Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Baby Name

The sound of crying babies was heard, Alman's wife had already given birth to their baby. Azka herself was waiting in front of the room. The words of gratitude and silence continued from his lips. Azka had left the maternity room when azan magrib reverberated, he prayed Maghrib first until finally Alman's son was born.

The sturdy man sat on the bench while closing his eyes. She was tired from the emotions since the pregnancy last afternoon. But it turns out that the condition of Alman's wife is more attractive. His wife's struggle during childbirth some time ago is so imagined. Must be Alman's wife experiencing and feeling the same way.

The door of the room opens. Alman out of the delivery room. He ran a little and rested in front of Azka's feet. Azki's father was surprised when he found Alman resting in front of his feet while stunned. Yes, Alman is crying. Honestly, Azka felt embarrassed as the foreign spy stared at her with a suspicious look.

"Alman, what the hell are you doing? Wake up!", pinta Azka. Alman obeyed Azka's orders.

"Sir Azka, I am really grateful to you. My father was very good with me. Thank God my son and wife are healthy, it is also thanks to the help of Mr. Azka. I don't know what if I don't meet the father."

The views around people suddenly changed.

"Next, don't think about it! You are now a father. You have to be more responsible, look for halal money. For from the bread you give them, there will be flesh and blood in their bodies. Do you have the heart if your child and wife are given money that is not halal?"

Alman.

"Thank you again."

"Yes, we are now in the administration room! Your wife's gonna be transferred to the nursery soon, right?"

Alman nodded.

The two men who had been adrift for nearly ten years were headed to the administration room. Alman was stunned to see the cost of giving birth to his wife.

"Sir, how many?" said Alman, more murmuring.

"It was a deposit first Man. If more, then also behind!"

Alman nodded in understanding.

"Is there still a 1st class room?", asked Azka.

"So soon, I'll check first sir", replied the nurse.

"That's first class, third class!", Alman refused. Azka was confused.

"Why man? You don't have to..!", Azka's not finished talking Alman had already cut him.

"Sorry sir, but that's my wife's request!"

"Why could that be?"

"After my wife was transferred to the room, I had to finish my business with Mr. Azka. To solve all the problems I made. If my wife was in third grade, she wouldn't be lonely sir. There will be many residents of the room. My wife will not be alone as long as I work!"

"You can leave Man, I'll call Alex!"

"Yes, I know about the leave sir. But I will have to finish the job when against azka sir. I owe a lot of money to you."

Azka sighed.

"So what about sir?", asked the nun who had been a good listener. His eyes focused on Azka's dignified handsome face.

"It's third grade!", Azka replied. Alman also seemed to be smiling.

"Thank you again!" said Alman. After the two finished, the two of them returned to the maternity room. His wife and son were ready to move.

Inside the third-grade room, there were two patients who had also just given birth. So, Alman's wife is not afraid if she has to stay at work Alman.

"Dek, mas went briefly with Mr. Azka to finish the work. After that, I'm straight here again."

Alman's wife nodded.

[Assalamualaikum darling]

[Walaikumsalam, where is mas?]

[In the hospital]

[Mas why? Mas sick?]

[Ngga, his wife was a friend giving birth. They come here]

Alman and wife rank, 'friend'? They he considers friends by Azka sir?

[Being now?]

[Alhamdulillah already, nih.liat Dedek the baby].

Azka changed the direction of the camera on baby Alman.

[God, what a beauty!!! Really a girl, right?]

Azka is confused, she does not ask the gender of Alman's child. Alman also understood the azka gaze he nodded.

[Yes darling! Azki mana, kangen's father!]

[Udah in box yeah]

Replace Nana who turned the direction of her camera.

[Yes, that's it]

[Yes kangen? That's why home!]

[Hehehe yes dear, tomorrow we go home]

[Yes, hi, greetings to your friends and baby]

[Yes dear]

[Yes, I want to sleep first. Assalamualaikum]

[Guardiansalam]

Azka is back to focusing on Alman.

"Have his name been prepared?", asked Azka. Alman and his wife throw smiles at each other.

"Azkandira Almadiina", said Alman steady.

Azka furrowed her brows.

"Is there a smell to my name?"

"Yes, as a reminder that the presence of your daughter is also because it was helped by Mr. Azka. And may the goodness of my father be imitated by my daughter later sir."

"Masiah Allah is tabarakallah!"

There seems to be no awkwardness between them anymore. Afterwards, Azka and Alman return to the hotel to complete their pending mission.