Sharing Love: Love Me Once Only
Atharrazka Ibrahim's

"Looks, prince already wants to launch!!."

Dirga and January were both stunned, still unaware of the words of the Gita. Until the squeeze in his arm makes Dirga aware if his wife is in pain.

"Darling, are you going to give birth?."

Gita nodded slowly, the newly conscious Dirga immediately ran into the room. Take the bag containing the baby's equipment.

"Pak Una, get the car ready!!," he cried in panic. January could only pray in the midst of his helplessness. Dirga immediately carried Gita's body and ran towards the car.

"Hospital, sir. Scribbles!!."

The driver nodded, directly running the car. The distance from the house to the hospital was quite far away making Dirga even more panicked.

"Sir, a little sneak!."

Mr. Una increased the speed of his car. Trying to calm down despite the overwhelming panic. Not only because he heard Gita's moans, but also because he usually never drove above average speed.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital. "Sir, please bring the bag!," Dirga immediately carried his wife inside. "Suster, my wife wants to give birth!."

A nurse came with a cage. After that, Gita was immediately taken to the maternity ward. The doctor arrived shortly after Gita entered, "Still opening six. If it is still strong, can be taken small streets so that the opening quickly rises. If it is not strong, it can be slanted. I'll check in an hour and a half!."

Gita took a breath and then exhaled it. "It hurts a lot, huh?" asked Dirga lirih. He could not bear to see his wife in such pain. The sweat soaked her pretty face. And occasionally his wife's expression changed in pain.

"Little, really. Don't worry so much. I just enjoy this moment. The moment a woman must have felt when she was about to give birth to her child!."

Dirga rubbed his wife's forehead, trying to stay calm like Gita. Although his heart was anxious was incredible.

"Still strong?" Dirga's question arises because Gita is trying to get out of bed. The woman nodded, dirga swiftly petrified her wife, then accompanied her on the street - A light walk in front of the delivery room.

"If it hurts, just go in. The bar is tilted as the doctor says!." Gita smiled, then nodded.

Heartburn returns, and more and more often. The anxiety in Dirga's hands also grew louder when he felt the pain strike again. This is why we should respect our mother. His struggle gave birth to certainly bet lives. Not even a few of the women who ended up losing their lives for the birth of a new life.

Gita sizzled, "Just go inside, Mas!." Dirga swiftly led his wife and went back up to the bed. The doctor again examined the Gita after half an hour had passed. "It's perfect. Patient is ready to give birth!.".

Some equipment is ready. Sister also came to help the delivery process of the successor of the Ibrahim family. "Follow my orders ma'am. Breathe dance and throw it away!."

Gita just nodded then did the doctor's orders, the excruciating pain made her just focus on what the doctor said. His bones were crumbling dimly, even to breathe as if he was struggling.

"Pull your breath, push!"

"OK, take a deep breath, then throw it away. Wicked one moment!!."

Dirga kept holding the wife's hand. Chanting inexhaustible prayers in the heart. His heart raced quickly when he saw the wife groaning to endure the pain.

"Pull your breath, push!!."

Almost half an hour, but the baby hasn't come out yet. Dirga increasingly could not bear to see the Gita who had run out of energy. "Darling, just operating!," he persuaded. But Gita shook her head, "I can do it!." The doctor smiled to see Gita who was still giving birth to her child.

Gita did the doctor's orders, and finally, a shrill cry echoed throughout the room. Yes, their baby was born. The child that Gita conceived for nine months could already see the world.

"Congratulations, baby boy. He is perfect without any flaws!!.".

Gita cried, and so did Dirga. "Thank you, baby. You're great, you're a great woman. Thank you for betting your life for our son!!."

Gita nodded weakly, before long the nurse came and put the tiny baby in her mother's chest. Gita is moved, this is what it feels like to be a mother. Her heart warmed as the baby began to blink and look for food.

"He's my duplicate!."

Dirga smiled at the 100% similar baby. The cheap baby managed to grab his food and greedily sip his mother even though the water may still not come out.

After the initiation of early breastfeeding is completed. The nurse took the baby again, and handed it to Dirga.

"As long as I clean up her mother. Her father can sue her baby first!."

Dirga received the baby with slightly shaking hands. She was afraid of hurting the tiny baby's fragile body. But after getting directions from the sisters, she ended up actually carrying her child. A single tear escaped as soon as I when the baby opened its eyes. A feeling of happiness enveloped Dirga's heart. Slowly, he chanted the adhan as well as the iqomah in both ears of his son.

"Welcome, in my son's world. Mom and Dad love you!."

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Gita's in the treatment room. He was clean and was busy looking at the face of his handsome baby. Dirga who saw the moment was of course moved and happy. Now, he has one more responsibility, his son.

"Dear, rest. I'll take care of our son!."

Gita nodded, she began to close her eyes. A few moments later, he opened his eyes again.

"Why?"

"You haven't named our son!!."

Dirga gave a smile, "Atharrazka Ibrahim, which means good luck and good sustenance!."

Gita smiled, "Good name. We'll call him, baby Azka!."

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This story is almost End yes brother.

The plan is to make the story go on in a different title. What kind of story do you want??