IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[25] The Birth of Wahda and the Shadow of Being a Father

Mama was laughing on the sidelines of her conversation with a guest this morning. The plan is that the guest will stay at home to help Mama take care of some things related to marriage. It had been ten days since both of them did the second fitting of clothes that day. Nina and Dirga returned to their daily activities, until Mama was left who was in fact busier than anyone in this house. The guest is one of the distant cousins of Mama who lives in Bandung, as a wedding organizer who also takes care of the vendors at hand that day.

“... Yes Ver, good anyway it is. But I ask not to overdo it, just natural. Her manten request is like that.”

“Oke Tea, later Vera help for natural makeup request. Indeed yes, today's bride does not want to pangling right as before. Origin looks different just the same everyday.”

“Well, right. Moreover, this candidate Dirga is still young. Fear to look older if the medok-medok.” Mama Terang seraya chuckled.

Various wedding preparations are getting more mature, Mama has taken care of everything with the help of some relatives and relatives. While Nina's parents gave most of the things to Mama according to her request if allowed.

Initially Abah Nina had wanted to sell rice fields in the village to help the cost of marriage. Nina also feels doubt if her family does not help, but Mama does not mind, after all, only Dirga her son is a, so Mama claimed to have prepared such funds and asked Nina's family not to think too much about the cost. Nina initially still feels bad, but then inevitably agrees and gives Mama the authority to take care of it. That's why he always feels bad if he wants too much, even though Mama does not mind it. It often forces Nina to vote or say it's okay if she disagrees. Actually, Abah's rice field is only in the form of empty land, because he has limited capital to raise it again, even the strawberry garden which is actually only a personal consumption.

Abah did not tell Mama about it, but Mama understood herself. Moreover, this marriage had a sudden effect, and Mama was very understanding about it so she did not want to burden the bride's family.

When Mama was still busy talking about wedding preparations, Dirga seemed to come down from her room, about to pass Mama in front.

“Where are you, A'?” Ask Mama.

Dirga looked at Mama while reprimanding Bi Vera—sapaanya— politely.

“You're at Wahda's house, Ma. Get information if you want to give birth, but not yet the time. I think it went premature. Gibranya is not home. So Rehan's already there accompanying.” Unmistakably.

“YaAllah .. How can I? I think something happened so. Yes, greetings to Wahda. Later Mama will see there if the business is done.”

“OK Ma. Bi Vera, Dirga first yes.” Pamit Dirga was polite while walking out of the house.

“Be careful, Dir.” Reply Bi Vera.

Dirga nodded.

“Iya, Bi.” Dirga replied with a smile.

Then the man disappeared from the radar of the parents who were busy talking.

“Dirga getting handsome huh, Tea. I didn't think I was going to get married. Though small I used to know.” Bi Vera laughed remembering the little Dirga.

“The name is male, Ver. Neither does the eating. The fast paced.” Kelakar Mama's.

Bi Vera nodded, “Iya yes. Already want to marry again, not kasa.” Said Bi Vera making the two laugh together.

My mother did not expect either. Even others are aware of the Dirga self-difference that feels very fast.

He will soon be a husband.

Ah .. Mama was moved.

...-

...

The atmosphere of the hospital is unlike any other public place. Many things happen in a place like this; both fun and happy events. One of the things that made Dirga rushed to this place because Wahda was rushed to the hospital for complaining of contractions, even though the pregnancy had not entered the right time, although it was mature, but the pregnancy was still under nine months, but the pregnancy was still under nine months, less than thirty-six weeks.

“Eh, Han, you by yourself? How is Wahda?”

Dirga arrived at the hospital shortly after Rehan gave her a message. Rehan has been there since last—even he seemed to replace Gibran who turned out to ask for his help to accompany Wahda in this condition.

“There is still no news because I was told to wait here. The hospital wants only the family to be given the information. Mrs RW and Mr. RW are still on their way. They're having a wedding invitation, but fortunately I'm the same Saiful who's playing. If not, then the beautiful ones in our gang.” Rehan's clumsiness in a stressful situation like this.

Dirga chuckled painfully hearing the joke of his crazy friend.

“That's in your mind is just dead, Han. Basic crazy man!” Dirga's ejek makes Rehan tick.

He laughed without sin.

