Immaculacy
Be born

Friday morning, As usual the woman was on her husband's right thigh, her eyes closed, her hands continued to stroke her stomach. Surah Al-Kahfi is beautiful.

"Whoever reads the letter of Al-Kahfi on Friday’at, it will radiate light from under his feet to the sky, will illuminate it later on the day of the apocalypse, and forgiven his sin between two fridays.” (CHR. Abu Bakr ibn Mardawaih)

Until verse 110 is read the woman does not move, remains in her original position, the man's hand holds her head, hot!

"Sir, adek...." Dzaki confirmed his wife's position.

"Astaghfirullah's... Mila!" call Dzaki, he remembered the words of his sister-in-law back then, but still there was no response. Carrying his wife.

"Mang!" yelling Dzaki panic, mamang who was cleaning the backyard of the house, he immediately ran to meet his master who seemed to be panicking.

"I, sir." said the husband of the lastri bi who also panicked, seeing the woman who had fallen in the arms of her husband.

"Please open the door, all of you please open the fence!" Dzaki put Mila in the car, assisted by some neighbors who came to hear the sound of Dzaki calling Asep mang just now.Bi Lastri who just arrived, immediately ran over to Dzaki's car.

"Sir, why Mila?" tanyanya panic.

"Fainting, Bi. Come on, auntie, come!" bi Lastri in the car.

UNISMA Malang Islamic Hospital.

Mila was already on the cage, when in the car she was self-conscious, making Dzaki a little relieved. The nurse pushed him into the IGD.

"How is it, Dok? My wife why?"

"His blood pressure is very low, sir. It seems like the father's wife is soybean, and lack of sleep, I don't dare to take any action. Since this mother is a patient of Humaira's doctor, we better take her to her room. Let the doctor check on her." The doctor left Dzaki and several nurses who were ready to bring Mila to the doctor's room Humaira Rahma, spOg.

"Why, Deck?" chasing him a little run, Humaira's doctor was just about to follow to IGD, because while on the road earlier Dzaki contacted him.

Mila was laid in the cage of the obstetrician's room, a clear liquid was poured over his stomach.

Degs... Degs... Degs... Deg

The sound of a baby's heartbeat in Mila's womb.

"His heart rate is stable, the position is right, it has even started to enter the birth canal. Keep the health condition deck, the vitamins are taken, right?" The doctor stood next to Mila, "It's okay, just fall asleep if you're dizzy" he said, seeing Mila who insisted he wanted to sit down, because he was disinclined by Humaira's doctor.

"Everything's good, Mr. Lecturer. Healthy, even the water is still normal. I also wonder why I haven't come out yet. Because it is still healthy, I do not recommend surgery, because Mila also wants to be normal, I think it can also be this normal. We see three more days, if we are not born, we must take action. Cook yes, pregnant until entering the 11 months" he said smiling friendly.

"Come on, kid, get out! Poor mother!" he said he was holding Mila's stomach.

"So what's the fever, dok?" ask Dzaki

"What fever?, Mila has no fever at all." Humaira replied.

"Will you take a hospital break, or will you rest at home?" humaira asked like a flirt.

"Home home, brother! So it hurts later if I'm here." replied Mila quickly.

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The middle-aged woman ventured to speak to her employer.

"Sir, can you ask me something?" said bi Lastri approached Dzaki who was carrying hot sweet tea on the tray. It was lastri who wanted to take him, but Dzaki took it, he wanted to take care of his wife with his hands, without bothering Lastri and Asep mang. He would rather not go to work today.

"What do you want to ask, Bi?"

"Gini sir, does the baby have no desire that has not been followed so, sir?, who knows if the baby will be delivered out later" said bi Lastri lowered his head.

"I mean Aunt Ngidam, huh?" followed by bi Lastri nod.

"I'll ask you later, so far he never asked for anything at all, Bi." Dzaki thought about the saying bi Lastri, maybe also it seems, right if the stories of people whose wives are pregnant must be a lot of desire, must be followed as well. If not, his son will continue.

Ckleek

"Excuse me, Neng. Hot sweet tea! Please! Any additions?" Dzaki put a glass on the table in the room.

"Thank you,Mang. This is it first, then if there is, I'll call again!" replied Mila grinning. One cup of shaken bar is still on his lap.

