Should I Share a Husband
Mood Pregnant Mom

Next day. After receiving a blood donor. Hasna's condition is slowly getting better. His heart rate has returned to normal, visible from the monitor screen. But he did not open his eyes yet.

Both Hasna's parents were allowed to visit her. Immediately Ferdy and Widya changed their clothes with special clothes that had been provided by the hospital.

But Luthfan himself, he was not allowed to enter by his father-in-law. So that he could only wait for her outside.

Arrive when entering. Mom and Dad slowly approached. Then held Hasna's hand wrapped in bandages for the blood transfusion.

"Hasna's. Heals quickly, dear. Mama and Papa are very worried about you" said Widya who still held tight.

There was no reaction from the child. Fifteen minutes later. Hasna moved her finger slowly. It made both parents a little surprised. Then, the nurse immediately called Doctor Fayi to inform him of this. Because Dr. Faraz himself is treating other patients.

Arrive at door. Doctor Fayi came in. He went back to check on Hasna.

"Alhamdulilla... The patient has passed his critical period" said Doctor Fayi. Making Ferdy and Widya give thanks while hugging.

"Because the patient's condition has gradually recovered. The patient will soon be transferred to the ward. Please prepare everything." Dr. Fayi ordered the two nurses who were always looking after Hasna.

"Well, Doc" they said compactly.

After everything is ready. Hasna will eventually be transferred to the ward, after previously some tools in her body have been released, unless the infusion hose is still attached to her hand.

Hasna was taken out and passed by Luthfan who could only look at her without getting close. Because Ferdy forbade him by raising his five fingers.

"Thank Doc. For her hard work all this time. Finally my son can get through his critical period" Widya said as they moved to the nursery.

"Sama-sama Ma'am. We only carry out our duties as best we can and as best we can, after which we leave everything to the owner of life. And we can only pray and try" said Doctor Fayi.

Instantly. Hasna's eyes opened slowly. But his vision is still faint. Probably due to fainting for too long.

"Where am I." Hasna said in a very quiet voice. But it can still be heard. He made both his parents and Doctor Fayi look over.

"Hasna's. Are you conscious, honey? Alhamdulillaahh Ya Allah." said Widya smiling haru at the same time happy.

"Mama. It's Mama, right?" hasna asked as she touched Widya's hand beside her.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Can't you see?" ask Widya who is back on the emergency stand.

"My eyesight is faint Ma. It's not as obvious as usual" said Hasna who started to get scared while shaking her head.

"Astaghfirullaah... How's this Doc?" hisses Widya.

"I'll take a look" said Doctor Fayi. He immediately checked Hasna's eyes.

"So far it's fine. Maybe the effect of fainting is too long. But later if within an hour can not also see clearly. We're gonna do an eye refraction check. Whether the patient is nearsighted or nearsighted. Or other vision problems that affect visual acuity. But ... Hopefully not." said Dr. Fayi seriously.

After that, Dr. Fayi was ready to come out.

"Mama. What's going on?" why am I here?" ask Hasna.

"You ... A crash! When you run away from the party" Widya said holding back the tightness. He would not cry in front of his daughter.

"What Ma? Then my son?" Hasna asked again while holding her stomach. He finally remembered why he had an accident.

Widya closed her eyes by taking a deep breath. "The child ... There's no more."

"I mean Mama?"

"Yes. As a result of the accident. You had a miscarriage."

"So my son." Hasna was shocked with wide eyes.

"Yes Nak. Maybe it's his destiny to be like this. Now that you ask, focus on your recovery" Widya said by rubbing her head.

"Mama's right! Don't think of anything else" said Ferdy.

"I'm going to Ma's bathroom. Please take me" Hasna said. But at the time it will come down. His feet suddenly could not move.

"Let's go down Nak." take Widya.

"Ma, there's no way Ma." shrewd Hasna shook her head.

"What is impossible? You why?" Widya was again worried about the state of the child.

"My legs can't be moved by Ma." Hasna finally sniffled. So did Ferdy and Widya. They closed their eyes, and their tears came out of the corner.

"Pa, get Pa's doctor. Come on quick." Widya said.

With a little running. Ferdy went out to call the doctor.

"Pa, Hasna how's pa? Is he conscious?" tanya Luthfan is after Ferdy.

Ferdy stopped and looked back.

