Nackal Duda
The Birth-2 Process

"Honey, Abi parked the car first!" I said patiently.

In my heart I wish that everything here doesn't think I'm not an irresponsible man. I'm her husband!

"For a moment, dear. Just parking the car. You're the same, aren't you?!" the bujukku.

"No want! But Abi can't go! All because of Abi! If Abi hadn't done Tari wouldn't have been this sick!"

I saw eyes glaring back at me. Oh, dear God... Why are you being like this? Where is the calm and patient dance I know?

"Yes, Abi Temenin!" I gave the car keys to security to help park.

"Please, sir!" my door very.

"Good, Sir. Please be accompanied by his wife!" said the security who understands my situation.

I got closer to Dance. Help nurse push gurney into ER room

Unfortunately for me, Dance is back in contraction. Do you know what contraction to look for? Yup, right. My hair!

"www! Sick Baby!"

I tried to persuade Tari and win her not to yell and grab me. Yet futile.

I have to keep getting closer to Dance if I still wish I had hair.

"Istighfar, Ma'am!" Mbak Inah is constantly advising Lara.

"Take care of yourself first, dear." I said as I tried to escape. Dance continued to grab my hair as long as she was mules and only released it after the mules disappeared.

Quickly I moved away as he took off my hair. Tears coming out of my eyes so much to endure the pain and just silence can not make a sound.

Ma'am Inah gave me a seat so I could calm down more. The dance is being examined by nurses.

"How's my wife?" ask me weakly after the Dance is finished being examined.

"My wife has opened 8. We've contacted her obstetrician, it just so happens that today her doctor is there and is preparing for the process of giving birth to Mother Dance." The nurse seemed to feel sorry for my situation. "Please be patient, sir. Soon you will see your child!"

I nodded and smiled weakly. "Thank you." I replied briefly.

Dance then brought to the delivery room. Whimpering in pain he held my hand tightly. Now no longer grabbing me after I give a safe distance.

"Abi has to come! Dance doesn't want to be alone in there! Abi has to take responsibility!" he said with fear.

Why do I say that again, dear? Abi is not responsible?!

"Yes. Abi promised to accompany you!" I rubbed his sweaty forehead while kissing him lovingly. "Abi will accompany. You calm down. Breathe in and follow what the doctor tells you. You still want a lesson during pregnancy? Don't let you get tired."

Dance now listens to my every word. He nodded and seemed to control himself.

I know the mules and pain in him right now that I can't feel. All for the sake of giving birth to our beloved baby.

I also accompanied Tari into the delivery room. The doctor greeted me kindly and prepared for his task.

Inside the delivery room, Dari screamed in pain. I always remind him to be attentive and read prayers.

In between the groans of her pain, Tari chanted a prayer. Reading the short letters while holding my hand tightly.

He calmed down and listened to what the doctor told him. "Hold on Mom.... Don't push first... Hold on...."

While adjusting his breath and me next to him follow how He breathes because of reflex and want Him to follow what the doctor asked.

My body started to limp when I saw the blood. I have to be strong... Robust... Don't you faint...

What we were waiting for was present...

Oek...uk....

The sound of a loud baby cry as a sign that our efforts were successful.

"The baby's a boy, sir!" the doctor told me.

I smiled and cried full of days. "Darling! You heard, right? Our boy is! Our son is born!"

Dance smiled while crying haru. He seemed to feel no pain anymore even though the doctor was at work. Sewing his birthmark.

"You did it, baby! You're great! Mommy Great dance! Thank you, my dear! Thank you!" I showered him with a lot of kisses on his face.

Dance just nodded while crying haru. Unable to speak anymore.

"Please have this baby, ma'am. Complete all of his fingers and toes. Handsome as his papa. Initiation of early breastfeeding first yes Ma so that the baby can know his mother."

The nurse gave our baby to Dari and the tiny baby suckled straight from Tari. Her tiny lips immediately look for the source of her life and thankfully Dance can immediately breastfeed.

"Wah his mother has directly come out ASI loh. There'll be plenty of ASI." commented the nurse who took the baby back and gave it to me. "Please if you want to be arrested first, sir!"

I took my son for the first time. This kid is so handsome. It's like me.

"Sir! Please in adzani first!" repeat the nurse to me.

"Eh... Aye." Yeah."

With a trembling voice holding back the cries of my son, I began to persecute him.

Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar

Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar

Asyhadu Allaa ilaaha illa Allah

Asyhadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah

Hayya ‘alash shalaah

Hayya ‘alal falaah

Allahu akbar Allahu akbar

Laa ilaaha illa Allah

My son who was crying because he was separated from the source of his life now looks a henchman and listens to every Adhan I make.

I pray at every Adhan that my son may be a righteous son. A child who makes both parents happy. Successful children of the world and the hereafter. Aamiins.

Then my son was taken back. This time for a pediatrician's checkup and all sorts of things I don't know. Dance still seems to cry happily.

I smiled at him. He was finished apparently sewn all sorts. I held her hand with love.

"Happy Mommy Dance! Our son is so handsome!" my praise.

Dance let go of my hand and raised her hand. I was cautious but in the end I resigned if Tari wanted to grab my hair again.

"Sorry Dance, Bi!" she rubbed my hair gently and lovingly. "Definitely sick was the jambak dance? I'm so sorry, Bi.." he said with regret.

I smile. It hurts so much, I want to answer it but I hold it. "Nothing. Abi strong. The important thing is Mommy Dance finally managed to give birth with a normal process and survived without lacking any one!"

Dance smiled weakly. "Many do not lose their hair?"

I have no power not to smile. Pake was asked again. A lot of her loss. Hopefully not permanent bald. The hell was just so Abi was bald with his hair? "Lumayan ha.. he..."

Dance smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Bi. Excuse me. Abi is also the one who made Tari pregnant and giving birth! Sick knows." start blaming me again.

Huft... Fates... Fates.... It's good to keep me wronged.

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