THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 112 - The Ahead of Childbirth

I'm grateful, Talitha's with Airlangga. Because not long after, the pain in my stomach was back.

This time it's pretty great the contraction my daughter gave me. It seemed that the beauty was already starting to look impatient to see the beautiful world.

"Hik hik hik..."

"Darling...! My dear, Liana?! We're on the way to the hospital, huh? Let's just be quieter there. Or...., how about directly schedule an operation room with Dr. Karin? Let the pain be minimized! How's it?"

I shook my head quickly.

"Ga wants an operation, Mom! I want to give birth normally. Indeed sick. But people say it's faster to recover than to give birth to Caesar! You should love my spirit, not my will to give birth to a normal one!"

"OK, okay. Sorry, honey, sorry please..."

My husband looked tense and depressed looking at me who was pacing around like an iron.

I still don't want to go to the hospital.

It's still telling Dr. Karin about my time prediction for childbirth. Probably tomorrow morning.

So if I go to the doctor now, automatically long too to wait for the moment when it is time to give birth.

I think it's better to wait at home than at the hospital. Time must have been slow if I had waited in the adjoining hospital room.

It's better at home. There is a family that is supporting. There is support from all residents of the house including Mama-in-Law and Adik Ipar.

At six o'clock on Maghrib, my stomach was getting sicker.

It feels like a squeezed laundry. Even this time the distance of the pain became faster until cold sweat all over the body soaked the body.

"Darling, to yuk's hospital?" bring Mama full of tenderness.

"Ma, didn't Dr. Karin say it was likely tomorrow morning?" I answered in the midst of the ringing in pain.

"Doctors are human too, dear! Sometimes the doctor's prediction misses. Besides, Dr. Karin said it was most likely, likely. Allah is All-Willful. God the Life Regulator of all His people. Go to the doctor? Gege was worried about seeing you like this. At least, if in the hospital there are doctors who stand by preparing to do their best!"

I grimaced again while glancing at Jonathan who had just heard a sigh.

I am a stubborn woman. My husband understood my bad character.

Sorry, Mas... Forgive your selfish wife for not following your words. Honestly, I'm scared in the hospital. There are many subtle creatures. His face is also different. There are even those whose bodies smell just aka fishy which makes my stomach nauseous. Not to mention sometimes they are idle, ignorant and like to get close. I'm worried that when the body and self-awareness are not good, there are evil beings who can control this body. That's what I'm afraid of, Mom! Really am!

The longer the pain gets out of control.

I'm nodding.

Slowly breezed by Mama Tiur and Citra got into the car. After the Isya prayer, the four of us left. Jordan and Genta in another car.

All tensed up looking at my face covered in sweat.

My husband also occasionally glanced at my face in the rearview mirror while his lips incessantly offered divine prayers.

I did the same thing myself.

God is the place to ask.

Please do His good to facilitate the birth of our first daughter. Be removed and kept away from negativity. That's my prayer.

In the car I fell asleep for a while. The image of Yang and Mama Tiur flanking me sitting in the backseat was initially shocked to see me drooping. But a much more experienced mother gave birth to two children, saying I was asleep.

Mas Jo himself had panicked to bring the vehicle at high speed.

My mom reminded me to carefully run her car.

Cry exploded. Panic, fear mixed with the growing pains of the stomach.

My amniotic fluid suddenly broke through the back of the clothes. Even to penetrate into the car seat Mas Jonathan.

"Switch, astaghfirullaah, O Allah! Oh, my God, sakiiit! Ouch!"

Reach the face of Mas Jonathan pale pias while tightening his prayer.

"Which, patience Yang! It's stuck in front of this! Ouch!"

The image looks at my mother's face.

"Mom, seep from the bottom of Brother Liana!" citra said slowly.

"Yes. The amniotic fluid has broken!" my mom with her face started to pale.

"Dear, just a minute, baby!"

Tin tin tiiin

Tin tin tiiin

"Woo!!! Try walking!!? My wife wants to give birth to this!!!"

Tin tin tiiin

Tin tin tiiin

"Mas, patience Mas! Hik hik hicks..."

"Jo, sighfar!!! Do not make the situation more panic. It's in front of a red light! Patience, patience!"

Jonathan looked back. He was trying to reach my drooping finger.

Many times this hand is breathed in while reciting the prayer.

The car is running again. We finally arrived after the drama.

"Suster, help my wife!" my husband shouted as he pulled the available stroller next to the IGD door.

Two nurse nurses helped me. But Mas Jonathan was much more alert because his burly hand immediately grabbed my hip and put me slowly on the stroller.

"Hurry, Sister! My wife is giving birth!"

"Who's doctor, sir?"

"Good, Sir!"

The atmosphere is getting heated because it turns out that Doctor Karin is still on the way. Stuck in traffic just like we were.

"Yes Allah Gusti!!!" pekik Mas Jonathan began to panic in half depression.

"Hold you, Liana! Don't push it until Dr. Karin arrives!" said a nurse.

