My Match in the Hands of Duda Somplak
92 . THE STRUGGLE TO BECOME A MOTHER

Until five o'clock in the morning, his angry face was increasingly visible. His stomach did not hurt, but a feeling of uneasiness continued to be present accompanying him.

Feeling himself not wetting his bed then in his heart He kept wondering, who wet his negligee until translucent in the bed what water?.

He also rushed to clean the body and after that will clean the sheets affected by the water discussion.

While Adi who heard the sound of water gurgling, immediately opened his eyes.

"Darling, what are you doing!" Adi shouted behind the door to find out what his wife was doing.

She who listened to her husband who was outside finally acknowledged, because of the position He was now rubbing his body with soap.

"Mandi By! I think I'm wetting the bed." Answer him in the bathroom.

Adi breathed a sigh of relief, and the plan he would contact the mother, to accompany his wife at home.

She had come out of the bathroom, and she was looking for her husband, but was not seen around the room. Finally He decided to look for him below and quickly out of the room and rushed down the stairs one by one.

Arriving in the living room he searched all corners of the room. She looked at her husband from the outside door with her hand holding a cell phone.

Adi saw him at the end of the room, making him immediately comment on such a charming smile.

"Darling, you smell so good." Adi seduces Beautiful with a speech.

"Yes, it's obviously fragrant, people have taken a shower." Answer him flat.

Cc ... Ck.

Adi screeched because that's what if Adi was praising or flirting, instead of being provoked even He looks indifferent.

"Where from?" ask her husband.

Adi fell silent because he did not want to be angry by his wife for secretly contacting Ms. Rosmah.

"Ah, that was a phone call from Haikal." Adi replied lying.

"Oh." That's all that came out of his mouth.

"Dear you are sick?" Adi turned around to ask because he saw the very pale.

"My stomach feels great, did I catch a cold." She answered her husband.

"De," call Adi.

"Why." Answer Him.

"We should go to the hospital, yes" said Adi gave advice.

"Later if my stomach doesn't hurt, I will." Answer him with breath.

"Yes already."

Adi felt unsettled because he saw his wife's face getting pale.

Adi melengos left Him who is still pecking in the family room. While Adi went to the kitchen to make a breakfast menu for him and his wife.

He who is now in the garden, watering the flowers in the backyard. Suddenly he felt a pain in his stomach 'heartburn' like a BAB person.

"Why is my stomach?" he said he who speaks for himself.

"Eh, how's it gone again." He said again.

But over time the taste of heartburn is increasingly irregular.

That was 30 minutes, now it turns into 15 minutes. Then the distance was getting closer, the range of 10 minutes he felt now.

"Do I want to be born? the KIA book. HPL I'm still two days away.

HPL it stands for (approximate day of birth) yes gaes.

For a while he was still able to endure the pain in his stomach.

Yet two hours had passed the sense of it getting more and more irregular, and now it was five minutes. The feeling suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared.

While Adi was upset because his wife did not want to go down to the hospital, and now he is waiting for the arrival of Mak Ita and Miss Rosmah.

In the kitchen Adi has made breakfast and intends to call his wife who is in the yard.

As soon as he reached the middle of the door, Adi saw Him who was walking while holding his distended stomach.

"Yes, By. My waist hurts" said the man who is now in the arms of his husband.

Seeing his wife in pain, there was pain that was felt by Adi.

Make it so delicious, but if you see Him feel pain like this. Feel the pain of all my teeth, murmured Adi in the heart.

"Mother's same Mom, in a moment until you hold it." Adi said as he stroked his wife's back and tried to calm her down, even though he had to get angry.

"You are what the hell, sick people are even told to hold it!" She was upset because of the pain that became even her husband told her to hold back, what she thought people giving birth could be held. It's like people pooping.

Huaaa..

She screamed in pain, and it made Adi become confused.

"Mak, sick!" he shouted again, because for now he was no longer able to withstand the tremendous pain in the back, abdomen, and in the sensitive area.

Just as he shouted, Mak and his in-laws were approaching the two of them in the back garden. With a hasty move the two middle-aged men approached Him and Adi.

"De, do you want to give birth?" mak Ita asked with a gasp of breath as a result of running.

"Yes Di, it looks like your wife is about to give birth." Miss Rosmah chimed in and said to Adi.

"I don't know Mom, who felt Him. Then why do you ask me," said Adi with his stupid look.

"Hye, Stop. Why are you fighting!" gertak Mak Ita because he was careless to see the behavior of the mother and child.

All was silent, and the situation became silent.

"Now get the car ready, and we'll go to the hospital right away." Mak Ita immediately told her daughter-in-law to quickly prepare the car, so that she could immediately go under to the hospital.

All scattering and forgetting the figure of Him who is still sculpting.

While in the car the three of them were silent because they felt that someone was missing.

HE IS!

All called out the name 'She' because the three of them forgot Adi's wife who was feeling a contraction.

Finally the three of them got out of the car and immediately approached Him who was in the back garden.

"Sorry baby I forgot" said Adi and immediately carried his wife out and headed to the car.

In the car.

"You guys really have a heart, forget about me!" exclaim Him with pain.

Aaaa..

"Mak, sick!" He kept screaming in the car.

"Honey, deep breath dance. Then take it out slowly," said Mak Ita strengthen the child.

Hu.

Hu.

Hu.

"sick." He cried out in pain, making everyone in the car scream.

Aaaa.

"It hurts!"

Ms. Rosma was no less loud in shouting, and it made Mak Ita dizzy.

"Besan, who wants the birth is my son. Why did Bu besan yell," said Mak Ita.

Aaaa.

"Sick stupid!" Ms. Rosmah instead shouted and cursed.

"Mak! Look at your son's behavior" said Ms. Rosmah again.

While Mak Ita, who saw only able to swallow saliva, because if he who is in his position can be sure his mouth can not stop not to scream.