Nackal Duda
Boncap: A Repeated Old Story (End)

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"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim!"

"That's great, Bi! Do you want to fight on the battlefield?" the dance that now seems to be not contracting. If the boro-boro contraction speaks in a flat tone, my hands do not pry my hair already profit.

"Yes... It's jihad!" I stick the card to the toll entrance. Anyway this time there is no term diomelin because it stuck!

"Isa... I won't be snapping! I had the experience of giving birth once! I know step by step. Just calm. Abi don't worry."

It calms me! Forgot that before leaving for the hospital I was caught in front of Wira?

But I am damning myself to this frustration. Don't vaporize. It's nothing, danger. Can be angry impromptu, kayak tofu round fried impromptu five hundred tasty oy...

"Bi!" this is code.

"M." I replied short. In my heart I kept praying. May my hair be safe this time.

"LADIES!" started to rise her blood.

"Yes. What the hell? I'm focusing on driving!" my reply. I'm lyrically from the rearview mirror, he was seen biting his lower lip in pain. Ready, Gas. The trials of life begin. Bismillah...

"Sick, Bi!"

My arm was suddenly reverberated by Dance. "Darling, I'm driving! The danger!"

"Sick, Bi! It hurts!" the tighter he squeezed my arm, his nails started to stick. Whoa... Don't tell me this time he's gonna scratch me. O Allah. help Abi O Allah...

"Istighfar, Honey! Astaghfirullahaladzim." I followed what Mbak Inah did first. Distracting his mind so that his fingernails do not continue to stick in my arm.

"Astaghfirullah!" Dance followed what I did. Slowly his fingernails began to lift up from my arms.

"Breathe... Blow out... You need to calm down... You can't panic!" again I follow what Mother did first.

"Silent... Calm down?! Don't you know how cool I am right now?!" I'll have to scold again. Started his life trials.

I choose silence. We're still on toll road. Will soon be out in the city and reach the hospital. It won't take long. Patience, Gas... Patience...

Like a scene in a horror movie, my arm is holding back. I'm gonna throw it, no way. There will be more severe punishment later.

The hand that was holding my arm started to stick its sharp nails back. Makes my arms feel pain and soreness at the same time. Then the grip began to tighten, making me endure the pain as much as possible.

Oh Allah... Thank You for granting my prayer not to be taken again... But don't scratch it too dong... Pleases... Don't finish giving birth to me like a wolf attack, scratches everywhere... Pleases...

"Oh my God, Bi! Is this rembes? How wet? How did I pee Bi? Is my membranes broken?!"

Oh Allah... Not over my ordeal!

Lara's membranes ruptured? How's dong?

I who was calm even though he had clawed his hand now began to panic. I stepped on the gas pedal even deeper, anyway I have to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

"How's bi? Ouch... I mules Bi! I think I'm gonna get out here!"

Huh huh? Want to grieve now? Oh my God, please, just in the hospital!

"Bie... Ow hell! Astaghfirullah..."

"Hold Baby! We're out Toll. One more turn we're up!" I said cheering. I overtake the car in front of me, I call it like a racer who has his own racing area.

"No way, Bi. It's coming out! Argghh.... Oh Allah... Bismilbornrahmanirrahim!" tears have washed the face of Dance. The sweat was pouring even though the car AC had been tightened.

"Propay Honey! Any minute!" I rubbed the belly of the distended Tari while inviting my son to negotiate. May this way be effective. "Dear, soon, son. Later you will meet Abi directly not Abi doang's sister. Be patient, son... Again!"

"Pig! It's even more mules! Not nenangin even make it more complicated!" nagel Dance.

Patience Gas... Patience...

"Yes... Sorry Darling! Patience yes! It's in front of the hospital!" there is hope.there is hope.this time it will also succeed like giving birth to a Hero.

"No way, Bi. Oh Allah... Abi... His head is coming out!" dance is panicking.

I arrived at the hospital too. Immediately I stopped in front of the ER and shouted at the security guard.

"MY WIFE HAS GIVEN BIRTH! THE BABY'S HEAD IS COMING OUT! CALL DOCTOR!" I shouted with full energy.

Security who was originally a bit sleepy immediately ran to pick up the gurney and called the doctor on duty.

I opened the car door and found that Dari was breathing. It looks like my car carpet is wet with water broken.

May both of them be well! Protect them, O Allah...

"Bi! Going out! Bi please!"

Just put it in the cage, Dance whose hand was still on my back was in pain again. "Astaghfiullah! Bismilbornrahmanirrahim!"

Awwwwws....

I felt a pain in my back, but I could stand it. Patience Gas... Must strong!

While remaining clawed at the back, I followed the gurney that was pushed into the ER. Dance was immediately taken to the birthing room.

He could not keep hugging me while sticking his nails are not too long but when stuck into the skin feels very hot. Just getting to the birthing room, the baby's voice was already heard.

Oek.. oek...

"Oh, he was born first. Thank God giving birth is not in the street." said Midwife who checked.

Dance like feeling relieved and plong when the mules are gone. The doctor came and did his job.

"Congratulations Sir... Ma'am... Daughter of the Father."

"Alhamdulillah!" I said as I hugged Tari tighter. Dance rubbed my back and the pain regained my grip. Gas Resistant... Hold an... The moment is not right if you want to scream now... Hold an...

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2 Years Later

"Please her brother facing the camera, don't go to her big sister model!" said the photographer who had been upset with Wira's behavior since.

The boy is becoming more and more of a centile. Photo events for family frames become messy because of the action. Carmen got bored and threw away the bando she was wearing.

"Pig! His son please dong arranged! The time of our photo shoot failed! His eyes were loh since then looking at the model who was still shooting continuously! Mommy is embarrassed! Where are the models wearing clothes lacking all the materials anymore!" namel Dance to me.

Huft... I can what? The fat and handsome boy who is super centile has since continued to tease the model who is taking pictures. He is not focused at all.

"Wira! Abi will not take a walk to Monas loh!" my threat.

"Wira doesn't want to. Bosn!" this kid is starting to talk.

"Do you think Abi lives in this studio?" my threat.

"Mommy! Hua..... " The hero asked Tari to defend him.

"Abi ah! Even make a mess. Uda... Cup.cup... Smart kid. We take a photo first. Later photos Wira, Mommy display in the living room. At Oma's house too." persuade Dance.

"In the room of the hero too?" The woman began to stop crying.

"certain. In the room of the Hero, too."

"At the cafe too?" ask the hero again.

"At the cafe? Make what?" tanya Tari while frowning her forehead.

"Let the famous hero kayak Abi! Can you Mommy?"

Tari looked at her breathing. "Can. Come face forward and the Hero smiles!" Dance wiped the tears of Wira who now no longer cries.

"Pig! Let's photos! Don't buy the kayak model that Wira did!" nagel Dance.

"Yes... Yeah..."

"Basic Abi Nackal!" cibir Hero.

"You're a perverted leak!" my reply.

"Abiiii! Doain's son is like that!"

"Astaghfiullah!"

O Allah.. Don't get drugged, pleaseee...

"Ready huh! 1... 2.... 3... Smile... Cheese...."

Checkered

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