THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
The Fruit of Patience.

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Abhimanyu PoV.

My prayer never ceases to accompany the struggle of my wife who is risking her life.

"The spirit of love, fight, for the sake of our child" I whispered in the ear. I really can't watch him in pain. There is nothing a husband can do when his wife is giving birth. Besides just praying, and cheering.

I blow the tubers, and give them touches to make them calmer.

"Come, cringe again, Ms. Melati. has her hair seen" said the doctor.

"Aaggagghh..."

"Oeeek..hd.."

Praise be to Allah, only by twice straining my son into the world.

"Congratulations Miss Melati.Your son, handsome like his Papa" the doctor put the baby to my wife's chest.

"Ooek.. ooeeeek.." My son cried loudly. So did my wife, a clear liquid dripping down her cheek.

"Thank you baby, our boy" I whispered. Then I wiped her tears with my fingers, I kissed her forehead, and her cheeks, I was really happy. Allah swt not only gave me a beautiful, kind, and beautiful wife, but had perfection.

"Bang" he said, his hand clasping my palm. He then smiled, and nodded, no different from me looking happy radiance on his beautiful face.

I saw a nurse carrying my son she thought she was going to bathe.

"So much pain?" my many.

"No, Bang, as soon as it came out, my stomach didn't hurt anymore" she replied, holding her stomach.

"Thank God... Dear brother" I held my wife's hand and kissed her with love.

"Sir.. please his son in Adzani first" said the nurse.

"Good Sus" I carried slowly my son. I looked closely, his nose was pointed like my wife's nose.

"Mom Melati, now I clean up first, yes" the nurse then cleans up my wife, then I accuse my son.

I breathed a sigh of relief because my wife had been moved to the nursery after all was tidy. Then I pushed in a wheelchair.

"I'm hungry Bang" he said after I helped him into bed.

"Okay... What do you want? I found it" of course I'm enthusiastic that my wife only had breakfast bread when at the airport this morning. When his stomach started to heartburn, he did not want to eat anything, surely at this time was very hungry.

"Anything Bang, the important thing is not spicy" he replied.

"I live first yes" I rushed to the restaurant, after my wife agreed. Once outside, the two in-laws, brother-in-law, mother, and father had all gathered in the waiting room.

"Bim, how's your wife doing? not born yet, so why are you staying?" scowl mama, all then stood over me, with a stiffened face.

"Had been born Ma, now it's been moved to the ward"

Alhamdulilah.." All give thanks. I still silently watched him walk quickly to the hospital room.

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"Congratulations, son, Mama is proud of you, you can get through a difficult time without us, your parents"

Mama Ina cries, imagining her daughter-in-law pregnant for the first time, but can get through hard times on her own, without complaining. This is the first pregnancy to give birth.

"Thank you Ma, it's thanks to Mama's prayer" Melati kissed the back of your hand.

"Oh Allah... Mama can carry, son?"

"Yes obviously dong Ma" replied Melati politely.

Mama Ina brought her granddaughter closer to Miss Riska and Mr. Sutisna.

"Duh.. my grandson.." Mama holds his first grandchild. He looks bright in his eyes. All that can not be separated from the attention of Riska, a friend and besan.

Miss Riska looked at Ina, delighted. Jasmine has in-laws as good as Ina unlike Rose's in-laws.

"Replace, I'm the one who held for a while In" said Miss Riska. Both grandmothers took their grandchildren.

"You already have a grandson, Ris" which mama Ina meant; her son Roses.

"When Bhanu was a baby, I rarely carried Tan, it must be Mother who always carried" said Mawar.

"Yes, but right? that's Rose In's son, I also want to, hold Jasmine's child" Riska's mother.

"Yes already.. but be careful, Ris, your hands are already buyutan, will fall out of sight! hehehe" kelakar mama Ina, while handing over dedek.

"Ngece.. ngecee.." Miss Riska. "We're the same age, In"

"Ngece, is that what Ma?" ask papa Wahid. He sat near Sutisna.

"Just ask, same Riska, Pa, he's the one who said, hehehe" he's actually not useful. However, it has been a long time the two friends, missed the laughter.

"Halaah..you In, have been living in Jakarta for 20 years pretending to forget the Javanese language" she said, Riska.

"I who have lived in Java for a long time, do not know the meaning of Kok San" Mr. Sutisna chimed.

"Look In, our grandson looks a lot like me" continued Miss Riska, but not.

"Who said? look, his nose is pointed like me, hihihi.." mama Ina, pointed at his nose.

While Abim was being fed by Melati, watching her mother and in-laws seem to be laughing, her happiness was more complete.

Melati happy, surrounded by people who love her. Mother, mother-in-law, husband and extended family.

"Kok, you see him go on, why?" Abim watched his wife dumbly until she stopped chewing.

"I'm glad Bang, our parents got along really well," Melati turned her face to look at Abim.

"What else am I, Yank" Abim cleansed Melati's lips with tissue after saving the plate.

"I'm happy, having a wife like you. You, accept me as I am."

"During my wife, you never brought up my mistreatment with you, back when I didn't know you."

Abim regretted, had once had time to throw a beautiful diamond like Melati, his eyes were born.

"What's this talking about? all men have been wrong Bang, perfection belongs only to God" "So did I Bang, used to scold you, said the inappropriate, I also apologize. But let it pass, now that we have a little angel, we must be able to protect, and also teach with good, and right."

Both cuddle. And can not be separated from the attention of mama, papa, mother, and father. He looked at each other and smiled happily. Their son has now harvested the fruits of his patience.

"Yank, whose name do we want our child to be?" abim asked, loosening his arms, and holding Jasmine's hands.

"I am anyway.it's up to you" the matter of Melati's name was handed over entirely to her husband.

"I've prepared a name, Yank, if you're a match"

"Who?"

"AKHMAR NIZAMA ABHIMANYU. In order for our children to become intelligent leaders, Yank" Abim prayed.

"Aamiin. a good name, Bank" the chatter stopped because mama Ina, and papa Wahid approached them.

"Mom went home first, son, later tonight came back again" said Mama.

"Be careful Ma" Melati and Abim replied simultaneously.

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"Oeek..oeekkk.." Nizam woke up intermittently, crying.

"You have slept, let Brother make milk"

Abim did not let his wife wake up. He who makes milk, holds it while giving a pacifier, because the exclusive breast milk has not come out.

...Finished....

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