RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 72

I shook my head while shaking the back of my negligee. "But my negligee is wet.. "

The Syafrie hand reflex raised my negligee up. " She. daarah...! " he said with a trembling voice.

Instantly at dawn in the house mama turned into a scene by the sound of Syafrie screaming woke up all the residents of the house.

Yeah.god........

Syafrie is not the usual Syafrie. He's like a dazed man. Even his words last night that intended to give me a surprise he had forgotten where he was.

Let alone giving a surprise, he was just like an insane person. His face was pale as if he had no blood. His mouth comat - kamit uttered a dhikr. Empty look. He really lost his sanity. Lela snapped at him because she was losing focus. How not, he went back and forth looking for the car keys, but since then he has been holding the object in his hand.

Even when my mother ordered to take a suitcase containing equipment myself and our future baby who had been prepared by my mother and placed under the mattress, instead of the suitcase she brought, she said, instead he came out with Fadil still sleeping. Gee whiz... Syafrie...!

I patted my head because I was upset by Syafrie's behavior.

So he got angry with my brothers.

However, in between my pain, my eyes were never separated from Syafrie. I don't know what happened to her since she told Fadil's father that I was going to give birth, she immediately turned paranoid.

I don't know what Syafrie went through eleven years ago. But after giving birth later, I will definitely find out the reason why Syafrie behaved so.

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I can't remember how much pain Syafrie had inflicted on me in the past that I could forget the terrible pain of going into labor.

But after feeling for yourself how much pain you experienced during childbirth, then I pray in my heart if you give birth later, I will bow down to my mother for forgiveness for all my sins and mistakes. From now on I promise to always be respectful and devoted to my mother, always the woman who has given me birth to this world.

My eyes are puffy because they always cry every time an opening wave comes. It hurts so much my stomach that my waist feels like it's about to break. Every time the baby moves, I scream in pain.

It's sad that my heart feels, considering how much I've been cruel to my mom. That woman thirty years ago felt the same pain that I am currently in. I'm sure he won't forget the pain either.

If God still gives me a chance, I am determined to atone for all my sins. Let me just feel how painful the natural process is for a woman today. But I swear to God, I will bow down for mercy to my mother and kiss her feet. Ask for forgiveness for all my mistakes and mistakes during this time. I will no longer let my mother suffer and suffer in her old age.

" Sister.I ask for help to call my husband. Please tell me he's in front." I told the nurse who checked my baby's birth canal.

It's nothing, I'm furious with Syafrie. I have been groaning in pain but since then the Syafrie who holds the title of my husband did not always show the trunk of his nose. Though I, his wife is struggling between life and death, but at times like this he just disappeared without knowing where.

Both my brothers came in. " Do you need anything, Asthma? " ask Brother Lela. While Darre's brother was standing at the end of the bed under my feet.

" Yes, but I just want Syafrie, brother. Let me know what it's like to have a husband waiting for his wife in childbirth. So let me remember what the moment was.

My sister smiled. " Yes, that's it. But there is no Shafri. Maybe it was in mushola. Now it's ashar time, deck." said Kak Lela. I glanced at the wall clock in the room. Also true. It's 15:30 now. Soon, I heard the voice of the prayer from the Mushala in this hospital. Azhar time has come. So it can be ascertained if the man must be entrenched in mushola.

I let out a breath. So it's been almost ten hours that I've had contractions. The good news is, I'm still in the opening seven. From the first moment I arrived, my opening was moving slowly. From level five and now it had been almost ten hours only reaching number three. And the severity of various negative thoughts began to haunt my mind.

Honestly, I'm afraid of death. I was also afraid of not being given the opportunity to ask forgiveness from my mother and my brothers for all my sins. I'm afraid Syafrie is not sincere about all my outrageous attitudes towards her. All of that haunted my mind to make me more stressed and scared.

The feeling of guilt just got bigger haunting my mind especially when reading the incoming chat in the phone Syafrie from Kak Mansyah.

" There has been no progress, too, said Shaf. Who knows if he is the same quality as you. He has sinned a lot on you and on all of us.Mom. Perhaps this is God's rebuke to the heart of the stone. All this time we also know, Asthma's attitude to you has been very outrageous. Who knows, that way, Asthma becomes easy for the body."

Chat from Kak Mansyah really bothers me. I really am that bad. Is it true that right now I am being tormented by all my outrageous attitudes towards everyone. However, it should also brother Mansyah do not have to say that. Didn't know he. read the chat from him made my mood worse and more add to the burden of my mind. There is no ahklak...

If only I still had the strength, then it would definitely be out my devilish breakfast oath to the man who holds the title of my dear brother.

But..have it been.forget over my evil brother. Now my eyes were on the man who was walking into my room. Who else if not the one with the tadpole in my stomach.

" My dear wife said she was looking for me? What was? "

I snorted in annoyance. Stare at him fiercely. " Yes, I'm looking for my husband. If you feel married to a woman named Asmawati Basrie then surely you are my husband, if you do not feel, the door is there." I wrote.

It's amazing that Asthma. In this situation still comes out also the tongue whisper. ckckck....

However, Syafrie does not care about my babble. He took a seat on the side of my bed.

" Don't be angry, baby. I prayed ashar first. I pray for the salvation of you and our baby in your belly."

I gawked away the annoyed face.

" I elucidated her waist, huh.? " he changed my position until now to back him. His hands moved rubbing - rubbing my back then down to the waist. He rubbed my waist gently. The pain in my waist is a little less.

" Syafrie. Look, Syaf, this is your son too, not just my son. You've planted your tadpole in here, so you have to take responsibility as well. Not just me." my long-winded tirade was like a string firecracker on the owner of a handsome face with brown skin. Fadil's father was shocked to hear my words.

