is difficult to find sustenance, it can be more self-medication because who knows there are words that hurt the wife and wife have not been able to mengikhlaskan.

"Aamiin, baby. In Shaa Allah your good intention to continue to be affectionate and loyal to me, Angel Aamiin right and always in Ijabah by Allah SWT."

"Say it'll be ten, Bang. Don't think about it, Papa. Do not enter the heart. Papa is so just because I love you. Well, I haven't gotten into a risky age to get pregnant, Bang."

Ammar nods his head with ******breath length. "Later we think. Now we concentrate on your healing." And when we wanted to kiss Ammar's lips, Papa Galih went into the room with Papa Bilmar and came back upset.

"NYOSOR CONTINUE!"

"Patience, Mas. Therapy is good for a newly born wife. Can relax," defended Papa Bilmar for Ammar.

Papa Galih looked at Papa Bilmar jenga with a lazy snort. "Mas has four children. That time is still dull" said Papa again with a witty smile.

Papa Galih continued to step closer to Gana and Ammar in the bed, especially staring fixedly at Ammar. "Well, if this is over, my son is pregnant again. Papa slashed your bird, Ammar!"

Papa Bilmar can only code Ammar and Gana with his mouth chattering without making a tone of voice to obey.

"Yes, Pah."

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"Akuh adah anah gembaya celalu liang selta gembila. Kalena I'm calm. Not too lazy or careless." Adela continued to sing with her body bent in front of Baby Aqila who was a herd on the bouncher after the Aqiqah event was completed.

"Let's don banun, not mulu cih!" sewot Adela because Qila seemed to not care about the noise.

"I'm talking about embayahhh!" and when Alda followed her dance next to her, Adela lowered her gaze, moving away while closing her nostrils. "Dedek abis napain? Howdy buh?"

Alda, who was wearing a white brucat dress and a peach-colored mini veil, which was twinned with the other sisters and Gana, nodded while patting her butt.

"Pup." without guilt, and returned to singing in Adela's style, clapping his hands in front of Aqila's face.

Adela grimaced in disgust until she seemed to vomit, she pulled Alda away from Qila. And Alda chipped sadly, wanting to cry.

"Sick you! Nanih Dedek kacian follow bauh! Canah first stop!" drive her, still holding Alda to the middle of the living room will be delivered to Mama or Papa and their Brother. However, his second move was interrupted when Anggi, his son Alex, who was holding the younger brother Alkala, was six months old, calling Alda and Adela. They also attended the Aqiqah Aqila event.

"Why, Deck? How crying?" asked Anggi when Alda finally cried because Adela looked at him as if disgusted.

"So pup, Brother. Stinks of banet." Anggi and Alkala could feel the smell that was not wearing.

Because Kasian with Alda who continues to cry, while holding Alkala, Anggi took Alda. "This is the same with my sister."

"Yes, take care of it." Adela who did not seem to want to be troubled about Alda who was in the middle of a puppy in her pants, meleos left with a relaxed and happy face to return to reach Aqila.

"Sister!" yelling Alda annoyed while pointing towards Adela to Anggi.

"Don't cry, yeah." Anggi elus tops Alda's head covered with hijab cloth.

"Dad." Alda nodded, he complied while in the trailer.

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See you next time, yeah, guys. These are the three chapters I gave you from yesterday. Maybe there's some free time, I can come up again. Wait for me and be patient, yes, until the youngest son Brother and Adek are really born. Ammar's children's story after they're grown is over and won't be up here, yeah, guys. You see, their stories are different and very memorable in my heart, so the storage area is rather special. Who can't follow where I go, just stay here, guys, a lot of millions of stories better than me. The point is, we can like something, but it can't be burdensome

good luck always, aamiin💕💕