"Hurry to divorce my son" Ferdy said firmly. After that, he stepped back to see the doctor.

Luthfan just silently stared, seeing the departure of his in-laws. So, he chose to go out, just wanting to calm down.

"Why did everything go like this? Am I following his will? But ... I always felt guilty for Hasna, I wanted to make up for all my mistakes by taking care of her." she murmured softly. Don't know what to do later.

Doctor Faraz is in the room. He just finished treating another patient.

"Dok. Help my son Doc." said Ferdy in a hurry.

"Why with your child?" ask Dr Faraz.

"My son. Her legs can't be moved Doc."

"What's? Alright. Let's go there now."

They also came out. After a few minutes, they finally arrived, and the two of them went straight in.

"Dok, please my son Doc." said Widya with a heartbreaking sobbing.

With fast motion. Hasna again carried out a series of examinations.

"Patients have spinal injuries. Probably due to a collision during an accident. So that his leg muscles feel stiff and difficult to move." said Dr. Faraz seriously.

"Does that mean my son is paralyzed Doc?" widya asked with a puddle of tears.

"May say yes. But ... Hopefully it's only temporary. And most importantly, the mother must do physiotherapy at least three times a week to restore muscle strength and function of the injured body part. And also to prevent disability and reduce the risk of injury later in life" Dr Faraz explained in detail.

"We will put the catheter back, so that the patient does not struggle to go back and forth to the bathroom" said Dr. Faraz.

Both Hasna's parents can only resign to the state of the child.

"Mom, my legs are" isak Hasna cried bitterly at the mother's arms.

"Prophey darling. I'm sure. It will definitely heal soon and be able to go back" said Widya trying to strengthen the child.

Somewhere else. A couple of husband and wife are happy with the figure of a little angel who is still in the stomach. They're still spawning in bed. Yes, because it's Sunday. So Abian wanted to spend her time at home with her family.

"Little dee, what else is Nak?" Abian rubbed his wife's stomach and then kissed her. With a smile that he keeps developing.

"Mas, approx ... What is a woman, man?" the word Ajeng guessed.

"Male or female is the same for me, baby. The important thing is that everything is healthy and smooth" Abian said and leaned beside Ajeng.

"Yes anyway. But what do you want men women?" tanya Ajeng.

"Hemm men anyway. Let the rich handsome father." kekeh Abian turned his head.

"Yes, if it's a girl, it must be pretty like her mother." Kekeh Ajeng smiled as well.

"Well, that's you!" said Abian. And now the two stared at each other deeply and locked.

Instantly silent, very silent. Then the man cupped his wife's cheeks. A second later, Abian sipped back that lip that became an addiction for him and did not want him to let go.

Remembering the doctor's advice yesterday. Making Abian no doubt anymore, especially the wife is said to be fine. Until the next second too. The two change by playing sweat under the same blanket.

The man treated his woman so gently and so carefully, soberly! Because in it his offspring.

And this morning. It is a witness of the journey, that the two have just done the ritual of conjugal relations again, because a few days before they no longer do. Busy to face problems. But even so, both still show romance in the house, especially in the room. Only the two of them know.

Now, a long breath again indicates both, that the activity is finished.

Abian threw himself beside his wife.

"Are there any complaints, after what we just did?" ask the husband a little worried.

"There." his wife sizzled.

"Huh? What'sthat?" Abian surprised. While Ajeng even laughed amusedly.

"Darling, don't make me worry dong" said Abian.

"Sorry baby, there's no kok." Kekeh Ajeng.

"Certainly, why did you laugh? What a funny try."

"Do not know! Suddenly I want to laugh. It's funny to see your face, so much to worry about me."

"Is worried. Afraid of anything happening to our son."

"His wife isn't worried?" Ajeng pouted a little.

"Yes, worry, baby. Don't pout that ah. Make me giddy tau." kekeh Abian pinched the wife's nose. But Ajeng turned his back on her husband. Pull the blanket closed to the head.

"Ehhh really angry anyway." complained Abian. "honey. Do not come here again ihh." persuaded him.

"Don't want to." refused Ajeng.

"Honey. I'm not satisfied to see your pretty face." woo Abian while crouching from behind, but on the edge.

"Sana ihh, don't come near." nagged the wife.

Abian rubbed his face violently.

"It turns out this way to face a pregnant wife, very sensitive. Anything in a pout. It's harder and harder."