Mother is Not a Night Woman
Extra Part Lebaran -- (What is a Career Solo?")
Hello, I'm Chicha, representing all the perverted citizens of the sky column say MINAL AIDIN WAL FAIDZIN APOLOGIZE BORN AND INNER.
Sorry if I have ever been khilaf and or there are words that hurt, either intentional or unintentional.
The perfection belongs to Allah. 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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A standing ovation echoed inside the room along with cheers and whistling sounds that represented praise for the adorable looks of the children. Lyla came down the stage with a vigorous run towards her mother. The elf wand in his grasp just fell off the floor of the stage.
Via spread out a hand welcoming Lyla with a sparkling face, hugging her tightly and whispering a word of congratulations in the little girl's ear. After that, Lyla hugged one by one family members who took the time to attend that day.
Unlike the others, who showed a happy expression, Shera instead looked paled with sweat slowly dripping down her temple. His face was disguised withholding something, sometimes he frowned while closing his eyes, enduring the pain centered on his stomach. But apparently no one had noticed that facial expression. All the attention was still on little Lyla. Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, Shera chose silence.
Why does the pain feel so much more intense?
Increasingly unable to resist, he glanced at the husband sitting by his side, his outstretched hand pulling the sleeves of the shirt rolled to the limit of the elbow, then whispered, “Mas ..” However, his words were stifled as he glanced at some others, not wanting to create panic.
“What's up?” Surya whispered back, he began to notice the grimacing look on Shera's face. “Why is your face pale so?”
“My stomach hurts so much.”
“What?” Surya half-screamed, making all eyes on him.
Shera's increasingly paled face made a panic atmosphere created. Mr. Gunawan stood up and approached. The laughter that had adorned the faces of some people slowly dimmed, along with the beginning of the reduced awareness of the shera due to no longer being able to withstand pain.
“What's up, Son?” ask the middle-aged man.
“She said her stomach hurt.” Surya answered immediately because Shera was no longer able to answer.
Via lowered Lyla who was still sitting on her lap, and approached Shera. “Did Mbak Shera have contractions?”
Forehead Surya shriveled at the question from Via. Panic makes him unable to think clearly, so the speech of people he can not digest well. “What is the contract?”
“That's what women go through when they're about to give birth, stupid!” chirps Wira spontaneously, making Mr. Gunawan's intimidating gaze directed at her. Realizing that, Wira poked her lips. “Sorry, Father ..”
“But isn't it time yet?” He looked at the middle-aged man he had considered to be his own father. “Shera's operation schedule is still next week,” Despite the panic, he can still remember well the date of the Caesarean operation that the wife will undergo.
Seeing Surya's panic, Mr. Gunawan tried to calm down. “Try to calm down and don't panic. Now we take Shera to the hospital. And Wira, you call Doctor Willy.”
“Good, Dad ..”
Without waiting any longer, they finally took Shera to the hospital, while Via took the mother and her two children home.
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Surya sat waiting in front of a room with his head propped up in a sign that the man was in a state of frustration. The first time experiencing a situation like this makes him who has always looked stiff and full of authority - with his character who always seemed calm. But unlike today, when he saw the pale face of Shera following the blood that stuck behind his clothes, asserting that Surya the stiff is also an ordinary man.
“Calm down, don't panic.” The applause of the Heroic spiritist landed on his shoulder.
Surya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It tries to neutralize the raging feeling that is somehow very difficult to get rid of. Luckily there were Wira and Marchel who were now sitting by his side.
“Did you guys also used to be this sweet?” surya asked without taking his eyes off the glass door in front of him.
“I don't think any husband can calm down when his wife goes through labor. Even though I'm used to this kind of thing, but still I was worried when my wife had surgery.”
Not long after, Doctor Willy walked out of the room with a faint smile, as if through that smile, he wanted to say that everything was fine. Surya got up and went straight to him.
“How's Shera?”
Doctor Willy patted Surya on the shoulder. “Shera had to be operated on immediately, he lost a lot of blood. But don't worry, everything will be fine.”
Willy's words did not necessarily make Surya calmer. He still looked very panicked, even slightly paled. “Wil, please do your best for him.”
“That's for sure.”
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An hour had passed since Shera entered the operating room. Surya awaits the birth of his first child. In contrast to the two absurd beings on his side who were even cool to talk about the application of tik tok. Yes, Wira is still very curious about what makes Marchel willing to make a Movement that for him is quite laughable just for the sake of pleasing his daughter.
“Chella was happy to experiment. He likes to do new things. The first time I was invited to play tik tok I was also confused half dead. Somehow reject it,” explained Marchel. “You know what her mother would look like if she heard her son cry, I could be hung in the bathroom.”
“Haa hanged?” The gaped hero could not believe the words of Marchel. It was Marchel to Sheila who was afraid of being hanged. “You're that scared of your wife?”
Marchel glanced at Wira with her tail, a sign of annoyance because her friend's plain brain tended to be stupid was really less able to digest code language.
“Not hung in the truest sense, stupid!” grunts Marchel. “Hanging in the bathroom is not nice. Don't tell me you've never had a solo career in the shower! It feels painful to know ..”
“Berolo career in the bathroom?” The mind travels but not in its place. “You mean singing in the bathroom?”
If it wasn't for the tense atmosphere that was going on, Marchel and Surya would have already bullied Wira all-out like they had been doing all along. Admittedly, in the midst of panic, Surya felt there was a little free entertainment from the stupidity of the Hero. That was so exciting talking about Marchel's tick-tok video, to playing soap in the bathroom.
“Bersolo career in the bathroom means spending soap foam which will eventually also make you scolded by your wife,” said Surya.
“You are not connecting. What is the relationship of a solo career in the bathroom by spending soap foam?”
Marchel finally clucked in wonder, “Now I understand Einstein's intention that the difference between genius and fool is only in genius that has its limits, while ignorance is unlimited.”
Surya nodded in agreement, while occasionally massaging his throbbing temples. Between being amused and upset by the absurd behavior of the Hero.
“So you mean I'm so stupid?” The soul starts to get emotional.
“If you're smart, you must understand what a symbiosis there is between a solo career with soap foam,” Marchel added in a relaxed tone. Now he is resting his back on the chair.
Wira glanced at Surya as if asking for an answer. But the one who was stared at only answered by shrugging his shoulders, a sign that he could not explain to Wira. While Marchel took a deep breath, then looked at Wira mockingly, he even glanced at the Wira pants, where the cactus tree was located.
“Bersolo career in the bathroom means you just dumped 300 million cells of your child in the bathroom, and for that you need the help of soap foam.” What a moral explanation that makes the brain of Wira traveling everywhere. Fortunately, Willy did not explain. Because the hero might go crazy if that pervert Willy explains.
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