To be the Second
Panic In The Midnight.

Anniyah_PoV

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I just finished taking a shower and also ate my breakfast with a menu of clear vegetables and also corn martabak, still with an annoyed look I finished my food. Besides not being able to eat my favorite vegetables, there are other things that make my mood worse.

How not, I was furious with Ms Warsinah's mother Yudha, especially if it wasn't a problem with my provocateur this morning to Yudha who asked her mother to make a sister.

There is nothing wrong, but somehow Ms. Warsinah actually scolded me just because of a trivial problem. Not wanting to keep thinking about the incident this morning, I tried to find another activity. And yes, I haven't exchanged messages with my husband, what is he doing now?

" Assalamualaikum, what are you doing? Have you eaten yet?" Send, I immediately sent the message to my husband. Soon my message was immediately replied to him.

" Waalaikumsalam, dear this brother again in the shop, menggeck goods. Dedek himself again what? Don't eat late." The reply, which I immediately reply.

" Yes, I ate it. When did you come home to ruma" Type me who sent it directly.

" Thank God, next week you will go home, you who are patient. What did Mom say." His little message relieved me.

We also spent exchanging messages long enough, until Bang Aziz would go for food at the Budhe stall. Hmmm, the latest news is Budhe now said Bang Aziz her husband is back again, out of nowhere. There was a little relief for me to hear this, because there was already someone who would be faithfully helped and relied on by Budhe. I hope their families get along well and happy forever.

Not feeling it was almost afternoon, I lifted the clothesline behind the house, while Mom was still resting in the room, because it was very late. While you are arranging wooden blocks next to the house that will be sold tomorrow morning. Now not only looking for grass, you also look for firewood to sell, although it looks sophisticated era, but in our village there are still many who use firewood for cooking, but in the village, especially if someone is holding a big celebration event, it will definitely need a lot of firewood. Can not just rely on gas stoves, which will cost a lot.

" Sir, would you like some more coffee?" I asked who had sat not far from the Father who was tying the firewood.

" Yes, may Nduk, who is a little bit bitter. I don't have sugar." His ink while chuckling.

" Yes it's true sir, don't be sweet, 'the daughters of this Father are sweet, hehe.." My God stood up to make me a cup of coffee for him.

After placing a mug glass filled with coffee on the wood near the Father, I want to walk again to clean myself, because the day is getting late. I don't want to be in Mom's omelin anymore because of the afternoon shower.

" Thank Nduk. It's late afternoon, take a shower." Tell me Father reminds me. I smiled nodding, and waltzed away towards the bathroom. But previously I had taken my change of clothes and towel before meeting the Father.

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It does not feel like the day has passed quickly, just waiting for the seconds of the birth of my first child, even this has passed a day, it should be yesterday I gave birth. Two weeks ago I had prepared all the needs that I would bring to the place of delivery, such as baby clothes, diapers, powder, and so on. I put it in a medium-sized tote bag. Because the house of his midwife is not far away, so I do not bring a lot of wear, later can take again at home.

But I am also sad that Bang Aziz has not been able to go home, because his mother is sick and in hospital at this time, even he said that he had three days there. My husband should have come yesterday, calling first in his hometown for a moment to see the condition of his two ghosts. Then he will continue his journey to accompany me later.

I continued to wait for him like an iron in the house also on the front porch, from this afternoon made Mother and Father shake their heads to see me.

" It's late, there goes into Nduk's room. Not good pregnant woman on the porch of the house like this, later if your husband comes home must also be astonished by the sound of the motor." Omel my mother asked me to go inside the house.

True also what Mom said, if the sound of the motorbike in front of me must have heard, not only I who heard even my neighbors must have heard, too, in our home is not so far away, just a few steps from home to home.

But just laying down on the couch, I felt my stomach heartburn but only for a moment, maybe the effect I was standing too long ago also pacing back and forth heartburn like this. I did not mind it either, I better take a nap while waiting for Bang Aziz to come.

Until a few hours later I woke up because my stomach was back mules, a little cramp like a woman again dapet. Why is this? It hurts more but intermittently. Because I was afraid that I would wake up and stand up, just about to step I saw a blood patch on the sheet, I immediately called my mother, I was afraid. Do I not want to give birth?

" What's up with Toch Nduk?" He asked me to get into my room.

" Mom see there's blood on my bed." Point me at the bed.

" Lho, it seems you want to give birth to Nduk, let's go to Midwife right now, let me call your Father first." Mom came out to call the Father who was sitting behind the house.

While I was walking limped out of the room while holding onto the plywood wall, it felt like my stomach was in a hard-squeeze as the heartburn came. So this is how women feel about giving birth? Bang Aziz where are you? I need you Bang...

Father and Mother looked very panicked, finally we drove three motorcycles to the Midwife's house, I was in a fireplace in the middle between Mother and Father, and finally we drove, because my body and my mother are small so of course fit one motor in three.

Because the condition of the midnight road is very quiet, before long we arrived at the house of Midwife who often I came to do the bullying. So panicked and in a hurry I forgot not to bring my phone, and also the bag I had prepared. Let me go home later to get it. Mom immediately pressed the doorbell, the front door was opened and the Midwife opened it directly.

" Assalamualaikum, this Mom_

" Waalaikumsalam, have you given birth?" Cut off the Midwife who seemed to understand when she saw me whimpering held back the pain." Let's take her in, ma'am, I'll check ya first." Mother immediately let me into the maternity room and lay on a small bed.

" It's still opening five huh Ma'am, wait until the tenth opening first, this is where her husband is?" Ask the Midwife after you finish checking.

" It's still on the way, ma'am. " My mother answered him, because I felt I had no energy, I suddenly endured the pain. I have to wait how much longer this is, it hurts so much, my waist just feels like it's coming off.

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