" A. I don't mean to avoid you, Asthma. I just can't stand to see you in pain. " The man with the title of my husband hugged me and clasped my finger tightly. Then he landed his lips on my nape that was open without the hijab. Wrap my hair up and tie it with a rubber band. " How about a cesarean, honey? "

I turned my head quickly with glaring eyes. " Ndak.. "

" One time I said no, yes no, Shaf.. I don't want to, yeah. Later people say I'm an imperfect mother because giving birth does not go through the womb. "my answer made Syafrie look at me in disbelief.

" God... Who would dare say that, baby? That's obviously a wrong thought, my wife. What determines you to be perfect is not how you give birth to your child, but how you care for, nurture and educate our children. Love, care for and raise them with all your heart. "

" But, Syaf.. Fadil wasn't big in my upbringing. Do you think I can be called a perfect mother? "

" Don't get me wrong, that's not what I mean... "

" Ohhh..sick, Shaf....! " I went back to complaining of pain to Syafrie when the opening wave hit again. It hurt so much that my stomach and waist were cut off. The pain was unbearable until the rupture of the veins of my neck.

Syafrie panicked at my situation. His face was pale. He ran screaming for the sisters and my brothers.

Opening two. getting closer. Sister asked me to be patient and pray a lot. Because they think they only have a moment left to wait for the moment - the moment of labor because my opening is getting closer to the door of my son's birth.

Time passed. Syafrie had a moment to pray while I was awaited by Kak Lela and Kak Darre. Now the father of my son has returned here to accompany me who is unceasingly crying because of the increasingly intense pain whack. My face is getting pale. Syafrie unceasingly persuaded me to make a cesarean because she was getting more anxious to see my condition getting weaker.

Level one.

" Hold, mom. Don't push yet." When the nurse saw me push.

" It feels like it's on the edge, though.. Maud. Like someone's coming out." I said. I was feeling half conscious. The pain I was unable to describe made me even more unable to speak.

The pain travels up to the bone marrow. I swear after this, that I no longer want to ask God to take my life away. Because it turns out to be very sick when facing the saccharatul of death. I don't know, right now maybe my feet are in heaven or hell.

To be sure after this, I promise that I will be diligent to worship and pray five times without any more holes. Will be devoted to my mother, and promise to obey and obey Syafrie as my husband.

" Remember yes, ma'am. Don't push. If the mother pushes later her cervix will be swollen. It will slow down the mother's labor. I don't want to, do you? "

" Ashma, let's pray, think of God and pray together!" invite Syafrie with a trembling voice. His hands also shook and his hands were wet.

I nodded obediently. I was so scared, Syafrie was even more scared...

I feel pain and torment. Syafrie was even more tormented....

Everything was clearly painted on Syafrie's face which was now pale like a corpse.

Twenty-four hours of fighting with pain made me finally give up. I'm losing. I ran out of energy and could not fight anymore. This pain made me unable to move any longer even to raise my hand. This made Syafrie even more frightened.

Soon the doctor who was going to be in charge of helping me get into this room. I had heard the talk of the doctor who reprimanded the caretaker until I made my condition like this.

Afterwards, I saw the nurse rushing to attach the infusion in my arm.

Miraculously..! It was like I was getting extra energy. The doctor then checked my opening position and said that my opening was almost perfect.

Hearing that, there was a little bit of spirit in my heart to fight a little more so that this baby in my stomach could soon see this world.

" Dok, excuse me for a second. "I want to pee, I said to the doctor who was next to me. I'm a little embarrassed to say it. But what can I do, the push under my stomach feels it has filled my bladder.

" Want to pee? just pee here, ma'am. No papa, just pee. Don't hold it."

Oh. . That's right, doctor! How can I pee in the middle of several pairs of eyes that from earlier their eyes are always on me.... I'm of course embarrassed...

" But, it's been peed, doc. And I can't pee here." My voice almost cried.

The doctor peeked at my baby's exit and said. " That's how it is, Mom. Patience, mom. A little more." he said with a smile on his face. " Sir, come on sir. His wife was encouraged. Let's face the delivery. Come on ready - ready..! Dedek the baby's coming out.

There's nothing I can do right now but fight to get the baby out that's at the door. As for Syafrie, the man simply fell silent like a lifeless stone statue. In fact, my mother and all my brothers have assigned Syafrie to accompany me when facing childbirth. However, what happened was that the man had to let things down because he was completely useless.

The doctor was standing right under my feet. " The opening is perfect, ma'am. Come.. once cringe according to my aba - aba. Come on. one two... three. , ma'am...! Push..!"

I held Syafrie's hand and started to push as hard as I could. Subhanallah. If anyone says that the pain of childbirth is like that of a person who has broken his bones, then that is true. That is why we are forbidden to disobey a mother.

My hands were trembling withstanding the terrible pain. But not only did I feel, I also felt Syafrie's body tense and trembling.

My struggle finally has fruit. After twice straining, it slid out of my womb, a tiny creature of life. I stared in disbelief at the miracle of God that had happened to me before the cry of the baby broke so loud it welcomed the world.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God I finally gave birth, and I lived...And God still gives me a chance to feel what it's like to be a mother. I swear that I will take care of and care for my baby with all my heart as a mother as Syafrie has always wanted.

" The baby is a woman, sir. Later after bathing and wearing clothes, his father can be azankan, well ... Sir!.. Sir.. loh... Sir! Ma.... How is this? Father fainted.......

Gee whiz.... SYAFRIE......

Just be ashamed......!!!