
Days change, until the month changes. It does not feel that Metta's gestational age is approaching her Estimated Birth Day.
Different Khaira who meet the criteria for giving birth normally that the baby's head has entered into the pelvis, there is no winding in the baby's body, the location of the placenta does not cover the birth canal, and the baby's head is not covered, and the baby's weight is not too big. Metta was advised by her doctor to give birth not normally because of Placenta Previa or placenta covering the opening in the mother's cervix. Thus, Metta was advised to give birth by Caesar.
Today Khaira and Radit receive news that the babies of Metta and Dimas have been born. So, both of them intend to visit the baby who will certainly be a brother and playmate for Arsyila.
"Are you ready, baby?" tanya Radit who is holding Arsyila and is still waiting for Khaira who is still preparing gifts for baby Metta and Dimas.
"For five minutes Mas .." said Khaira who was still busy with gifts in her hands.
Radit only nodded, but in his heart he wanted his wife to finish it immediately, after which they could immediately visit Metta and Dimas. "Don't be long darling .. hunted in the afternoon, the night we still have an event" he said while watching his wife from afar.
Both of Khaira's eyes fused instantly, she knew exactly what her husband meant. So Khaira just let her husband say that.
"Yuk, it's Pa .. now yes" he said who prepared with a paper bag containing gifts for babies Metta and Dimas.
"Syila is the same Mama yuk." he said as he reached out with both hands to hold Arsyila.
Arsyila nodded her head and muttered. "Ma Mama .. baby." she said so funny.
"Iya Syila Darling .. we want to see her baby Aunty Metta and Om Dimas." said Khaira while continuing to carry Arsyila into the car.
Not long after, they had reached the house of Metta and Dimas. Because he looked at the baby and invited Arsyila, Radit and Khaira were deliberately looking when Metta could return home.
"Excuse me.." said Radit and Khaira at the same time when entering the residence Dimas not far from his home.
"Eh .. there is Arsyila ... in and out." said Dimas who invited Radit's family to enter.
The three entered the house, after previously greeting the host first.
"Where is the experience of accompanying the wife to give birth?" radit asked as soon as they had sat in the living room.
Dimas seemed to smile and slightly scratched his head. "If Caesar was only 15 minutes to half an hour finished Bro. The serem when you see the baby lifted from the incision in the stomach. Placenta Previa because, so can not give birth normally" said Dimas who tells the process of his wife giving birth.
"Sir papa Kak ... Want to be normal or even Caesar struggle a mother is the same" said Khaira who certainly encouraged Dimas.
Amidst the stigma that normal childbirth is nobler than those who give birth by Caesarean section is not true. Whatever method of childbirth is chosen, a woman is a mother completely and completely.
"True Khai .. but Metta was in more pain after the operation, I finally asked his doctor to give him pain medication." again Dimas story.
"If I used to be dramatic when accompanying my wife gave birth to Arsyila. Normal her, every opening process until giving birth that makes me not have the heart. Moreover Khaira cry continues, in pain, always remembering the moment. Until finally when I first heard Arsyila's cry, I went crying." this time it was Radit's turn to tell his experience accompanying Khaira.
Dimas nodded his head. "True .. when I heard the first baby's cry, I followed the cry. Don't you think about it anymore, bro? Arsyila is already big. It's good to have a sister."
Radit smiled meaningfully as he looked at his wife's face. "Whoever the Wife Bro.pity also if forced. Pregnant, giving birth, to babysit every day is not easy. Khaira aja" he said with shady eyes on his wife.
Dimas seemed to laugh again. "Lo seems to love Khaira. Steady, but true as the Wife. Well, because my baby girl, I failed to make Arsyila as a future daughter-in-law."
"Sister, can I nengokin Metta?" this time it was Khaira who wanted to see Metta who was still in her room.
"Maybe, Khai ... go straight to the room." said Dimas while pointing to the room occupied by Metta.
Khaira holds Arsyila to enter Metta's room. The husbands are still in the living room.
"Excuse me.." said Khaira as soon as she entered Metta's room.
Metta was lying down and there was a baby box at the side of her bed. "Aunty Metta.." said Khaira.
"Eh Mama Khaira equals Arsyila beautiful. Enter and enter." said Metta who then tried to sit by leaning on the head board of his bed.
"It's not necessary to force Metta's waste" he said, taking a seat on Metta's side.
"Baby baby." said Arsyila while looking at the sleeping baby girl in the baby box.
Khaira smiled and then took Arsyila. "Yes .. that's baby darling. Funny huh?"
Arsyila nodded her head and pointed with her index finger. "Mama Baby...."
Metta laughed at Arsyila's funny behavior. "Arsyila wants a baby? Ask Papa and Mama. Let Arsyila have a little baby like that."
Khaira laughed too. "Don't teach, ask for real."
"Father Khai, Arsyila's grown up. It's appropriate to have a baby." said Metta.
Khaira shook her head. "Don't first. I'm not ready yet. Some time ago, I had a miscarriage because, Ta. Only 6 weeks, he said because of stress, soy sauce, and fatigue, a miscarriage deh. Until locked up too." Khaira told her best friend.
"No news, Khai? We can look." Metta Sahut.
Khaira smiles. "No papa, anyways my recovery is perfect. There's Mas Radit who's always on standby. Uh, yeah ... What's this beautiful baby?"
"His name is Medina, Aunty" said Metta who then appeared to stroke the cheek of the baby girl named Medina.
"Baby her name is Medina, honey. Funny baby." said Khaira while looking at the baby.
Khaira then put Arsyila to sit near Metta, and she took the initiative to carry Medina. "Ihh, funny...."
Just a few minutes later, Khaira was holding Medina, and Arsyila was crying. "Mama Mama.." she said while crying.
"Jealous, Khai .. thought her mother belonged to Medina. Kids are funny. Little ones are jealous. Her mother just carried Syila for a moment." said Metta while laughing.
While Arsyila just kept crying and called her Mama.