“Si bego, hospital laughs. Bersamuk new sisters know taste, antum!” Rehan said slowly, realizing what Dirga was doing.

“Everything is wrong ..” Dirga said lowering his speech intonation.

“Oh yes, said lo same as the Ipul? Where are the people?” Ask Dirga again.

“He's back, there's a flight jadawal. His wife also asked to be delivered to his parents' house, usually busy people. Only I am not being pursued anything.” Rehan said relaxed.

Before long, a noise was heard approaching. The voices of Mr. RW and Mr. RW who called out their names, made the two turn their heads.

“Rehan?! What's the doctor saying, son? Sorry to bother you.” Bu RW who first opened his voice directly targeted Rehan with a question. Mr. RW who followed behind him rebuked Dirga while looking from the outside to try to see his daughter, even though the glass was only one way.

“No idea how, earlier like Wahda was suddenly watching a movie, there was a funny scene, he just laughed normally anyway, but suddenly complained of stomach pain until it felt like a contraction. Coincidentally playing with Saiful, I immediately brought Wahda here. Had also contacted Mas Gibran, but he still did not pick up his phone, it seems to be silent because it was at the seminar.” Rehan explained the chronology that happened to Wahda.

Bu RW looked to wipe his face.

“There-There was only that boy, ouch ..” Said Bu RW while clucking annoyed many times. Although the worried look did not change from his face, but his lips always said annoyedly.

Dirga beside him stroked Bu RW's shoulders gently. Bu RW who often they greet mom—according to Wahda— call very java. The logic is thick so that it sounds confusing, even occasionally complaining with Javanese language that makes Rehan and Dirga can only be a little confused.

“But Wahda said it was indeed since night had begun to feel contraction one, twice, although not intense. Maybe it's time too, Mum.” Rehan again.

“Iya, Han. Thank you for dropping off, Dirga also bothered to come here even though there is business too.” Said Ms. RW with a smile.

Dirga shakes politely.

“Nothing, Mom. Coincidentally, you can accompany. We wish Wahda all the best.”

“Amin ..” Say all say simultaneously.

Before long the doctor came out of the room, Dirga and Rehan could only wait for Mr. RW who was talking to the doctor inside. Until he returned to them, the decision was that Wahda should give birth today as well because there are some problems in the womb and it is feared that it can affect the fetus.

“Gibran no news, Han?” Ask Mr. RW after a few hours they wait there.

Rehan nodded.

“It's been, Pa. Rehan told me since Wahda entered, it's been about four hours. Mas Gibran said he wanted to take the fastest flight right now. Probably still on the way.”

“Good then.”

Rehan nodded.

A nurse came out of the room with a happy look welcoming some people who were waiting anxiously outside.

“Congratulations Sir, Ma, baby boy. Healthy, it's just that at this time the condition of the baby is more vulnerable due to premature birth. For a while can not be visited, we wait after observation yes.” Everyone there was grateful, even though there was a feeling of sadness and disappointment because they could not immediately meet the baby.

“If you go in to see the condition of his mother, what can?” Ask Mr. RW.

The nurse nodded.

“Bby, Sir. But only one person, ya—oh what one of Mas is her husband?” The Sister asked watching Dirga and Rehan.

“Not, Sus. We're his friend.” Rehan said as he moved his hand a sign of rejection in front of his chest. Dirga pointed to Mr. RW beside Rehan. “Ya already Papa who entered—"

“I am her husband, Sus!”

The male voice shifted their attention after a brief conversation about who would enter saw Wahda.

Gibran was there with a happy and tired look.

“Doctor Gibran?” The sister asked, looking confused.

Gibran stood in front of the nurse.

“So this is doctor Gibran's wife? Wow ... Congratulations, Doc. Please login.” Glancing at his family for a moment, Gibran entered the room.

Rehan and Dirga looked at the handsome man without blinking.

“Superhero bang si Gibran.” Whisper Rehan on Dirga.

“Persis superman who came suddenly at a crucial moment.” Dirga retaliates Rehan's whisper.

He secretly imagined this condition if it was him who was in Gibran's position.

Will Dirga be as cool as Gibran when he sees his wife after giving birth to their child?

Dir, distant thinking, lo! He said in his heart while shaking slowly.