The Charm of The Twins
122 The Happiness of the Son of Ayra

At a hospital, Ayra, Bram, Ammar and Ibrahim were seen waiting in front of the operating room. Nur must be in ERACS surgery, which is a cesarean procedure with a special approach to optimize the health and safety of the mother and baby. Ibrahim prefers Enhanced Recovery After Cesarean Surgery so that the healing process or recovery of postoperative labor can be accelerated with maximum results.

He loved his wife before giving birth. He was already looking for information about what he would take if his wife could not give birth normally.

"You're so calm?" Ask Ammar astonished.

Ibrahim looked relaxed as he had just been from the hospital's musholla.

"Why should you worry too. Everything has its destiny. I've tried my best, the hospital, and the surgery. So now worrying about Nur's condition only keeps me busy with my prejudices. I'd better spend some time thinking." Ibrahim sat back on the waiting bench right in front of the operating room.

Ammar is happy that his sister has returned to remember who he is. Even Ayra's youngest way of thinking hasn't changed. He is still Ibrahim, grandson and santri Umi Laila who looks like Kyai Rohim.

Ayra who occasionally rubbed her arms. He was wearing a Bram leather jacket. Because in a hurry to hear Nur going to the hospital with Ibrahim made him forget to bring a sweater or jacket. Bram hugged his wife because he saw Ayra's hand rubbing her arm.

Almost two hours the doctors treated Nur. Then a nurse came out with a baby boy who weighed 3.2. Ayra even shed tears as Ibrahim echoed the Adhan in her son's ear. What happiness covers the hearts of Bram and Ayra. They feel good about having grandchildren. Even when Nur has been moved to the inpatient room. Bram and Ayra ask the healthy baby Nur to be in the room with Nur.

"This mama... It can't be changed..." Said Ammar who was a little protest because Ayra seemed to really want her grandson to be in one room with Nur.

Finally the baby was taken into Nur's room. That night Ammar came home because Arumi was not well. Ayra and Bram accompany Nur in the hospital.

"Mom sure you're not coming home?" Ask Ibrahim to Ayra.

"Mama wants to be here. Papa?" Ask Ayra.

"Papa will be here too. This is how it feels to have grandchildren... " Say Bram who from earlier looked at the tiny baby who was sleeping. The baby's nose can show that he is indeed the son of Ibrahim.

Ammar finally went home alone.

"I'm here tomorrow with Arumi. Hopefully nular to me huh Ma." Ammar said as he said goodbye to Bram and Ayra.

Ayra nodded.

"Don't forget Am, ask Mbok tomorrow to cook the menu that papa has tipped his record if Nur gave birth." Ayra.

"Ready Ma." Ammar replied as he passed.

When he got in the car he would start his car. Arumi called several times. Ammar did not hear because his phone he changed in vibrating mode and put on his jacket. It made him pat his forehead.

"Gee... Will lash again this lady." said Ammar who saw there were 9 times missed calls.

Ammar quickly contacted Arumi. One time, two times and three times not lifted.

"May you be like this because you're pregnant too. Masa' I was stepped over again with Qiya if first Qiya can junior." said Ammar as he drove his car.

When he got home, he went straight to the room. When he saw that Arumi was already sitting while reading a book.

"Darling... Mas sorry. His phone was in his jacket and Ma-"

"Mas is a habit... I told you mas... Don't dawdle...." Said Arumi who was pouting.

He approached Ammar. She helped her husband open his jacket.

"It's a habit. I told you never to put your phone in here. I've heard of Habib Umar if you don't put his phone here. It's all related to the world. It's heart..the energy is loh Mas ...." Said Arumi who nagged because Ammar kept his phone in a jacket pocket right on the left chest where on the body is located the heart.

Ammar quickly carried Arumi.

"Yes the princess.... Sorry, forgot. Again in the hospital. It's not good if the sound is loud. Now tell me why call 9 times?" Ask Ammar.

Ammar chuckled at the pouting face of his wife. He actually suspected Arumi was pregnant, because Arumi's character was very different during this one week. More attention, always spoiled, always wanted to be noticed, sometimes half an hour calling just want to see Ammar's face. Where is the husband, who is the same.

"You want a massage?" Ammar.

Arumi shakes.

"I'm sleepy but I can't sleep... " Said Arumi who had hugged Ammar's body tightly.

"I'll change my clothes first, Ar..."

"Don't do it, I like the smell." Arumi's words were increasingly drowning her face in Ammar's chest.

Ammar only rubbed his wife's long hair.

"Yes..." Said Arumi as she hugged her husband with her eyes closed.

"Hem." Ammar said with his two hands busy alone.

His left hand rubbed Arumi's hair while his right hand rubbed her back.

"More tomorrow if I'm pregnant, want a boy or a girl?" Ask Arumi.

"Give up to the important woman or man from your womb.

Suddenly Arumi snickered and broke her embrace.

"Did you have a uterus from another woman?" Arumi

"Hehehe.... Tomorrow we all go to Obgyn. You look weird this week. You haven't been this month..." Ammar.

Arumi knitted her brows.

"Mode..."

"Yes if in love why refuse sustenance." said Ammar who pulled down his eyebrows.

"Ga, I'm so sleepy. But if you want to. what can you do..." Arumi quickly closed her eyes and hugged Ammar again.

"Hehe... We're going to the hospital early tomorrow. You're not nauseous anymore?" Ask Ammar.

Because this afternoon when he was going to take Nur, Arumi was nauseous and vomiting. But Arumi still forced Ammar to escort and accompany Ibrahim.

"Ga. Nausea if there is no Mas. If there is a mas instead bring her want to sleep continue..." Arumi.

And it's true that only about 15 minutes he closed his eyes, a gentle swipe from Ammar also the scent of her husband's body made Arumi's breath was regular and he was sound asleep.

Ammar actually merunjatan to be given many children from his wife. At the time Mr. Rendra was thinking of a way to meet with Ratih. They are already in Bali but Rendra is still hesitant.

"Come on Mas. Hilman needs a donor..." Said Ratih slowly.

"Well.... I'm ashamed Rat..." Said Rendra standing on the balcony of the hotel room.

"Well, tomorrow I'll see Gede's mother myself. I can wait in the car." Said Mr. Rendra's wife while holding a cup of warm tea in his hand.