Loving Husband Interlude
69. Contractions

Arsyil approached his wife who was sitting watching television. He smiled happily as his wife watched peacefully and seriously with her favorite sinteron show.

"Well what?" arsyil asked sitting next to his wife.

"It's bang, watch sinteron. Usually I do not like watching soap operas, this is a good story. So watch it." replied Najwa.

"Awas, don't baper. Usually baper if the story is sad or upset" said Arsyil.

"Look bang, you're getting carried away by the story" Najwa said.

"Origin don't get carried away by the emotions of the deck" said Arsyil.

Najwa turned to her husband, then smiled. Arsyil looked at the table, there was still leftover peeled mango in Najwa's meal. He took it and fed it to Najwa, and took another one and ate it himself.

"Oh yes, deck, when Azam came here, he compensated for the loss of the printing fire. What's the deck doing?" arsyil asked his wife for her opinion.

"It's up to you, it's your money too" replied Najwa.

"Yes, some of you make preparations. And the rest of you are confused for what else" said Arsyil.

"And the brother's original plan was to farm. Move it there, rent land for a year, then plant what you like and then the harvest will continue to be sold the results" said Najwa gave advice.

"Well, your idea is okay deck. Yes already, later you find a land that is close to the land of your father. Let them be on the plow to be managed" said Arsyil excitedly.

"Well, that's better" said Najwa.

"Besok brother wants to go to the farmers market, buy seeds and fertilizer that you need. What do you want to nitip?" ask Arsyil.

"Emm, good meatballs like lunch" replied Najwa.

"Just meatballs? Usually eat a lot of it" said Arsyil.

"Gga can eat too much bang, fearing that the baby will be too big. It's hard to get out, said the midwife in less food" said Najwa again.

"Ooh, that's it."

"Yes, but if you eat fruit is nothing bang. Buy all the fruits."

"What fruit would you like?" arsyil asked again to feed Najwa.

"Emm, green grapes bang. Adek wants to eat green grapes, if it's hard to do this" said Najwa.

"May, tomorrow you buy it all."

"Yes." Yeah."

"To yuk's room deck?" take Arsyil with a sweet smile.

"Hemm, you want to?"

"Yes, nothing, right?"

"There is nothing, even the word midwife can really often to stimulate the birth canal as well" said Najwa.

"Yes, let's not wear it for long." Arsyil excited.

Najwa smiled, which made her feel happy because Arsyil asked her first.

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Arsyil had bought all the seedlings he would plant in his father's garden. He will start from the bottom again to become a farmer. Something new for him, but he will continue to learn from reliable farmers and tutorials from videos on the internet.

He is now preparing to go to the field, with the help of two men who will partially hoe and pay him according to the tariff of a farmer.

"Dek, the food do not forget to be brought to the garden later" said Arsyil.

"Yes bang, but actually soon the food is over. Just take it to the lunch box" Najwa said.

"That's nothing, just take it to it. Brother has been waiting with Pak Karta and Pak Dodo who help brother in the garden" said Arsyil again.

"Yes, we're leaving bang. Then bring the food there, all the dine there too" said Najwa again.

"Yes, brother go first deck."

"Yes bang."

Arsyil prepared to go to his garden, not forgetting he kissed his wife's forehead and smiled. After that he went to bring a new hoe that he bought yesterday.

Pretty money compensation from Azam is quite large, so he can also use to buy agricultural equipment. Arsyil has also been negotiating to rent the land next to his, only a quarter of an acre he leases for a year.

If it works out he'll hire her again, he's serious about running the farm business. He also looks for distributors and collectors of vegetables and fruit to be marketed when the vegetables have been harvested.

Day after day, one week already all the land was spilt. Now just to plant seeds, Arsyil is happy time to plant seeds and wait patiently.

Until this morning, Arsyil left for the garden. Everything was ready, but he seemed agitated to leave Najwa alone at home.

"Why bang?" ask Najwa.

"This has been a week more than the estimated lahiran. Has she not had any signs of giving birth?" ask Arsyil.

"Yes, but I don't feel anything. I like it most, sometimes. Brother worried?" ask Najwa.

"Yes, you are afraid that you will give birth to a brother in the garden." replied Arsyil.

"Yes, if you're already starting to have heartburn. I'll call my brother" Najwa said.

"Yes, you don't want to know if your brother's pain is still in the garden" said Arsyil again.

"Yes, adek directly contact your brother if it has heartburn stomach. It's gone to the garden, what time it is. Later when it's hot, it's bad again" said Najwa.

"Yes, you go to the garden first. Don't forget yes, call brother" Arsyil said again.

"Yes my dear brother. Adek will always find a brother to take responsibility for this pregnancy" Najwa said with a smile.

"Duh, my goodness. Brother is always responsible, so adek must tell brother as soon as possible" said Arsyil again.

Najwa nodded, and Arsyil was pleased. He kissed his wife's forehead and picked up equipment for farming. She got on the motorbike and Najwa waved her hand at her husband.

After a long distance, Najwa immediately entered the house. As usual, he would cook to take to the garden.

An hour, Najwa is still ordinary. But then she felt her stomach growling more and more often. He groaned, coming out of the water from the bottom. Najwa immediately entered her room, took her cell phone and immediately contacted her husband.

Tuout.

"Assalamu aleikum deck?"

"Wa alaikum greetings, bang. Her stomach hurts, and she keeps getting out of the birth canal. Brother went home." said Najwa grimacing.

"Oh my God, yes deck. You go home, wait."

"Yes bang, hurry up bang. Adek is very sick. Ew!"

"Yes dek, adek to Sri aja's mother's house. Ask to deliver to the midwife to give birth yes. You come home quickly."

"Yes bang."

Click on!

Najwa hangs up her phone, she picks up maternity supplies. With a step limped because of enduring the pain, he went out of the house to Sri's mother's house. Neighbor Arsyil.

Tok to tok.

"Mother Sri, assalamu alaikum!"

"Wa aleikum salam."

The door opened, Sri ma'am appeared she looked astonished with Najwa who was grimacing in pain.

"Well, why is Najwa?" ask Sri ma'am.

"It's mom, I'm cramping and sick. I was out of the amniotic fluid like that, and my stomach hurt. Can you accompany me to the midwife?" ask Najwa.

"Indeed Arsyil's still in the garden?" ask Sri ma'am.

"Yes, but I told you. Go home again."

"Yes, let's take you. But walk by Najwa."

"That's nothing, all in order to quickly open up too."

"Well, I'm afraid it'll be on the road. Do not mbak, then wait for Arsyil to come home. I accompany you at home" said Sri's mother.

Najwa was silent, there was a point as well. He nodded, now he returned to his house with Sri's mother accompanying him waiting for Arsyil to come.

Before long, Arsyil's bike came too. He panicked to see his wife was already grimacing in pain.

"We go straight to the midwife, pity your Najwanya. It has been in pain since" said Sri.

"Yes ma'am."

Najwa was immediately on her husband's motorbike, she turned on the engine and then drove it slowly so that his wife was comfortable. Sri's mother followed from behind while carrying Najwa's maternity equipment.

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