"People want to give birth to koq told to hold! How's this sister!? Can't be helped by other obstetricians who stand by in this hospital?" jakak Mama Tiur.

Honestly, right now I'm totally blenk. My brain is unable to think. I could only endure such intense pain that tears and moans were no longer ignored.

My eyes look at Mama's face, Papa...

Mama..., Mama! Forgive Liana, Ma! Sorry for being an ungodly child and blaming Liana's bitterness on Mama. As it turns out, giving birth is not an easy thing. Now God gave Liana a chance to feel the pain of being a mother. Giving birth is really a risk to the soul and body.

Papa's... Forgive all Liana's mistakes, Pa! Excuse me. Liana never cared about Papa for harboring hatred. Liana was once very disappointed in Papa who had failed as the head of the family, who should be able to protect the wife's children until they were not divorced. Sorry, Pa! Liana is an adult. Even now feel like a mother who certainly wants the best for her child.

Forgive Liana, Ma, Pa!

Suddenly the figure of Talitha came hugging me while crying.

"Heyai, Nyai, Nyai Queen! Hik hik hicks..."

I could only close my eyes while grimacing with the pain that was getting whacky.

Tears keep dripping.

In the real world my husband, Mama Tiur is still trying to help with prayer while continuing to stroke my slanted back.

Another obstetrician came to check on me.

"Prophey, Mom! It's opening five. InshaAllah labor will be smooth. Liana's mother helped with infusion fluid, sir!?"

"Yes. Just do your best for my wife!"

"Good, Pa! Excitement yes, dede baby will be born soon!"

While I still endure the pain. Plus Talitha who cried and hit my stomach and. Until suddenly Wak Hardi raised the tiny body slowly made me slack.

"Wow? Wak Hardi's?" I muttered unconsciously.

"Oh my God, Liana! Wak Hardi is dead! Please don't look at the strangest things, honey! Focus on the birth of our baby!" my husband's screaming is panicking.

"Liana! Spirit, huh!? Wak just monitoring you! This child is interfering with your labor in his own way!"

"Talitha! Talitha why are you crying?Didn't you take Angga home to see your Father and Mother? You should be happy to meet them!"

"Hik hik hicks... Nyai Queen!"

Talitha's cry broke out in front of me. She wanted to hug me but Wak Hardi held her body.

"It turns out the Mother of the wicked, Nyai! Our Lady sold Talitha seventy million to become a flyover! Mother only lies if Mother loves Talitha! Hik hik hicks..."

I feel so sorry for that little girl. I tried to reach her fingers so that I could channel the affection so that Talitha was strong.

"Don't, Liana! Don't touch him!" wak Hardi's voice resuscitated me.

"We are different in nature. You are half conscious and half entered our realm. Remember your daughter in the womb! Soon he will be born! If you hold this little girl's hand out of pity, you should feel more sorry for your own child too! If you choose to stay with us, your son will be an orphan!"

"Astaghfirullahal... Abaghfirullahal... O Allah, O Rohman, O Rohim, Karim... Astaghfirullahal..."

Immediately I came to my senses and said the phrase istighfar.

Oh God, help me God! I don't want to leave my daughter. No, oh God! Although he will be surrounded by abundant affection, but I still want to live longer. I want to see him grow up, mature and happy. I want to take care of it properly and properly. I want to be the Mama my daughter can always count on. O God, Lord, extend our age!

I who had been blocked immediately realized. The face of Jonathan was so close to me. His tears also dripped even though he shrunk many times.

"Liana, please... Lianas! You are strong, you are strong! Come on, honey, you are a tough woman that I have always admired your strength in life. Come Baby! Rise up! Abaghfirullahal... Laa ilaaha illallah Muhammadarrosulullah!"

His hands were soaked in sweat.

"Buck,..."

"Yes Honey? Call me on like that! Again, Honey! Any more... Hik..."

"Yes..."

"Yes. Liana, don't leave me! Don't ever get away from me! Hik hik... Our son will be born, my dear istighfar!"

"Astaghfirullahal..."

"Sister, drink first! Read bismillah three times!"

Airlangga suddenly broke into the labor isolation room while thrusting a bottle of mineral water at me.

My husband helped by straightening the plastic straws already in the water bottle.

"Bismillbirth... Bismillahbornrohmanirrohiim... Bismilbornrohmanirrohiim..."

"Mother Liana Wulandari, I checked? Sorry, patients can only be waited for by one, right!? Sorry..."

Doctor Karin has arrived. My heart is much calmer now.

"Darling, Mama help prayer outside huh, honey? The spirit!" mama Tiur whispered to make me smile and blink my eyes.

Doctor Karin directly checked my vital parts and said, "Waaah, cool this beautiful mother! Perfect opening. Baby ready to launch. Sister, please help prepare all the tools!"

"Ready, Doctor!"

I am preparing to welcome my new status, as a Mother and Wife.

Bismillah... May I be a good mother to my son and also a perfect wife to my husband. Aami...

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