IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
146.Standby ready

The days of Sunday changing weeks have now changed months. Asifa is used to not being able to sleep every night. But tonight he could not sleep because he felt his waist was stiff. It even hurt, the more the night he felt the pain. In Asifa's mind today would probably give birth to her baby.

According to estimates by obstetricians, HPL is less than 5 days away. But tonight Asifa felt heartburn, because it can still hold and still rarely. Previously, doctors recommended Caesarean section if it has entered the 38th week. But Asifa Keke in her stance, to give birth normally.

For Asifa is not perfect to be a mother, if in a Caesarean section. For not feeling his struggle when the seconds gave birth to his daughter's son. No one could persuade Asifa to give birth by Caesarean.

Fahmi has been watching his wife for the past hour. Already several times mimic his face changing, briefly calm then tense and repeated a few minutes. Fahmi sees the wall clock of each wife having a tense face. The more time he gets here, the faster he'll feel.

Without asking, understand moving to the bathroom, wash your face to make it fresh. After that he took a change of clothes for his and for his wife. After that he changed clothes in front of his wife while looking at the wife who was pioneering in pain.

"Mas" because he could not bear the pain, he just called his wife.

"Dear, we're getting ready to go to the hospital. Here we help, let it be easier and faster for us to go yes. Said Fahmi gently, while removing the nightgown that Asifa was wearing. And replaced with a robe shirt, then install a jumbo instant veil. Lastly, Asifa's socks that Asifa couldn't wear by herself.

Asifa said nothing more, but a feeling of pleasure. Because having a husband who is quick to catch the situation he is in need. She was amazed by the advantages of her husband, who was sensitive in her time of need. Without having to be told was ready to standby and painstakingly help her.

When he finished he went to his daughter's son's room, taking the baby's and mother's supplies. Before leading his wife out of the room, he first brought the bag to the car. Then while walking to pick up his wife in the room, Fahmi called an obstetrician. Doctor Tsaniyah Zulaikha who has been handling Asifa, from the beginning of the marriage until now before delivery.

"Let's go baby, slow down if the pain stops." Fahmi said, helping Asifa stand up from the bed.

Asifa and Fahmi slowly walked out of the room and headed to the car. Just exiting the bedroom door, Asifa stopped because she felt pain in her stomach.

Fahmi without saying anything he let his wife grip his arm firmly. And Fahmi rubbed his wife's stomach with his right hand. To relax his wife, who was tense in the face of the birth of his baby.

After the pain was gone Asifa stepped again towards the car. But again Asifa felt the pain again. This is up to three times in a duration of 3 minutes. After getting into the car, Asifa clung to Fahmi's door and hand as the illness struck.

"Prophey baby we'll be in the hospital soon." Fahmi said when his wife was not sick.

"Yes mas, but I'm not strong mas. it hurts so much, I want to get up and give birth soon."Asifa complained while rubbing her stomach.

"Yes dear will soon arrive, mas adjust to your condition. If you are mules mas will be slow because mas also can not concentrate. If it's not night like this, I'll ask Radit to drive." Fahmi.

"Yes," that's all coming back.

"It's still opening five yes Asifa's mother. Mom are you sure you're giving birth normally?" the nurse assured Asifa that she could change her mind. And can be taken care of if you want a Caesarean section.

"I don't want surgery, I want to give birth normally." Answer Asifa firmly.

"Well, if that's mom's decision. Let the spirit fight for the twins, I put the infusion first in the hands of the mistress."Said the nurse who had prepared everything that Asifa needed.

The nurse who took care of Asifa was 3 nurses, some were preparing baby supplies. There are also those who prepare equipment for labor, while waiting for the arrival of an obstetrician.

An hour has passed now the waiting doctor has also arrived. Currently Asifa was already opening ten and preparing to give birth to her daughter's son. Fahmi hasn't left his wife in the slightest since he got to the hospital. Although mixed feelings he felt, there was pleasure, there was also his worry. Happy that his daughter's son will be born into the world. Worried about the condition of the wife who struggles between life and death. For the sake of her three children, also all her will wanted to give birth in a normal way.

Both families, Mr. Herman and Mr. Daryanto, were outside the delivery room. They were contacted by Fahmi an hour ago. Told her that Asifa was going to give birth, and was already in the hospital.

The doctor gave instructions to follow his directions. Asifa was also impatient to give birth soon, even though she felt tremendous pain. But it did not dampen her spirit to give birth to her baby.

" Asifa's mom follow me, let's take a breath" ma'am." Doctor Tsaniyah.

"Aaahk,,,"by tightly gripping Fahmi's hand (say the voice Asifa ngeden yes, the author does not know how)😄😄😄😄

Fahmi with a thumping feeling, at this moment who was waiting for his baby to be born. He did not care about the pain, caused by his wife Asifa.

"Mom, his head is visible. Come on ma'am again the spirit of bu take a breath ngeden." Doctor Tsaniyah encouraged Asifa to give birth to her first child.

Asifa eagerly did what Tsaniyah's doctor said. Until his first child came out, who was a male.

"Oowe oowe - oowe." The melodious voice of a tiny baby, with the male gender.

"Thank God, Lord, God,,. Thank you, we are now parents. The spirit of yes mother there are still two more, our daughter is also a surprise." Say thank you Fahmi and thank his wife. The one who is struggling to give birth normally to her baby. Fahmi also shamelessly kissed Asifa's forehead and cheeks.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah, we are now parents. I'm a mother, and I'm a father." Say Asifa with the roar of breath that is still frenzied. For she struggled to give birth to her first baby.

*****Connected.....