Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother
Chapter 172: The Real Wirayudha

Waiting is the most boring thing, time seems to slow down and reluctant to move. So too did Bara and Bella. From dawn wait until noon, day wait until night. It feels like road time in place.

If Bella chooses to curl up on the bed to endure pain, another thing with Bara. The man was still faithful at the bedside, holding the wife's hand to strengthen.

“Mas, pain,” Og Bella. The power is up already. Let alone to walk, talk was already a piece.

“Propay, Dear. Must be strong for the baby. I bribe a little meal,” Bara bargain, bowing and whispering soothing words while gently rubbing his wife's distended stomach.

Bella shakes. “My stomach hurts once, Mas.” Bella looks limp, enduring pain that never stops. The pregnant woman intermittently looked at the clock, the clock on the wall felt like a long time walking.

“Ya, be patient. Later if the baby is out, will not hurt again,” comfort Bara. I could not bear to see the pain of his wife.

“What time is it, Mas?” bella asked with her eyes closed. Not long ago staring at the clock, Bella asked again. The pain was heard again. Let alone squeezing and clawing, even Bella is not able to move.

“Jam seven nights. Come eat a little or do you want to eat something?” ask Bara.

Not going, Mas. Stomach hurts. I can't eat anything anymore. The pain was ...” Bella remained silent. The pale face with trembling lips endured the relentless pain was again whimpering profusely.

“Ya, Dear.”

“This hurts, Mas. Pain ... once,” whimpered Bella again, rubbed her stomach.

“Ya, Baby. I can't do anything either? If I can ask, I don't mind sharing the pain,” said Bara, holding Bella's body trembling violently.

Rosmah's mother, who had just entered after she finished eating dinner in the hospital cafeteria, was seen carrying a box of food for her daughter-in-law's dinner ration.

“How, Bar” asks Mother Rosmah.

Bara. “Still not increased its opening. Though this has been almost four hours from the start of infusion,” explained Bara. The man's face looked crumpled, not much different from his wife's.

“Mother listen, if infused like this it hurts without pause. Should be operated only.” Rosmah's mother argued.

“I don't want to be operated.” Bella said weakly. Hurriedly replied when he heard the mother's words.

Bara let out a rough breath. Since then, Bella persuaded him to choose the path of surgery, but his wife still refused. Though Bella's condition really can't do anything.

“Bell, if operated, will not hurt again. Just a moment, after that can already hug her baby adek.” Back to persuading. Seeing the condition of Bella, Bara pessimistic wife can give birth to normal.

“I don't want to, Mas. I'm afraid of surgery.” Bella refuses.

Mother and father-in-law could only obey. For now they can do nothing but help with prayer and strengthen Bella.

“Mas, I want to drink.” Bella asked in a soft voice.

Without asking much, Bara immediately helped Bella to sit down and thrust a glass of water onto her dry lips.

“Already. Mas please arrange the bed, I want to sit down,” Bella pinta again, after finishing sipping a few drops of water from a glass glass to wet her throat.

In a sitting position, Bara increasingly clearly saw the look of pain and fatigue of his wife. No, it's becoming more and more. I wanted to change places, replacing the pain Bella felt. From dawn until night, Bella endured her pain alone.

“Sitting this way what pain is reduced?” bara asked, letting her body become Bella's pedestal. Forced to bend over at the bedside, so that Bella can freely embrace him.

The man let himself be his wife, clawed and squeezed all day. He can't do anything. A little lucky, Bella is not the type who likes to scream when the pain comes. His wife chose to quietly curl up while squeezing the sheets or his body.

“Just the same, Mas,” said Bella who wrestled around Bara's neck. Hugged her husband tightly.

“If not strong, can bite or scratch me. I'm not gonna be mad at you, Bell. If you have given up, surgery is also okay. That's not terrible. Many mothers out there also give birth surgically and they are fine,” Bara explained patiently. His hands tried to gently rub Bella's back repeatedly.

“Yes, Mas. I-i know. I ... do not want to, I .. not ready. I was afraid to imagine my stomach being split with a sharp knife,” Bella explained.

“If it really does have to be operated on in the end, you have to be ready, dear. For the sake of the baby. Operated or normal is the same as the struggle. Still going to be a whole mother.”

“Ya, Mas.”

Until nine o'clock, the conditions remained the same. Bella who was tired of lying down and sitting finally chose to walk amid the pain and remnants of her strength.

“Mas, please help me. I tried to walk again,” pinta Bella with a weakened voice.

“What can still? Your face is pale, Bell.”

“Still Mas.”

Mother Rosmah who all day saw the heavy struggle of her daughter could only pray in her heart. Trying to hold back the tears, replacing them with a smile so that Bella still has the spirit to fight.

Trudgingly, Bella stepped slowly. Both his hands were coiled around Bara's neck. Occasionally grimacing, squeezing the skin of her husband's body to channel such heartless abdominal pain.

