I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 83 - The Most Valuable Momentum

Thus, finally the two months that awaited Mbak Isma arrived. Finally, I and Anta went together to the end of the road, precisely at the house of Old Sister Isma to celebrate the union of love Mbak Isma with the man of her choice so that their love remains eternal. Fortunately the wedding was held there, so I can go also to attend despite being pregnant and a big belly, not just the stomach but the body also hihi, I've gained up to 30 kg.

Ms. Isma herself had apparently bought the house again for a long time, because she said the house was loaded with meaning and full of memories. From his father and mother married first, until he was born and mature. Exactly like Kak Anta's view of this house.

"Are we sure we'll walk?"

"Surely, brother" I replied. "All right, let it be easy for the lahiran."

"Or you rest at home, I'll tell Isma that you can't attend because you're pregnant." Timpal Kak Anta's.

I shook my head slowly.

"I want to attend the sacred event, Ma'am Isma, I have no trouble at all. Honey if I don't come. Still strong." Although impressed very insistent, I know very well Kak Anta still object to my wishes. But unfortunately he could not refuse.

"Slow down."

We went together, not alone. Many mothers in this housing also street. There's Mr. Omar and his wife, Mr. RT, Ms. RT and others too. Me and Sister Anta are in the backmost position, because I can't walk normally anymore. The road was slightly widened and the step was super small, I walked while holding the waist because of difficulties with the stomach. While the other hand, holding the arm of Kak Anta who was burly did not change.

Until a few minutes passed, we arrived at the event venue Mbak Isma. Unfortunately we arrived, when the contract was finished, so only had time to greet the bride and her family.

"Congratulations to his marriage, Isma, may your family life always be blessed by God and quickly get a baby." Said Sister Anta.

They shake hands with each other.

"Thank you very much. Just pray that I catch up quickly." Ma'am Isma replied while glancing at me. More precisely my stomach.

Now comes my turn, who shakes hands and congratulates; "Sir, congratulations! my prayer is almost the same as that of Sister Anta. May the marriage of Sister Isma and husband last and live long until death separates."

"You guys are still good as usual, but I forgot to bring souvenirs. Remember no? I used to promise to bring souvenirs when I came home from borneo, but apparently the wedding invitation hehehe.." he said.

"It's an amazingly beautiful gift from Ms. Isma."

"You don't really change, like the morning sun. Very kind.... Must have bothered to come here with such a big stomach, how many months?"

"Eight months, 2 weeks Ma'am."

"Well, I'll be born soon. Will I be able to pray soon, will I?"

I smiled and nodded. Then Isma hugged me.

"Thank you Kania, congratulations on your pregnancy." Her speech.

The greetings with the bride and groom are over. Then continued with the meal, I sat next to the wife of Mr. Omar and Ms. RT, while Kak Anta was still queuing at the buffet table, get me food and twins.

At first everything was fine, and I also enjoyed the atmosphere while chatting with Mr. Omar's Wife and Ms. RT. I did not feel anything strange, until suddenly Mr. Omar's wife hysterically saw that under my feet were full of water, water spilling from my clothes. Amniotic?

"Mom Anta, that's her break!"

Then Ms. RT immediately screamed hysterically call Kak Anta who is still busy choosing a side dish.

"Sir!!!!"

Ms. RT continued to call Kak Anta while playing her hand telling Kak Anta as soon as possible to our place. While I was dumbstruck, as well as resisting the unnecessary embarrassment, making rowdy at people's events. Ms. Omar was unceasingly trying to calm me.

And now, all eyes are on me, panicking and unsettled. Brother Anta quickly approached me,

"Darling? gosh darn. You wait here for a minute, let me get a car at home. It's okay, right? Please don't ask to use a police car this time! emergency situation." Said Sister Anta. "Mom, mother. I'll take my wife for a minute!"

After Sister Anta came back again, I never stopped breathing. Ms. RT and Mr. Omar's wife also helped deliver to the hospital, they sat beside me while helping to calm down.

"Breath mom."

"Slow down the bu---"

"Sick Brother.... Sis fast, sis, his son wants out, sis!!!!" I said screech.

It could not be described how riwehnya unexpected atmosphere was, completely beyond belief. There is shame, there is pain, there is happiness... Fortunately, Ms. Isma and her family are very understanding. The event was postponed for a few minutes.

Sister Anta to speed in the streets, while the three of us on the passenger bench how many times screaming. Oh my God, my God!!!

Sister Anta had fought the red light, but fortunately nothing scary happened. Ms. RT opened the window and shouted so that people who use the road do not misunderstand.

"You want sir, you want mom's birth... Pardon me! sorry!"

"Please walk!!! please give me a walk."

"Sister!!!!! I can't stand Brother!!! your son is coming out, brother!!!" I screamed hysterically making Kak Anta more anxious and press the gas deeper. Sat sets sat sets, like jets of lightning chasing time.

Until we arrived at the hospital in the city center, the doctor was quick to take action. I was dealt with immediately, until then the decision was made for the operation.

I was operated on for 1 hour and a half. I really did not feel anything else my energy was exhausted entirely, Sister Anta remained in her position sitting next to my cheek, whispering a prayer. The most riveting and jostling thing in my heart was when he said:

"Ma, mama please don't give up. Remember the ma kids! they need you. Don't think about me anymore, please don't stop saying God's name! hang on for the kids, Rania, the twins who want to be born. They're still too small if you have to leave!"

The first time she changed the call, and called me like Rania, 'Mama'. I'm not stopping to shed tears, so is Sister Anta.

Until I finally heard a strong baby cry, as if to raise my spirit again.

"One mom was born, baby boy! just one more." Said doctor.

My eyes were getting wet, and incessantly worshipping God. Sister Anta cried too, until she kissed my cheek many times.

And lastly, our son's voice came out again.

"Have been born again mom, man too. I'll observe for a moment, so I can see you soon."

I was so moved, apparently I have not yet been called God. I can still hear the voices of my children.

The highlight was when I was in the nursery, and the doctor placed my baby right next to the left cheek, and the other one on the right cheek. I sobbed back, and so did Sister Anta.