Nackal Duda
Childbirth Process

"WELCH!" I screamed with all my might.

The shocked Mother Inah immediately came with a frightened face. "Yes, Sir!"

"Get me maternity gear in the room! I want to take Tari to the hospital!" my orders.

"Well, sir!" Ma'am Inah ran to my room, picked up the maternity kit that Tari had told her about in the room.

I helped Tari stand up but He couldn't, He still grimaced in pain. "I'm a big guy!"

I humbled my body and with all my might lifted this big pregnant mother. Dance hugged me tightly while crying. "Sick, Bi!"

"Yes.... Da... We're going to the hospital now!" kugendong Tari up to the car garage. I sat him in the back seat so he could be more free.

I was just about to stand up suddenly...

"www!" my hair was pulled tight by Dance.

"Dad!!! SAAAKIIIT!" he shouted while angry.

With her hair still in the tight patch I tried to calm her down. "Yes. Patience yes...Patience... Abi knows it must be sick." Abi also felt the pain in the face you know!

"lik! Abi never knew! It's all because of Abi!" his nag.

"Yes... Because Abi! Let go first dong Abi hair, darling!" my head is starting to feel dizzy.

Ouch... This is Ma'am Inah why so long? Can this bald my hair be pulled all the same Dance!

Dance took her hand out of my hair

"It's all Abi's fault! Dance will... AWW! IT HURTS AGAIN, BI!" I pulled my hair back with all my might.

"www! Pain dear hair Abi! How about it fall out?" my protest. This time it hurts more than before.

"Wildamah! Let Abi go bald! Abi's making Tari sick like this!" scolding while crying.

"Yes... Where does Abi know? Make it equally delicious. AWW! Don't pull it again, honey! IT'S HURTING!"

It was fortunate that Madam Inah came and became my savior.

"Oh God the Father....!" Ma'am Inah then went and entered through the door next to Tari. He also began to calm the Dance who continued to moan in pain while pulling my hair.

"Miss... Istighfar Neng's! Let his father have pity!"

"Because of him I'm sick like this, ma'am!" answer Dance.

"Neng Tari try to calm down first. Breathe in... Blow out... Istighfar Neng's... Istighfar.... "

Slowly, Tari began to listen to Mother Mother's words and removed her hand from my hair.

Quickly I stood up and...

AWW!!

My head hit the roof of the car...

Double kill's... Apes double...

I get my head out of the car, don't let Tari catch me again.

Ouch... I'm a little dizzy my head is...

Got hit by the jambak, got the roof of the car anyway... Oh Allah... Don't be cruel and give his ordeal...

While rubbing my painful head I got into the car. I saw some of my hair being pulled out by force and falling out on my shoulder.

"Is he ready?" I wear a seat belt.

"Ready.... Sick tau! Scribbles!" nagel Dance.

"Yes Dear.... Be patient." I sighed. Wrong again....

"Miss... Inget! Istighfar!" advice from Mother again.

Dance also according. He returned calm.

Wonderful!

Why if I don't feel at all, huh?

I also drove my car at full speed to the hospital where usual Tari checked the contents.

At the beginning of the journey, the streets were empty. Dance was also rather calm as it seemed like the heartburn she felt disappeared.

I started to panic.

Fear of heartburn again hit Dance.

My car is stuck in traffic. Can't go forward and can't back down. Motorcycle alone can not overtake so crowded streets.

And what I feared happened.

"Aw! Ouch... It hurts again... Abi.. Mules again! Ouch..."

Dance looks back to grimacing in pain. Sweat also poured on his forehead even though the AC had been enlarged still has no effect.

"Prophey, dear... In front of the traffic jam, I think there's a dig!" I said relax.

But instead of being calm, Tari again sensitive and even scolded me. "All because of Abi! Who told you to give birth in a hospital with a cable cut?"

Lah...

Why am I being homelinized?

Who knows who I am, who I am covered with?

It's like something's wrong.

"It's not that, honey. But-" I'm not done talking Dance's been angry again.

"Why isn't the nearest hospital from home?" scold again.

"Can't dong, honey. It's a heart hospital. Different doctor." I replied.

"www! Ouch... Mules again! Abi is absolutely awesome!"

Doengg....

Answer wrong... Not answered wrong... O Allah help Abi O Allah....

"Calm down first Neng. Save power. Neng Tari if angry continue to wear out. Tuh mengahirin need a lot of energy loh Neng. Istighfar ya Neng. Inget the same Gusti Allah. Let Neng Tari mengahirinnya made easy with Allah." Ma'am Inah is really my helper goddess. If there is no Mother Inah, my hair must have been bald pulled all by Tari.

Agas is the pending Upin Ipin...

Oh No.....

"Sick, Mom! It hurts!" keluh Dance.

"Indeed like that. Mama Neng Tari used to be like that. Giving birth with the same pain. But, later Neng Tari will have a cute baby. Yang Neng Tari has been dreaming of nine months" said Mbak Inah who wisely advised Tari.

"Dari don't have a Mama, Ma'am. Mama Tari has danced... Huaaaa...."

Well... It's even mellow.

The road ahead had already started to move a little. I'm overtaking to get through the traffic jam.

Can't hold Dance in this car for long. What about giving birth here? I also have trouble later!

"Cup..cup... Neng Tari don't say that. There is no parent who does not love their child. The struggle gave birth to hard, Neng. Just let it go. Neng Tari Istighfar continues yes. Pray for God to take away her pain and ease the process of giving birth."

Again Dance according to every word Mother Inah. Try if I talk? Nurut not even nagging!

" Astagfirullahaladzim's... Athaghfirullahaladzim apos.... Achaghfirullah..."

Dance continues istighfar. Without Dance knowing I was doing the same. Istighfar and pray in your heart. Asking God makes it easy.

The road began to open and cars began to pass through the streets that were originally jammed. I quickly called my car and turned it into a special hospital for mother and child.

I stopped my car in front of the ER. "Sir, help my wife give birth!" I asked the security ER who swiftly picked up the gurney.

I opened the passenger door and carried Tari out of the car. "Let's go!"

Dance seemed to be whimpering in pain. Pleases... Hold Dear. Any minute. Pleases...

"Ouch... Abi... Mulching.... Aww!"

I put Dance carefully over the gurney. My intention is to park the car first so that Mbak Inah will take care of it for a while.

"Where are you going? Abi can't leave! Abi has to take responsibility!"

I fell silent and looked around me. Everyone looked at me like I was a hit-and-run, not a car park.

Huft...

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