Love is Not Wrong
Part 45's
“Kakak, sorry I'm late.” Zea immediately went into her brother's room.
“Gak any deck. How's exam?” asked Zia who was eating at that time in the bribe by Alya.
“Alhamdulillah running smoothly kak.” Zea replied after she greeted the elders in the room the last time she greeted Zia and Pras.
“Sgratitude.” Zia.
Zea immediately sat down and checked her brother's pulse and checked the infusion attached, “Kak, have you felt any pain?” ask Zea.
Zia smiled, “You calm down. Sister just had a false contraction kok.” replied Zia.
Zea just nodded, “But her pulse is getting faster it seems like you will soon be giving birth. I'm sure you're having contractions right now. Aye right?” zoe looked at her sister.
Again Zia just smiled, “Wait a while I will call the doctor to move you to the delivery room.” Zea said immediately out.
While Pras who heard that immediately approached his wife who had finished eating, “Are you really having contractions?” pras held his wife's arm.
Zia was just smiling, “Don't smile baby, if it does hurt say.” Pras Say.
Zia was just holding Alya's hand tightly. Shortly thereafter Zea returned with an obstetrician who would handle Zia.
Zia was immediately downstairs to the delivery room accompanied by Pras and Alya of course. Celine did not come inside because she had already returned to Pras and Zia's house to pick up her two grandchildren.
When he entered the delivery room, Zia had opened five. An hour later Zia's opening was complete because it was the second birth for Zia so the opening process was quick.
Zia gave birth while she was privileged while Pras shed tears seeing his wife's struggle to bear the fruits of their love to the world. Again he thought about how when Zia gave birth to twins who were only accompanied by Hanifa.
Zia who was focusing on giving birth to her child was also holding tightly the arms of the husband and Alya. Pras who felt the pain in his arm was just him because he knew for sure that Zia felt much more pain than that. He sincerely gave his arm to his wife if indeed it could relieve the pain in his wife.
30 Minutes passed and finally the sound of crying filled the delivery room. Everyone gave thanks while Pras kissed the wife's face while reciting the words of thanks repeatedly. Zia also just smiled to respond because she is currently focusing on placenta removal.
30 Minutes later, Zia has now been moved to her nursery back with a baby box that is already near her bed. The birth of her third child went very well. The whole family looked at the tiny baby smiling and happy.
Likewise with Zayyan and Zayyah who are in the arms of Andrew and Gibran, “Are you guys happy to have a sister?” ask Gibran who is holding Zayyan. The two toddlers nodded and smiled and asked to be lowered and approached the baby box.
“Kak, congratulations to you!” said Rasti who had just arrived when Zia was transferred to the nursery.
“For you also congratulations brother. Now you have three children. Ee, is my nephew a boy or a girl?” tanya Rasti turned to look at her nephew who was currently surrounded by two toddlers who were staring at the tiny baby with sparkling.
All the families were staring at Pras and Zia because they did not know the gender of the new member of their family. Of course except Pras and Alya who accompanied Zia gave birth.
“He's a guy.” Zia replied.
Zayyah who heard that smiled as if she understood that Rasti had just congratulated her. While Zayyan smiled and grabbed the tiny little hand as if asking him to be friends to look after Zayyah later. Somehow Zayyan's jealous attitude did not arise. Usually no one can praise Zayyah she will definitely cry if not praised as well.
Pras, who saw his eldest son, approached him immediately and carried him, “Wow, the son of your father, understood best. Now you and your sister must take good care of Zayyah. You guys should protect her and love her.” Pras said who immediately got a nod from his eldest son.
While the whole family laughed at Zayyan's nod. Zia could only smile as she could not imagine how her daughter's life might be surrounded by three possessive men later on.
“Hey, sister what is the name of our new nephew?” ask Zea.
“Ah, yes who is nak?” ask Celine.
“Zeyyan.” Pras Say.
“We want to equate the name of our son. It is only one letter different. He Ruzeyyan Azzaky Mahendra.” Pras continued to look at his youngest son who was still at peace with his dream.
“Good, so our nephews will be Zayyan, Zayyah and Zeyyan. Wow triple Z.” said Rasti.
All the families agreed to the name for a new member of their family. Andrew immediately gave his 5% stake in Mahendra Group to his grandson. Now he only has a stake in the wife's company.
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While on the other hand, Lian who heard that the wife of the president of Mahendra Group had just given birth was immediately headed to the hospital where Zia was treated. He dared to come to see his sister-in-law's candidate. I don't know if she doesn't know who her sister-in-law will be.
He was very hopeful of becoming the sister-in-law of the president's wife but to date he has not been able to undo the ridiculous matchmaking with the president's sister Mahendra Group. So he came there with two identities, as the fiancee of the president's younger brother as well as a man who loves the younger brother of the president's wife.
Lian came to the hospital not to forget to bring a hand of course. Approximately 45 minutes he drove his car, now he arrived at the hospital where Zia was. He immediately entered the room VVIP No.1 after asking the receptionist hospital nursery Ziandra Putry Malik.
“Assalamu’alaikum, good afternoon!” hail Lian.
All the families in the room turned to the source of the sound, “Wa’alaikumsalam.”
“Mr Lian.” Sapa Pras who immediately recognized Lian.
“Ah, yes mr Pras.” Lian replied awkwardly because the whole family was there.
“Ah sit nak.” says Gibran.
Lian immediately sat down but did not forget she gave the hand she brought, “Thank you for taking the time to come Mr. Lian.” Said Zia who was holding Zeyyan.
Lian only smiled then she looked at someone who was looking down at the corner.