Not Ordinary Love (Vampire Love Story)
The Birth of Si Jabang Baby

I felt like I had just closed my eyes when a voice sounded. He told me to get up and open my eyes. A voice I never heard. A voice that just sounded beautiful. Speak gently lovingly.

“Wake up, it's time,” that's all he-no-who said.

I thought, though I felt like I just wanted to start meditating. I slowly opened my eyelids. I'm still in my room, sitting tight like I was, maybe a minute ago. But, I feel my body is heavier than I remember.

My hands that were originally clung to my chest I let go, touching the protruding part of my body to the front. My stomach is growing like nine months pregnant? All of a sudden my body was sweating, my stomach was hurting and the pain wasn't playing.

“Sayang?” I call my husband, huh, where is he? Didn't I tell him to sleep outside.

I'm trying to get up. Straighten the legs first. It felt stiff, and I had not been sitting for long. While propping up my big belly, I limped towards the bed. What I feel now,exactly the story of the –mau people giving birth really?

I saw my husband come in a hurry from the bathroom, his hair was still wet. She threw her little towel on the floor, walked up to me,

“You're awake? How do you feel, baby?” tanyanya.

“Sick Mas,” I replied. That's exactly how I feel.

“We're in the hospital now,” Sakti is holding me, taking me down the stairs.

“Pak,Pak Noto !” he called our family driver.

Mr. Noto came from the back door. Not uniformed. Just wearing training pants and a sarong cloth around his neck. His face was like someone just woke up. What time is this?

“What's Young Master?” ask Mr. Noto

“Prepare car Sir,we're going to the hospital now,”

Mr. Noto looks confused,”Good Sir,” he replied without asking.

I was still in my husband's arms waiting for the car to be driven, I saw a worried look on his face that looked a bit wrinkled, but still handsome as usual.” Honey, I'm still strong, you can get me down,” I said.

“You have 40 days no eating, no drinking, I do not want you why-napa.” he replied

Whahuh? 40 days? so all that time I meditated? And I'll give birth at the age of 40 days? I can only silently digest what Sakti said. Before long the sound of cars was heard. Mr. Noto got down and helped open the door. Sakti lowered me slowly in the back seat, then entered the car.

“Bi told Mama,Papa,” he told Aunt the waiter who came out because of worry-maybe. Ah, come on, why can't I read people's minds anymore.

Cars drove through the darkness of the night. deserted, no other car passed by. Only one or two of these are rare. We arrived at the nearest hospital. The nurse took me to the ER room to be examined.

“Mommy wants to give birth,” said a nurse. Right, I'm giving birth. Although somewhat surprised, I must be ready.

I was taken to the delivery room. The nurse helped me change clothes. Because I'm still wearing a syar’i shirt. Right, who brought you a change of clothes? When I change my veil, I shouldn't be surprised if my hair goes back to how it used to be. Am I a normal human now?

Pain. My stomach hurts again. I walked with the nurse. Get back to bed. Sakti was already standing waiting for me at the edge of the bed, his face pale, sweating.

He held my hand, kissed her many times, smiled. “I deg degan,”ucapnya.

I can only smile hearing it. He looks nervous. That's natural. I observed the sisters passing by preparing the equipment.”who buys baby clothes?” much

I couldn't answer anymore, because I felt my baby pushing out. Sakti called the nurse, a female doctor also came closer. He just came. The activity occurs in the next delivery room. Because tonight, I'm going to be the perfect woman.

I fought with all my might. Balance the impulse of the baby to be born. Risking lives. Sakti kissed my forehead, wiping the sweat off my forehead. Though his own sweat flowed in the temple and he let.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa,” my last moaning sound along with the sound of my baby crying. Beautiful shrill echo in the room. I was happy until tears. So did my husband. Her lips twitched, looking at me tearfully. “Our son,” he said haru.

Sakti looked at the Doctor who was frozen still, astonished. I don't know what he saw.

“Male or female Doc?” tanya Sakti's.

“Male Sir, congratulations, but” the Doctor's remark stopped. Makes the happy mood tense again

“Why Doc?” tanyaku”Our son is fine right? Perfect right Doc?” I don't know why I was worried that my baby was abnormal, considering my unnatural pregnancy.

The doctor was silent. Walk slowly by holding the simungil that glows in his arms. My baby's body is glowing. The doctor put the baby in my chest. I could see her blue hair. He squirms in my arms. Cute lips looking for put*ng milk. Ah, sweetness.

A small sounding later. I laughed until I cried. Happy crying. I watched her shining face, she was not like a baby in general, my baby was special with her blue hair. I wish he was a human being, growing up and growing up like any other child.

In my short meditation, I have exchanged my privilege as a goddess with human life for my son.

The doctor picked up my little baby. Wear her clothes and wrap her in a blanket.

“Please diadzani first Mr. son,” Doctor said to my husband.

Sakti received our baby with trembling hands. I grimaced, afraid he dropped the squirming little guy. I heard Sakti chanting the sound of the Adhan in our son's right ear. Her voice is beautiful. From whom he learned such a wonderful adhan.

We've been transferred to the ward. Me and my baby. Mama and Papa came after his grandson was born. They both look happy. Mama cuddles her first grandchild, while Papa just smiles while saying “Goodoo Opa, handsome rich Opanya,”

“Ya looks like me dong Pa, I'm his father,” selap Sakti. I can hardly believe it, he can talk that close to Papa. There are many things I miss during meditation.

“Is the color of his eyes can be blue like this? his hair too, ah handsome my grandson,” said Mama.

“What's the name?” ask Mama

“Krisna Dirgantara” says Sakti

“Why is there no name Wijaya, this is my grandson?” Papa protest.

“Instantiation dong Pa, I'm his father,” answered Sakti overflowing.

Papa screeches. But silent, do not force to include the surname of the Wijaya in the name of our son.

I stared at the closeness of my husband and my parents.They cradled and greeted Krishna alternately, more precisely Sakti and Papa scramble. Aih, they are these.

This is all like a dream. I have a husband of a clan of hunters. Have a special son, a family that supports and loves each other. I am no longer a goddess.