God's Choice of Mate
Opening

When he heard the cry of his little son who said that his sister would come out, Rayyan immediately approached Shafa who was sitting next to his mother.

"Darling? What's that sick?" He asked as soon as he met Shafa who was leaning on the sofa in the middle room of their house.

"Mules mas" he answered briefly as he looked at Rayyan's worried face.

"Let's go to the clinic now!" Invite him but Shafa just shakes his head. While Rayyan's feelings have begun to erratic.

"It is not yet time for Ray, if later there will be even Shafa depressed. The pain also likes to go away. Later if it has been a very new feeling to the clinic" said the mother gave an understanding that her son was not in a hurry.

"Because, Dr. Lily also yesterday nyampein. Don't panic and hurry" said the one who could still look at Rayyan with a sweet smile.

"Now let Shafa eat first. He needs extra energy to prepare later. The order is Ray?" Ask mother. Perhaps what he meant was the meadow saos crab that Shafa had ordered earlier.

"Udah is ready for Lastri bu" Reply Rayyan.

"Let me get it" Mother stepped into the kitchen. Stay Shafa and Rayyan both and little Zafran who sat with her while looking at her mommy.

"Have you eaten a mas?"

You asked me whether I had eaten or not when you were feeling pain.

"I can't eat before our child is born." Rayyan. His tongue feels bland, let alone eat, drink it feels like he does not want to.

"But the mas must eat, how would mas want to make me if the mas itself weak" Reply.

"Dear Zafran, Zafran eats with dad, son" he said to the little guy. But Zafran also nodded. Just like Rayyan, she must also feel worried for her beloved mommy.

"Mommy's child must eat, so strong baby sister huh?" He persuaded, but again Zafran shook his head. It seems like Rayyan has to intervene directly. Because even though he is so dear to his mommy but he is more in accordance with Rayyan's words.

"Zafran, eat the same father huh? If not eat can't see sister" A little threat must have made her submissive. Sure enough, he immediately agreed.

"Bi Lastri please bring food for Zafran here" Rayyan told bi Lastri.

"Make Mas Rayyan sekalin bi" Shiak Shafa added. Rayyan no comen if Shafa has spoken up and given orders.

"Is it really sick, baby?" Ask Rayyan again.

"Now the pain has subsided. Maybe the baby boy wants to maem first before going out" said Shafa who looks so calm.

"This is eating her. Here Mother bribe" said the mother with a plate of rice and crabs she had separated the meat. Really a caring mother-in-law. There is rarely a mother-in-law like Rayyan's mother.

"This is Rayyan's rice mas" Bi Lastri also gave a plate containing rice and side dishes to Rayyan.

"Mas Zafran at Aunt Yati's bribe huh?" Said Bi Yati who also brought food for Zafran.

"Mas mas, photos used to mumpung dong again collected. Bi Lastri same mbak Yati don't go. We selfi used to make memories" said Shafa who had asked for photos. Rayyan also followed his wife's will he took a cellphone from his pants pocket and aimed the front camera to selfie ria. Hugging Shafa's sweet smiling shoulder, Zafran, who was beside Shafa, hugged Shafa's stomach while the mother behind Zafran lifted her thumb. Bi Lastri and Mbak Yati are standing next to the mother by pointing her middle and index fingers to form the letter V.

"One...Two...Three" Czech!!! Czechoslovakia!! Chekrek!!!

"It" Rayyan said. After the photo together they continued their lunch in the living room of the house.

"Udah.it's mom! Water" said Shafa who immediately swallowed his food. Rayyan quickly poured water on Shafa.

"Mas I want to go to the bathroom" said Shafa who looks like he can't stand it.

"Let's help" Rayyan led Shafa to the bathroom in his room. He waited at the door until Shafa came out. If Shafa had not refused, he would have been inside to accompany his wife.

"Have baby?" He asked who was agitated in front of the glass door.

"Not yet" Sajut Shafa.

"Duh.kok can not come out anyway" muttered Shafa who felt like defecating but nothing was released.

"Have you?" Rayyan immediately led his wife out as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

"Mules mas, but can't get out" said Shafa as he grimaced holding his back waist.

"Mom.. Come to the clinic now. Shafa has mules ma'am" Rayyan said.

"Wait a little while" Shafa refused. I don't want to spend too much time in the clinic. It is better to wait for pain first to go to the clinic so that it immediately gives birth.

"Bi Lastri's! Please bag and all Shafa's equipment in the car!" Rayyan's word to bi Lastri.

"Mbak Yati, please replace Zafran's shirt with a shirt and trousers. Prepare a change of clothes and milk in the bag. We're going to the clinic now!" He told mbak Yati. That afternoon, everyone looked so busy preparing this and that.

"Where are you going?" He asked when he saw Shafa standing up.

"I want to go for a walk, it doesn't taste very good" said Shafa.

"Yes already my friend" Rayyan immediately took his wife's arm.

"Mas dzuhur prayer used to be gih, it's already adzan. Later change with mom. I can still stand the pain, not very sick" said Shafa.

Rayyan immediately ran into her room for prayer. His prayer this time was really impassive. He even had time to repeat the prayer because he forgot the amount of rakaat he had been working on, although he could have done the sahwi prostration but Rayyan chose to repeat and try to be more calm and solemn in prayer to both. After the prayer did not forget he prayed to God that the birth of Shafa will be given ease and smoothness. He even had to shed his tears when he begged that his wife be given safety at the time of giving birth.

"Our new prayer-fugitive mother is going to the clinic!" Rayyan said after leaving the room. At the sight Zafran was ready with his shirt and trousers complete with his sneakers. He was carrying a bolster-shaped doll that he said he would give to his sister.

"Sssshhhh.

