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The Beautiful Hairy Curl

The Beautiful Hairy Curl

Each of us will come to a time, experiencing an endless wait of time. Only the grace and compassion and prayers of the service will always accompany you.

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Ardi looked at me fixedly in both of my eyes. You know, her hair is still a long wavy one. Being an art worker does not have to make him trim his hair and cut it neatly. I remember that time, you admired her curly hair, and wished our son had the same hair. I'm pouting and you always have a way to make me smile again. You told me about your daughter's wavy eyes.

"I like to play with my hair before I get a bun" you said at the time.

"Who knows, our son came down the hair," you continued and I laughed assentingly.

I take my breath, Ardi asks for my ability, right now. I feel I cannot control my heart.

"No way, if you need help!"

"A aa me..."

"You must be able to master yourself, so that you can accompany Laras, buddy!"

I bowed, my body shaking.

"Gie?!"

"I'm fine, Ar. I'll be fine!"

"Gielang Syailendra?"

"Yes, Ardi Prasetyo!"

"All right, let's go inside."

The nurse stopped me before I headed for the room.

"Are you the husband of Mother Laras?"

"Yes, I'm her husband. Sister, please do your best for our wife and child,"

"Please go in first, Mom!"

I followed, my mother was beside me. Ardi whispered that he would solve the problem outside. The two men who escorted us are still waiting, the parents of the little boy you saved are still waiting. The twilight is almost gone dark.

My steps were directed towards bed 07 in the HCU room. Your face looks pale and sweet, your eyes are still closed. CPR is no longer attached, only the air hose is attached to the nose, the oxygen tube is attached, the inpus flows through your right wrist. Sometimes your eyebrows are linked, holding back pain. There was no more blood that had soaked my jacket and hands.

"Roof, darling... "

Mother rubbed your head, kissed your forehead whole heart. I held your right hand, and I rubbed the back of your hand with my left hand indicating my presence.

"Honey, this Cupikkk,"

Your breath blows softly, gnashing weakly, your eyelids open, looking around.

"Sir, this is Mama ..."

"Mothers... "

I see your smile, your eyes are starting to sparkle. When you looked at me, I threw my cherry smile. You grimace.

"Cupic ..."

"I'm here, sorry Cupikkk yes, dear ..."

You shake still with a smile. But then cringing holds the pain.

"What's the matter dear ..."

"Pe - rut- La-ras, buk..."

"Why his stomach, baby ... "

"Nyeri ..., cloves, buk, do you want to come out?"

Your voice is weak, not moaning, just grimacing while breathing out of your mouth. Your hand gripped my hand. I look at the condition of your stomach. And I can't bear to see the expression on your face in pain.

"Suster ...!"

Suddenly I shouted towards the sister's room not far from it, just a bed away. Bed 06 is empty. The nurse's room in the HCU Room is an open space, limited only to a closed workbench. It is right in the middle of the room. From the direction of the room nurses can see the entire room HCU from the left to the right end.

2 The nurse came straight over, examined you closely. Your face grimaces in pain.

The clash that knocked you unconscious for a moment, just a moment ago did not cause any injuries. It's just that your old pregnancy put you at risk.

"I'll call Lany's doctor immediately,"

One of the nurses immediately returned and picked up the phone, the conversation faintly heard. Nurse with a sign written Husnul, groping your stomach.

"So it's been opening 2, Buk, Mas .. Maybe the baby wants to get out soon,"

"May be given fluency, dear ..."

Mom rubbed your head back. Your lips continue to expand even though they look grimacing to withstand pain. Bleeding that occurs due to trauma, resulting in faster contractions.

A male nurse rushed in, behind him a woman in a white suit with a nude veil walked over quickly. Approaching you.

"Coupikk ...."

"Yes calm, dear, strong, strong nduk ..."

Mother strengthened while still stroking her stage. Doctor Lany examined you, 3 nurses on standby.

"We moved to the delivery room ... "

"Yes, doctor ..., please my wife ..."

"Hopefully deliver, the baby is moving actively,"

"For two weeks from the approximate dock,"

The doctor from the look on his face looked the same age as the mother's sister nodded.

The doctor's smile made me realize. You're enduring a very severe pain. I must be strong in order to strengthen you, said Ardi.

One of the nurses turned Inpus around and took it from the pole, then placed it on the side of your arm. Raise the support of the bed, remove the oxygen channels and then start pushing the bed out of the room.

A patient's car is waiting.

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The delivery room was quiet, there was only one patient near the entrance, who was moaning. Sometimes he screams. The nurse was seen heading to her room and briefly returned to the nurse's room. I heard a conversation from the nurse.

"There's no opening yet, it's been mom's panic,"

"How many kids?"

Srtt

Sounds of paper being opened, maybe looking at the data.

"Third kid,"

"The third child, yes ..."

"Aduhh .. ouhh .., sister please,"

The patient groaned again, comforting voices were heard dripping. But his groaning did not decrease. I see you, why are you just grimacing? Why do you hold your pain just for you?

Sister Husnul led us to the very end of the bed.

"Mother, Cupikkk... "

I'm holding your hand.

"Yes Nduk?"

"It feels like pushing ..."

"Yes, baby wait for the nurse first ... "

Sister Husnul approached, next to her, a nurse with a sign written by Raisa. The nurse immediately did a standard check. Reattaching the inpus on its support pole rotates it and timing the drops. Prepare an oxygen tube then arrange the hose.

"Sorry Mommy Laras, later with sister Rasia yes, I return to the HCU room,"

"Thank you, sister,"

Sister Husnul nodded then passed. I sat down while I was singing dhikr, stroking your head. You tilt your body, closing your eyes, I think your face is turning pale and I feel down. Almost 20 minutes passed, I could only look at your face without being able to do anything, except chant a prayer.

"Ehhhkk..."

"Darling... "

"Cupicka... "

"How's nduk?"

"It feels like, it's cringing, ma'am ..."

I stepped up, pulled the closing cord, then called the nurse there.

"Suster, please my wife wants to cringe ..."

Rushing two nurses who looked senior walked into the room.

"Take the most comfortable position, yes Ma'am."

You grimace trying to half-sit, I ask for one more pillow to support your back. Your legs are bent and open, the nurse closes your lower body. The other nurse prepared equipment to clean the baby. Just then Lany's doctor came, wearing protective clothing and hand-dressed.

"Ehkkk ..."

I wipe your sweat, I'm not stopping talking dhikr and takbeir near your ear.

"Good mbak Laras, pinter ... Haush ..."

You stop straining, his nose expands breathing oxygen from the hose ducts that are inserted into your nostrils. You shake your head by clenching both of your eyelids.

"Return your breath, Ma'am Laras. Go to the left,"

Doctor Lany gave instructions, you back to tilt your body to the left. My right hand holds your right hand, not letting go.

Tikkk!!!

There was a sound like a hollow balloon, not erupting but hissing gas.

"Ehkkk ..."

"Well that's what awaited, continue, good Mbak Laras, the hair of the grandpa has begun to look.

"Subhanna ... Nathana ..."

"Allah Akbar ... Allah Akbar,"

You push back strongly, once, twice. And for the third time, Lany's doctor exclaimed.

"Allhamdulillah ..."

"Ooeeekkk ... Ooeekk ...!!!

I was stunned, just after the umbilical cord was broken, wrapped, a tiny baby was laid on your chest that had been covered in towels.

"Allhamdulillah ..."

You reach for his tiny fingers, while not stopping to give thanks. I smiled at you, and I looked at our little baby.

A pretty little girl with curly hair.

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