Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
56. Warmth of Amran

Entering the age of nine months, Nabilla was asked by Marion's doctor to perform a cesarean section. But Nabilla did not take the advice of doctors Marion. He wanted to feel how painful a mother who gave birth was.

Plus his determination that still has a lot of PR to know the new game Dito that he has netted easily through his application that displays every report of the presence of the traitorous man makes Nabilla want to recover immediately postpartum.

Nabilla, who was already in the hospital in the VVIP room, became a respectable patient at the hospital. Mr. Rusli who wants to take his daughter's heart, to give everything Nabilla needs to fulfill Bu's ambition of the mile in netting the syndicate Dito met. Be the VVIP room was full of computers with a variety of software needed Nabilla. Pregnant women do not want to be silent. His brain continued to work even though his stomach sometimes felt intense contractions and occasionally he had to grimace in pain.

"Mas. My waist was like it was about to break," Sighed Nabilla at Amran who gently rubbed Nabilla's waist.

"Lay baby! let me pray for you that our twins will be born soon and you will not feel any pain anymore" Amran said.

Amran, who had not yet canceled his wudhunya after the tahajud prayer, began chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an. Two suras at once read to Tartil in a voice so beautiful, that the three fetuses in his wife's stomach began to calm down.

Amran chanted Surah Joseph and Mariam. Although the contractions continue to come stretching the muscles in the Nabilla birth canal to facilitate the delivery process later to make Nabilla more painful, but the reading of Amran who memorized the two surahs made it able to pass the pain into a pleasure. True word of the Prophet. That the Qur'an is a medicine for man if it is believed that his miracles insha Allah as painful as we feel will unravel as long as we are sure about the miracles of the Quran itself.

"Mas."

"Yes dear."

"It seems like it's time I wanted to give birth. Please call Dr Marion!" pinta Nabilla while training her breathing to easily give birth normally.

Amran pressed the nurse call button and a team of obstetricians quickly approached Nabilla.

"Has the contract been repeated over and over again?" ask doctor Marion.

"Yes doctor. It feels like there's liquid that's been seeping down there" Nabilla said.

"good. Excuse me, miss. Let me see the opening first" said Dr. Marion.

"Miss Nabilla's republic has broken. We must immediately prepare for labor," said doctor Marion who immediately took Nabilla to the delivery room not far from her room.

In the waiting room there is a doctor Rusli and Amran's family. While Mariska's doctor accompanied Nabilla and Amran in there.

"Can you give birth to Nabilla?" ask Amran again.

"God willing. I can get through all of this" Nabilla said with her face pale as blood flowed when labor had not taken place pending instructions from Marion's doctor.

A minute later, Marion's doctor asked Nabilla to push. Her first baby was born safely to a boy, followed by a second baby girl with a time gap of five minutes.

Now that there was only a third baby, Nabilla's body began to weaken. He almost closed his eyes but was patted by the doctor Mariska with a slight snapping.

"Nabilla! open your eyes, baby! Don't sleep!" tell doctor Mariska.

"Please put oxygen on Miss Nabilla!" doctor Marion tells her nurse after cutting the umbilical cord on both of Nabilla's triplets.

"Doctor Marion. Is there a problem?" ask doctor Mariska.

"He lost a lot of blood. That is why the patient begins to weaken. The blood supply for blood type AB is only one bag. If you ask at the blood bank it takes time" said Dr. Marion.

"Wait a minute. My husband is the same blood type as Nabilla. I went out for a while" said Mariska's doctor and met her husband.

"God willing, I am still a strong doctor" said Nabilla, smiling at Amran, who saw his wife's face making time stop for a moment.

"Nabilla. I love you so much, baby. I need you more than our children. Staywith me! we've come this far together. Do you want to stop here? the world still needs you, baby.

If I could live the needs of others. But, the world is waiting for your presence to give them comfort. With comfort, people can do any activity to survive" Amran said.

Nabilla just nodded. In his eyes was already present a woman whose face was the same as his. The face he had never known because it was not the face that had been raising him all along.

"Who is he? is that me? will I face my death?" asked Nabilla monologue in silence staring at a beautiful face that is none other than her own birth mother who also gave birth to herself in a state of pain until a month later, Hilda died of a longing for her husband who never came.

Her baby, whom she named Nabilla, was handed over to her brother because he was declared barren by doctors. So Nabilla was raised by her uncle and aunt.

At Hilda's request, Nabilla's birth certificate was made in the name of her adoptive parents so that Nabilla was not hunted by her parents, Rusli, who was looking for her whereabouts at the time. Hilda just wanted to protect her daughter.

Hilda who was only married to betel by Mr. Rusli had no legal power until she could not register her husband's name on the birth certificate of Nabilla because it did not have a marriage book as a requirement for birth certificate.

A few minutes later, contractions resumed, and Nabilla gathered her remaining strength with sweat that had flooded all over her body.

"Bismillah. Allahuahaw!" peeking Nabilla while straining with all her might until finally, her third daughter was born safely.

The third birth has no semblance of a face. His first son is very similar to Amran, his second daughter dominates Nabilla's face and his third daughter's face blends Amran and Nabilla's face.

The birth of her third daughter drained her energy and blood until Nabilla finally fainted." Nabilla..! Naby...!" call Amran hysterical.

Doctor Marion checked on Nabilla. Amran was asked to focus on her three babies for her.

"Miss Nabilla is in critical condition, sir. He has lost a lot of blood. In a moment, Miss Nabilla will get an extra bag of blood from Mr. Rusli. Please don't panic. Your wife is a great man. He can definitely get through his critical period" Marion's doctor comforted Amran.

While Nabilla was meeting her mother Hilda in her dream." Nabilla. My daughter. Happy darling. You've become a mother, baby!" hilda said as she kissed the back of her daughter's hand.

"Who are you, madam? why are our faces so similar?" ask Nabilla.

"I am your birth mother who gave birth to you!" hilda told her daughter everything about herself and her parents Hilda.

"Is my father alive?" ask Nabilla.

"Your father is still alive Nabilla. He's very close to you. Please don't reject her because she also suffered so much like her mother" Hilda said.

"If he's close to me at this moment. What's her name, ma'am?" ask Nabilla.

"At any time you'll find out. He's a great guy. His greatness has already lowered it on you. You are not alone in this world. Please accept your mother because two sincerely love you. Now go back to your little family.

They're waiting for you. Say hello to my husband. Tell him I love him very much. I've forgiven him. You can find out about me only to her" said Hilda, then kissed her daughter's forehead and disappeared.

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