Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter 195 Birth
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Keenan and Riska had just finished their dinner, as the phones on the living room table rang.
"Let me take it" Riska said, rising from the chair, and walking towards the living room, before even receiving an answer from her husband.
"Mama," Riska said, holding out Keenan's phone that was still ringing.
Without any suspicions or bad thoughts whatsoever, Keenan instantly shifted the green-colored icon on his phone screen.
"What's up, Mah?" asked Keenan, after previously saying his regards.
"Ken, you're not papa? Gino said you're not feeling well?" ask Nawang, from across the street.
"It's okay, Mah. This morning was a bit dizzy, so I couldn't go to the office. But now I'm okay, okay. What's up, Mah?" said Keenan, as well as asking again.
Nawang breathed a sigh of relief, upon hearing the reply from his son. He just regained consciousness to call Keenan, and asked about his condition, after a long time in the hospital.
"Thank God then. Now you can come to the hospital, right?" ask Nawang.
Keenan, frowning at Nawang's question, felt already unsettled as soon as he heard the word hospital.
"Hospital? Who's sick, Mah?" ask Keenan.
Riska who was cleaning the dining table, immediately stopped her work and chose to listen to her husband's conversation, as soon as she heard the word.
"Nindi wants to give birth, if you can, please come to the hospital, yes, Ken," said Nawang.
"Huh?! Since when? How come no one told me?" asked Keenan, so surprised.
"Why?" ask Riska, without a sound.
"Sir Nindi wants to give birth," Keenan replied without a voice.
Riska widened her eyes, she immediately rushed to clear her work, upon hearing the news. Keenan was still talking to Nawang on the phone.
"You get ready first, let me wash this," said Keenan, taking over the dishes that Riska was washing.
Since living in the apartment together with Riska, she has often helped Riska do homework.
Therefore, after he ended his phone call with Nawang, Keenan immediately approached Riska who was washing dishes.
He knows enough of his wife's habit of never leaving the house in a mess, or there is still homework that has not been cleaned up.
"But, Bang-" Riska's unfinished remark was instantly cut by Keenan.
"There you are ready" said Keenan, pushing his wife.
"Yes-yes, don't push too dong." Riska whined in annoyance.
Cup.
One kiss Keenan gave on his wife's forehead while chuckling, finding the annoyed face of his wife, who was washing her hands full of dish soap.
"Abang! Habit yes," said Riska while keeping her forehead away and looking at Keenan's face.
"Who told you, your face is gnarled if you are so nervous," replied keenan, while continuing to wash the dishes that he had taken from Riska.
"Reason, you chance-stealer" Riska murmured as she stepped away from her husband.
"Stole opportunity with your own wife is halal, baby!" yelled Keenan, who still heard Riska muttering.
Riska did not answer anymore, she continued her steps without looking back. The affectionate words said by Keenan, seemed to raise various questions in his mind.
The dilemma in the relationship without the expression of love or a definite sense of iu, enough to make Riska can not determine the direction. What else with the existence of one woman whose picture is now being held by Riska.
Will the marriage bond that currently lives with Keenan survive with the other woman in her husband's heart?
Sangupkah, he was married to another woman in the midst of their sacred relationship?
Would she let go of the figure of Keenan who had unknowingly entered and infiltrated into her heart, if her husband chose to end this relationship?
"Actually who is that woman, does she mean so much to him?" murmured Riska, as she was already sitting in front of the makeup mirror, to tidy up her appearance.
Cklek.
The sound of the room door opening, distracting Riska, she turned to the side, to see her husband who had just entered.
They were getting ready to go to the hospital together.
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Inside the delivery room, medics were struggling to help with the birth of the second grandson of the Darmendra family.
Ayu who has started to be allowed to push, has several times tried to give birth to her first child.
Ezra faithfully accompanied his wife, occasionally whispering revealing love words as well as encouragement for Ayu who was struggling to give birth to her offspring.
A thread of sweat was seen to have soaked almost his entire body, Ayu tried to catch his breath when the urge to push was subsided.
His hand continued to clasped tightly onto Ezra's tanga, as the grip as the pressure inside his stomach re-forced him to exert all the calm he had right now.
"Washer!" Ayu raised her head as that strong desire came back to attack her.
The energy that has been almost drained out, does not dampen Ayu's spirit to give birth to a new life into the world. His breath that had felt increasingly thin did not make him give up to continue fighting.
It had been thirty minutes Ayu struggled to bear the child. However, it seems he must continue to struggle with the rest of the tea he still has.
Ezra had almost lost his temper, when he felt he was not strong enough to see his wife was so tormented. Various kinds of prayers have been offered in the heart, to smooth the birth process of his son.
"O Allah, once again I ask Thee for the smooth delivery of my wife, if Thou hast made her long tormented like this, I beg" he murmured on the top of his wife's head.
'If you can, just give me the pain my wife has suffered, O God, ' she said in her heart.
"Dear, I love you, love you so much. Don't leave me, I beg you, keep fighting for me and our children" whispered Ezra after giving a kiss on his wife's forehead that felt soaked in sweat.
The fear and trauma of his first wife is now beginning to re-enter Ezra's mind. Until he could no longer hold back those words.
'O Allah, forgive all my sins, if this is the way for me to face you, I am sincere, as long as You save my son' Ayu murmured in his heart, as he felt his consciousness had already begun to thin.
"One more push, let's get excited, Nindi," said Dr. Ranti directed Ayu.
Ayu forces her consciousness to listen to the instructions of Dr. Ranti.
"Take a deep breath and then let out, this time try to mnggejan long enough," continued Dr. Ranti again, who was immediately nodded by Ayu.
'Mother, I'm sorry' again, with a pretty face with a faint smile in her eyes.
Ayu prepares as the pain strikes her again, leading her to try to get her child out.
"Mas, I'm sorry" he said, staring at Ezra's face above him, before starting to push back.
"Henggggggheh!"
Oek ... oek .. oek!
Baby cries instantly echoed throughout the space, in the isringi with a sigh of relief from everyone who was there.
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Hehh! I took a breath and exhaled. How is it, already relieved yet, the same birth of Ezra junior? Komen👍
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