"This gigabicin is hard, Mas. I added tea. Sweet again!, it will be even sweeter dong, Mas." said Mila spoiled. Dzaki sat next to him.

"So, want something?" dzaki is getting serious.

"Nothing, Mom!"

"...." - ".Dzaki just shut up.

"I mean mas, crave right?, Ngidam it's just a suggestion mas, do not believe. If the cravings are easy, it is okay to obey. But if the cravings are troublesome, must be out to buy midnight food, or do not make midnight food, will kasian her husband,mas. What, you wanna do it like that?"

"No, no yes, deck. No!" Dzaki imagines he has to wake up in the middle of the night around the compound looking for sataymen who sell at night, like his friends in the office.

"It's God's will, it's not yet time for him to come out. Later if su...." Mila held her stomach.

"Mas, stomach hurts."

"Oh my God, sick deck?, we're in the hospital!" Dzaki starts to panic, Mila points at her hanging headscarf, Dzaki helps put it on. In her lift the tiny body carefully.

WET

Mattress occupied by Mila, wet. It felt like there was a part erupting in his stomach. "What does this mean by amniotic fluid?" muttered Dzaki who was getting panicked.

"Bi Lastri, bi...."

"Yes, Sir!" Bi Lastri approached Dzaki, the,

"Bi, what's water?" Dzaki pointed at the bed and a little drop marks on the floor.

"It looks like the establishment's broken, sir. We need to get to the hospital."

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"Much for a second, baby. The strong yes!" Dzaki continued stroking his wife's head with his left hand. His right hand held his wife's hand.

A round of tears fell from the corner of his sweet wife's eyes, no word "Ouch" said. His lips continued to commute, reciting softly, almost without sound.

Already one hour they are in the maternity room, the infusion hose is installed.

Dr. Humaira continues to provide stimulation in the form of soft pinches on the surface of Mila's stomach. "Come, deck. Get your son in communication, get him out" he said.

"Come, son..help Ummi yes!" Mila said in his heart, the inner bond between mother and child that is still fused will certainly arrive even though not spoken from the oral. Mila felt the growing pain.

He held her hand, "Mas" she looked at her husband. Netra they met, as if encouraging each other.

"God!"

"Come on deck, take a breath.. Get rid of it, bismillah!"

"aaagh... Allah, Allah, eeggghh" Mila's hand continued to hold her husband's hand, Dzaki could not help but cry. It was heartless to see his wife in so much pain.

"A little more, deck. His head is visible." Humaira looked pleased.

"Aagh... Allah Akbar!" It feels free from the rope bond is very strong, free, loose. Life seemed to go away for a moment and then came back.

Ooek... Oek.., the cry of the baby eliminates half of the pain that Mila felt earlier. The other half lost hearing Dzaki echoing the Adhan to their baby boy.

The tiny baby weighing 2.8 was white, with pliable eyelashes. The dimples on his cheeks are exactly Dzaki.

Dzaki gave his son to the nun, because he was about to re-enter the maternity room, accompanying his wife.

"What's up, doctor? why does the doctor's face look panicked?" ask the weak Mila. Her stomach hurt like she was about to give birth again.

"Prophey yes, deck. There's still something to get out." Humaira's doctor still wears gloves.

"Quiet, yeah deck." Humaira assisted the nurse began to pull the placenta that was still inside.

"Oxytocin Injections!" humaira said to the nurse, followed by a nod from her.

The drug is given to make the uterus contract strongly to expel the placenta, while preventing bleeding.

Fragile, the placental cord is fragile. It could be post date. Doctors and nurses work together to complete the process. Trying to do your best.

Dzaki was so relieved to see the smile from Humaira, he smiled and nodded. Completed, labor is normal, smooth and both are healthy. Mila is recovering.

Greetings received from family, neighbors, co-workers and readers.

"Now it's Ummi, thanks for fighting, baby. I love U." Dzaki kissed Mila's head.

"Kok Ummi, not Umma?"

"hm"

"They want Umma!" mila Whine

"Yes, Umma." Whatever, if you're happy, murmured Dzaki.

Their household happiness is complete with the presence of the baby.

Now just struggle to provide the best education for the next generation. May we be the Qur'ani generation.