My Boss Samuel's
126. Contractions

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Nine months of pregnancy is the hardest. I get more sensitive, irritable and also easily tired. Even Sam reduced his time at the office and asked Aroon to take over his job for a while. She was now home more often and chose to accompany me.

According to Doctor Lala, the estimated day of my birth is about five days away. The closer the time the doctor mentioned, the more nervous I became. And of course Sam is also more alert, if I scream a little he must be immediately anxious and panicked.

I further reduce my activities at home, I increase the number of yoga exercises recommended by Dr. Lala to facilitate the delivery process. All the activities I used to do, they're now being taken over by Sam. Even since he was always at home, the routine to bathe the cat and clean the cage was also willing to do Sam.

In fact, in fact it is Raffael's job every Sunday. I don't know, it looks like Sam's getting diligent.

I was helping Auntie cut the vegetables when I suddenly felt a stomach ache, a lot of pain and mules.

“Aaaww.” I grimaced while holding my stomach.

The aunt who was cooking immediately turned off the stove and approached me. “Why, Mom?”

“Sickness, Bi, my stomach.” I went back grimacing. “Padalat this is not the time but this pain seems like I want to give birth.” Sweat began to wash over my forehead.

“Yes, Mom, the water has broken.” Said Aunt who suddenly panicked.

“Sam!” I immediately shouted to my husband for sure.

“Father Sam, Mother Adelia wants to give birth.” Aunt helped me stand up.

Sam immediately came as soon as I yelled to him, he looked down and I was sure Sam must have seen the water flowing from my feet. He approached me with a panicked face.

“Why?” Sam asked as he held onto my body and told Auntie to contact Mama first.

“R-hospital.” Sam's forehead seemed wrinkled when he heard the word Hospital. “Hospital, Sam! I want to give birth!”

Sam looked startled, he looked at my feet again who had since continued to emit a clear liquid, not much, but seemed to seep at my feet.

“T-but doctor Lala said ..”

“Take the equipment I have prepared!” My orders are quick while trying to regulate my breathing. I don't have time to explain to Sam, because right now my stomach is hurting.

“Oke.” Sam immediately stepped into the living room.

“Sam! In room! What are you doing there?”

“Heh?!” Sam turned and immediately turned towards the room.

I know, Sam must be freaking out just as panicked as I am. But I hope she can be much calmer than I am, I have prepared my maternity kit since two days ago in the room. Sam came back from the room with the bag I had prepared, his wallet and his car keys.

“Ayo.” Sam immediately ran towards the kitchen side door that was connected to the car garage with the bag.

“Sam! Geez!” I screamed from the kitchen.

Sam came back inside running towards me. What the hell is he doing? He could have left me in this kitchen. If I still had the energy, I would have hit his head.

“Ayo.” Said Sam. He helped me walk into the garage, opened the car door and helped me in.

“Side you are not there?” Sam asked back.

“Not there!” I closed my eyes while trying to catch my breath. Sam really wants to make my energy run out here.

Sam was looking for the bag he was carrying.

“Sam, don't panic.” Saying later.

“Iya.” His answer was short, but still his panicked face could not be hidden.

Perhaps what was on his mind right now was how to not panic? This is new to both of us, my first birth. Of course, we both panicked.

“Pak, this is the bag?” Aunt picked up a bag from a garbage can near the garage.

“Iya that's her bag. Yes, siaal ... How could the bag be there.” Sam grumbled as he threw the bag back into the car.

“Why did you throw away the bag, Sam?” I looked at Sam while grimacing with the pain that had been attacking my stomach.

“I didn't throw the bag in the trash, Del. I threw it in the car.”

I didn't intend to talk anymore, I closed my eyes and waited for Sam to drive the car. But it's been a few seconds my eyes closed, Sam hasn't even started his car. I opened my eyes again and glanced at Sam who was currently confused like he was looking for something.

“Wait another? Let's go!” I said half screaming.

“Wait!” Sam got out of the car and looked around.

“You why the hell? I can give birth here!” I screamed loudly from inside the car.

“Which car keys?” Sam asked while looking at me. “So I've had a car, but I forgot which car.”

“Jeez, kampreeet!” I screamed. I had to step out of the car again and limp. There are five cars in this garage and maybe Sam forgot which car he had turned on. “Aibi!”

Auntie immediately ran to me. “Why, Mom?”

“Where is this car key?” I pointed at the car in front of us.

“Loh, that's in your hand instead of the car key?”

Sam and I looked at his hand, where the keys were. I looked at Sam with a breath of breath, I immediately opened the car door and closed the door again hard when I was sitting inside.

“Wait for what else!” I shouted furiously as Sam was still standing staring at the car keys he had in his hand.

Should he be that thick in an emergency like this??

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TO BE CONTINUED....