
Mama Nia immediately ran closer to Satya who looked confused with Fatimah who continued to moan in pain while holding her stomach.
"What happened Satya? Fatimah why?" mama Nia asked, trying to examine Fatimah, until her eyes were fixed on the water droplets seen at Fatimah's feet.
"That must be amniotic fluid, let's quickly take Fatimah to the hospital!" mama Nia's orders were directly followed by Satya.
The car drove fast enough to the hospital, a mixed heart knowing that soon the baby candidate he was waiting for would be present, although occasionally a sense of not having crossed the mind of Fatimah, but as much as possible Satya tried to strengthen himself so that Fatimah could go through this difficult period of labor well.
"Doctor!" Satya was like a man of doom, watching his wife constantly complain of making it dark, without seeing the situation Satya screamed as hard as he could when he saw his doctor standing not far from where he was.
"Satya sir, what are you doing here? what happened to Miss?" the response of the doctor who also panicked saw Satya panic.
"He wants to give birth, please do your best for my wife, whatever the cost, I will pay for it" exclaimed Satya who got a nod from her doctor.
"Well, sir," said the doctor who immediately brought the Fatimah gurney above him into the delivery room.
"Mas, accompany me! I'm afraid," whined Fatimah who instantly grabbed Satya's wrist when she got the chance to do so.
The atmosphere of the maternity room felt so gripping and frightening, mixed with screams of pain from the lips of Fatimah further aggravated Satya's feelings, until without feeling drop by tear soaked Satya's cheeks.
'I will always love and love you Fatimah, you will find the only wife in my life, ' Satya said, kissing her forehead and clasping Fatimah's hand tightly, trying to give strength to the struggling Fatimah.
Oek ... Oek ... Oec ....
The cry of a baby indicates that Satya junior has been born.
"Congratulations Sir, his son is a man" said a doctor who has been handling the birth of Satya's son.
A happy roar was clearly visible on Satya's face, for a moment he was seen silently staring in amazement at the baby in front of him, gratitude did not escape from his lips, he said, although slow but Satya looks so grateful with what he got at the moment.
"How's Satya? is everything okay?" ask the mother shortly after all the labor process is complete and Satya out of the delivery room waiting for Fatimah who is being handled and will be moved to the post-delivery room.
"I'll finally be Dad, Ma," one sentence that is able to answer all the questions of the Mama who immediately said a word of gratitude while hugging tightly Satya as a sign if she was happy for what had been said by Satya.
"I have a son Ma, he is very handsome," continued Satya who increasingly makes Mama Nia feel happy because of it.
It is complete already the happiness of Satya and Mama Nia, they get a daughter-in-law, wife and son and granddaughter are so good, there was nothing more they wanted than the happiness Mama Nia wished they could get.
Sometimes we have to give up something for something much more valuable, a treasure is needed to support a life, but remember! treasure is not everything, there is still the most valuable thing that must be prioritized, namely family.
"Mas," said Fatimah shortly after she was transferred to the nursery postpartum.
"Yes, what's wrong, honey? is there something you want?" tanya Satya who immediately focused on Fatah after focusing on the phone screen to check all the emails sent by employees.
Fatimah has not been allowed to go home because she is still weak, so she had to stay overnight since yesterday and today she was allowed to go home after the Doctor checked her condition.
"If we go home later, is Mas Satya willing if I take Mas Satya home to the house that I gave her? I won't stay there forever, I just want to stay a few months, at least until I'm completely healed, a month or two" she said.
"Of course, my personal assistant has checked everything, and the house is indeed ready to be occupied, you can also take care of the grocery figures that Mother gave, she said, but to take care of it you can do it later after our child has grown up, for a while let the confidants of Mother take care of it," a shocking answer came out of Satya's lips, to be sure, really Fatimah never thought if Satya would directly approve of his wishes, when in fact now Satya is not the Satya who used to be, let alone move house, Satya will even do whatever Fatimah wants, Satya will not even do, all because Satya already loved Fatimah even loved her very much.
"Thank you, Mom," said Fatimah, smiling at Satya, who was smiling at her.
"Not think of anything! you better rest to recover quickly," said Satya who was directly followed by Fatimah.
Fatimah's life was so happy, she had a handsome son, caring and affectionate in-laws complete with a husband who was so fond of her, his life is absolutely perfect and all that he can because of the patience he always applies, this is much different from the life of Bik Husna, half a year after the departure of Ibu Halimah, he said, Bik Husna was deceived by his business partner and the last newspaper obtained by Fatimah, he now lives in a small rented while selling rujak as a passenger of his life, he said, that was the end of the story of a greedy aunt.
Finished
NB: brother2 for the story Satya and Fatimah have finished here yes, the story Satrya and Zia also Fariz will be author to make in another novel with a different title, but the author is still thinking of an interesting storyline for their story, for while the author wants to create a new novel titled MY First Love, the story insya god is no less interesting with this one, for a while the author wants to create a new novel title MY First Love, and this story was written a few months ago, so the author is waiting in the next novel, my sweet greeting to you my best readers.
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