The foot stepped up trembling, its strength almost exhausted. Right on the seventh step, Bella felt something descend from the core of her body. “Mas, like there's liquid coming down,” whispered Bella. The two sat down, staring in the same direction. Clear liquid mixed with blood seeped down flowing up to the calf.

As fast as lightning, Mother Rosmah pressed a button near the gurney. Within five minutes, a nurse walked in with a smile.

“How, Bu?” ask him calmly.

“Sus, there's a liquid flowing down” Barat, pointing to his wife's calf.

“Ya. Let's lie down again. Let's check it again. It's likely that the water broke. Hopefully after this the opening is getting faster,” said Sister, can still be calm when the patient panics.

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“Opening five!” the nurse said, smiling.

An hour later, Bella was able to smile again amid her fatigue and pain, as doctors re-examined and confirmed her opening. Gratitude is increasingly reverberating every examination, the opening is increasing and reaching its final perfection. Bella's energy and spirit were stumbling and almost exhausted, suddenly sticking back. Mixed happiness and joy.

All of Bella's efforts and struggles are put to the test again at midnight, where people are already asleep, enjoying a cushion and starting to sail to dreamland. But not for Bella, the pregnant woman is struggling to give birth to her first son.

At exactly half an hour in the morning, Bella was transferred to the maternity room accompanied by Bara and Rosma Mother outside the room.

“Mas, this is sick,” isak Bella, moaning and teary, squeezing white sheets with the position is ready to give birth. The two legs that have given distance, make access for the doctor help the birth process of a baby into the world.

“Yes. Have patience, Mom. Soon after the baby comes out,” comfort one of the accompanying nurses.

“Mas, where are you?” again, five minutes later. Not finding Bara next to him, Bella returned to look.

“Ya Ma'am, set breathing. Breathe in, exhale. Mommy should calm down. Everything must be fine.”

“Dok, I want my husband,” Bella groans in the middle of her pain. The pregnant woman called her husband repeatedly.

Bara, who was initially restrained at the door, was finally allowed to enter after Bella whined for her husband's company.

“Yes, Bell. I'm here.” Direct running once allowed in. He immediately grabbed Bella's hands. Seeing Bella's current condition, Bara's heart rumbled. It's ticking uncontrollably. All the materials and theories learned from the guidebook of pregnant women and childbirth, vanished and disappeared. Let alone calming Bella, she now needs to be calmed.

Bella's small scream, the pregnant woman was jolted when a tear by scissors in the core of her body signaled the birth process was about to begin.

“Sickness, Mas.” Bella groans slowly.

“Ya, Baby. He'll be out soon. Your fight will end.”

Bara's eyes were already glazed over, his self-defense was about to collapse. Let alone seeing how Bella struggle pushed out their baby repeatedly. To be out of breath and great sting, but the hero Wirayudha still feels at home to survive inside.

“Push again, Honey. You can definitely.” Bara again cheered, while slowly dipping his wife's forehead. Both of their hands were holding each other. Interlinking with each other, channeling strength and love.

“Take a long breath first, Mom. Then push as much as mom can. Already seen his head,” said the doctor.

With all her might, Bella pushed back. Accompanied by the expression of love, sentences full of encouragement that came out of Bara's lips.

“Come on, definitely can.”

“Again, you can definitely. I love you, love you so much, baby,” Bara said

Those beautiful words can distract Bella's pain along with the sound of a tiny baby crying out loud suddenly as Bella's strong urge. The mother-to-be was shrieking softly. Happy voices were also heard from the doctor and his team, who were overjoyed to pull the handsome baby boy out of his hiding place for nine months.

“Oek .... oek .. oek ....”

“Congratulations Ma, baby boy. Complete!” the doctor who helps the delivery process. Hand the baby over to the pediatrician who was waiting by his side.

Bara could see clearly from where he was standing, the baby with blood-stained wrinkled skin was taken to a sink in the corner of the room. There was a small hose that was connected to the body of her tiny baby along with the cries of her champion getting firmer.

Haru ambushes a married couple who just finished their exam to move up one level. Being a father and a mother. The father and mother of a baby born from Bella's womb, both flowed blood. Wirayudha.

“Thanks, Honey. It made me a real man. Being a real daddy. I love you, Bella Cantika.

After cleaning, the naked baby is put to sleep on Bella's chest to get her mother's first hug. Touch from skin to skin. It was at this moment that the cries of the two broke. Touching their baby boy for the first time.

“Thanks, Mas. It has made me a woman who fits her nature. Being a real wife and mother. I love you too, Barata Wirayudha,” Bella said in tears, with her breathing beginning to sound regular.

“Welcome. My little hotshot ... The Real Wirayudha.” Bara said slowly. His two tears fell unstoppably. At the age of three, he got Baby Real, his first son. He really is a Wirayudha.

“The Real Wirayudha? How can you name my son by this weird name!” grumbled Bella, pissed.

“Yes, baby Real.” Bara chuckled softly.

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