"Patience is dear" said Rayyan while rubbing Shafa's back.

"Mother cepaaaattt!!!" Said Rayyan to her mother who was praying. I just entered the first shelf.

"Mas, don't yell ah! I'm the one who wants to menggahirin ordinary, because Ray even panic! I want five children. Just a rich gini!" Omel Shafa to her husband who can't hide her panic.

"Yes dear yes" replied Rayyan who immediately died lice hearing the words of his wife.

"Yes, why are you tickling anyway? Uti kan again father prayer" Zafran also commented.

"What the hell is Ray?" Mother who just finished praying immediately approached the two of them.

"So Shafa is very rich in pain" said Rayyan who still holds Shafa's hand.

"Geez Ray, don't panic. Wealthy if you want to go. That's not how much Ray. How will you panic now? You may faint" said mother while shaking.

"Well, let's go now!" Said Rayyan but his hands were choked by Shafa.

"Don't you see my appearance? Are you sure I'm going to a gini-rich clinic?" Ask Shafa. He is currently still wearing a batik short-sleeved negligee without wearing a veil that covers his beautiful hair.

"Astagfirullah, let's help change clothes" said Rayyan again lead his wife into the room. Shafa chuckles at her husband who is too panicked to forget that Shafa himself has not prepared, fortunately his heartburn can still be held.

"I want to wear that shirt!" Point her at a loose white dress hanging in her wardrobe.

"No-no! I don't like the color white! This one's all, pretty!" Said Rayyan while removing a long negligee made of gray cotton. Actually not he does not like the color white, he just does not want to think strange strange when his wife wears all-white clothes.

After helping Shafa change clothes, he removed the bandana perched on Shafa's head and replaced it with a cream-colored instant hijab that covered his chest.

"Udah beautiful, now go yuk!" Rayyan smiled as she looked at her wife.

"Thank you, man!" Reply Shafa then kissed Rayyan's right cheek.

"Sir Madi, let's go!" Rayyan gave instructions to the driver to take off immediately to HS Clinic.

Before leaving, Shafa semat said goodbye to bi Lastri and mbak Yati. They both shed tears as Shafa apologized for any wrongdoing that might have hurt them.

Now everyone is in the car. Mom and Zafran were sitting in the front seat while Shafa and Rayyan were in the middle seat. The back seat and trunk of Rayyan's car are full of Shafa's equipment and also his prospective children. Zafran was still faithfully hugging the bolting doll he took from his room earlier.

Just a few minutes away, Shafa again felt heartburn along with stronger pain than before. He leaned back his body while closing his eyes withstanding the pain around his stomach. His hands began to hold firmly Rayyan's hand that never let go.

Seeing that, Rayyan immediately grabbed his wife's head to lean on her shoulder. His lips kept whispering dhikr sentences that could calm his heart and feelings. Shafa bit his lower lip as the pain grew more pronounced. It did not escape the attention of Rayyan who never let go of his eyes from the face of Shafa. Little sweat began to appear adorning the forehead above Shafa's lips.

"Sir Madi can go a little faster?" Rayyan. Yes, he has begun to control himself even though his feelings have now been mixed between fear, pleasure, sadness or happiness. All mixed into one like the taste of candy that often appears in television commercials.

"Jinner..." Shafa's sigh grew stronger gripping Rayyan's arm.

"Please, soon until" whispered Rayyan while continuing to wipe his wife's back. He must not panic because Shafa desperately needs him who can calm and strengthen. Meanwhile, the mother is seen busy calling mommy to immediately prepare to pick them up in front of the clinic.

"Maassh's... Sakiiit!" Rintih Shafa was clearly heard in Rayyan's ears. Now he changes his position with a slight tilt by drowning his face in Rayyan's right shoulder while his right hand embraces Rayyan's neck.

"Laa ilahailla subhanaka inni kuntu minaddzolimiin" Bisik Rayyan led his wife to continue to ponder.

after 15 minutes of travel, finally the car they were riding in arrived at HS Clinic. Rayyan felt a little relieved because his wife would soon get treatment from an obstetrician.

He helped Shafa down from the car carefully, while Shafa was grimacing in pain while holding Rayyan's arm firmly. It appears that doctor Lily and several midwives were waiting in front of the clinic lobby with a wheelchair for her.

Seeing Shafa get out of mommy's car and daddy immediately runs up to him.

"Mommy's son can do it!" Mami said while hugging Shafa.

"Daddy's shit has to be strong!" Said daddy while kissing Shafa's head.

Mommy leads Shafa to his left. The midwives and nurses came by pushing a wheelchair. Shafa was immediately seated in a wheelchair and pushed to the elevator.

"Zafran here equals Opa. We'll wait in Jeff's room with Hafiz's brother, right?" Daddy grabbed Zafran in his carrier, as there was no way he could join his mommy while she was in labor.

Shafa is brought on the 3rd floor, the maternity room as well as a special treatment room prepared for him. It is located right in front of Jeffri's treatment room which is still under tight guard by people in uniform and fully armed.

"Shhh maaaash.... Sakiiit" Shafa let out a sigh of pain as he was about to stand from the wheelchair towards the bed.

"Prophey dear" That's all Rayyan can say even though her heart continues to recite dhikr and prayer.

Currently in the room is only Rayyan, doctor Lily, midwife and also Mommy and mother. While daddy and Zafran are in the care room Jeffri waiting for the delivery of Shafa takes place.

"We'll check the opening first, ma'am?" Doctor Lily said as she directed Shafa to lie on the bed. Then Lily's doctor put on her gloves and started examining Shafa's core.

"New opening 3 bu, still a long time!" Said Dr. Lily while lowering back the Shafa negligee.

Whats? Still long? Is this me dying and the doctor said it's still a long time? O Allah forgive your servant.