USTADZ
91. Be born!

Ustadz Amar ran as hard as he could while holding Shahla in both hands. His face panicked and he immediately shouted at the security guard standing at the hospital door to help his wife go to the delivery room.

The hospital was suddenly in chaos. The nurses immediately followed up on Syahla's condition. After inspection, it turns out that Syahla has entered the opening three.

"Can you do it, Doc? My wife's gestational age is only eight months old, is it possible that this is a premature birth?" ask Ustadz Amar after Syahla is done. He who was initially panicked had begun to calm down after making sure his wife was okay.

"I'm sorry sir, there seems to be an error in the age of the womb. So actually Mrs Shahla is now nine months old sir, not eight months."

"Astaghfirullah's.." Ustadz Amar pulled his hair back with a riled face. "Couldn't you? So how's doc now?"

"Once again we apologize, sir. For now, we have to wait until the opening of ten, and the baby can be born."

Ustadz Amar nodded his head despite the fact that he was upset because the miscalculation made them less prepared in the face of labor. Syahla's parents will only come in two weeks, so they will have to face this alone.

After the talk with the doctor was over, Ustadz Amar then approached Syahla who had been lying on a hospital bed. His hand was pierced by an infusion needle. Seeing the arrival of the husband, Syahla immediately showed her best smile, even though her face could not lie was holding back the pain from inside her stomach.

"It hurts?" Ustadz Amar stroked the wife's stomach gently. "I want to tell Abah to Umi. How do you think?"

Syahla hurriedly shook her head. "Don't. They will panic later. Let's tell him the baby's just been born,"

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. Now looking around, his wife looks very mature. It was seen from his smile that was still trying to crack even though he felt very pain. Whereas in the past, his wife could complain almost a full week just because her foot accidentally tripped the foot of the table. It seems, the motherly soul of Shahla began to appear.

For several hours, Ustadz Amar and Syahla waited anxiously. To help him pick up items from the apartment, Ustadz Amar had already contacted Anggika. Anggika gladly helped, although she was a bit shocked because she did not think Syahla would give birth early.

Two hours after they entered the hospital, doctors finally declared Syahla's birth canal complete. The doctor and several nurses then helped Syahla, while Ustadz Amar stood beside the bed holding his wife's hand.

"Come on, after the count of three, push strong huh. One, Two, three!"

"Abkkhhh!" Syahla pressed down while screaming with all her might. The doctor then ordered Syahla to take a deep breath, before straining back. After wrestling with death, finally the loud voice of a baby broke in the small room.

"Oekkkkb.. Oekkkp.. Oekk.."

"Alhamdulilbaobbil'alamin..." Ustadz Amar kissed his wife's face as a form of gratitude and gratitude because his wife had worked hard. Syahla was sobbing. The pain that made her feel almost dead instantly disappeared, when she heard her son's cry.

The doctor handed the baby over to the father. Ustadz Amar carefully carried his little son, then gently echoed the adhan and iqomah in both ears of the son.

"God willing.." Shahla unceasingly called Asma Allah. The doctor then placed the little baby on Syahla's chest, and funnyly, the tiny baby squirms to find the source of her life.

"Thank you dear" Ustadz Amar clasped his wife's hand. "Thank you for fighting to give birth to our child."

"Thank you, too" Syahla kissed her husband's hand. "Thank you for always being faithful to accompany me to the end."

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A few days after giving birth, Syahla was declared healthy and could go straight home. The two of them returned to the apartment with their smiles, feeling that their family's happiness was complete due to the presence of the baby.

"Be careful, dear" Ustadz Amar swiftly helped his wife push the elevator button, then made sure there was no danger whatsoever that could befall the baby and the mother.

"I opened the door" Ustadz Amar returned swiftly to open the door of the apartment. The condition of the apartment that was pitch black clearly made Ustadz Amar immediately look for a light switch button that was near the door.

"Not Umi, Abah, Papa and Mom have gone to the apartment first, huh Mas? How is it still so dark?" Syahla asked as she patted her son who started writhing uneasily. "Mad's spiel, this is our son already in his power."

"Yes, baby, just a second. Well, where the hell is the button? Well, here it is!"

Click!

"THE SURVEY!!!"

Both Syahla and Ustadz Amar pegged for a moment. They did not expect that in front of them had gathered a large family. Syahla's parents, Ustadz Amar's parents, Hafsa, Gus Sahil, Anggika, Ren's sister, even Mama Ida. They seemed excited to welcome the arrival of Shahla and her baby while carrying cakes and cute balloons.

"Oh God! What the fuck? How I was welcomed all," Syahla rubbed the corner of her eyes that felt watery because she was moved.

"Well, how come you cry to nduk? We will welcome you with joy, yes you should be happy dong!" Umi Zahra who first approached Syahla and embraced the princess lovingly.

"Yes loh. You know not if for the sake of welcoming you, Mas to have to niup a balloon using his mouth. Well, tired if you think about it again," Gus Sahil as usual said ignorantly.

"Oh Mas Gus, don't overdo it. I didn't even look at myself. There's Ren too. Don't feel tired yourself!" Hafsa the wife, nudging her husband's arm.

"Huhuhoo.. I cry because I am moved...Thanks yeah.. Because you've been fighting for a surprise for me.." Syahla said as she wiped away the tears.

"I accuse my dear.." Mama Ida hugged her daughter-in-law. "Yes alike. We did this because we love you. We also want to congratulate you because from today, you are legally called mother."

"Tuh," said Gus Sahil. "Duh, I didn't think so. The little boy who used to snot, often cry because he still likes to wet the bed, eh now even have a baby. What matters later if the child cries do not cry yes!" gus Sahil said. Hearing that, Shahla immediately glanced at her brother with an annoyed look.

"Hil, don't be teased that's your sister. He must be tired, let it rest." Tukas Abah Baharuddin who made Gus Sahil immediately silenced his mouth.

"That's what Abah said. You rest first, let the baby Mbah Uti who is fat," Umi Zahra spoke her own call, then reached out to reach for the grandson.

"Eh, uh, let it be the same Oma aja yes," Mama Ida moved faster than Umi Zahra, had snatched the tiny baby from her mother's arms. Umi Zahra was clearly protesting.

"Replace the mbak, same Mbah Uti yuk Le,"

"Grandmother also wanted to be fat," Ustadz Amar's mother who had been silent had suddenly come to speak, becoming the third participant to fight over their grandson.

Seeing the debate, Syahla and Ustadz Amar immediately looked at each other. Looks like their baby already has one problem in his life, which is the seizure of three overprotective grandmothers!