Warm Maid
The struggle of life and death

And starting a new day in a new place becomes the beginning of a long journey. Adaptation in one place turned out to be quite attention Cyclone and Alia.

In one pretty nice complex house, Alia lived her days happily. Looking forward to having a baby who will be born in a few weeks. And the Typhoon with the busy new office is also a new task that is quite heavy.

Alia began to blend in with the neighbors around her house. The hospitality of the neighbors is enough to make Alia feel at home. Even from that closeness Alia helped in choosing obstetricians and activities that help for the health of pregnant women, such as gymnastics and yoga.

In one night. Typhoon who had just finished bathing, finally came out of the room with the wife who had been greeted the faithful waiting for him at the dinner table.

"Today you're meeting that midwife??"

"So mas.." said Alia by giving a plate to the husband who had just sat in the dining chair.

The cyclone accepts and puts it in front.

"But are you sure you want a normal hand??"

Alia nodded with a calm face.

"But.." The typhoon looks agitated. "Birth normally she says it hurts more??"

Alia smiling.

"Yes, her name is also nature." replied Alia as it is.

The cyclone breathed. There is a wild worry that can now master the new father-to-be. The calculation of the pregnancy of the wife who is getting close to HPL makes him not calm.

"Tomorrow there is a new helper." said Typhoon.

Alia surprised.

"New helper??"

"Yes, you can't be left alone like this. Brother ironing clothes is no problem, but this is a maid to always be at home to take care of you.."

"That's the maid who lives here??"

Typhoon nodded.

"For what?? Alia feels unnecessary, Alia is still willing to do all the work.."

"You're pregnant old baby." cut the Typhoon firmly.

Alia fell silent.

"Mas does not want, my mind goes everywhere during the work stay...understand??"

Alia did not answer, the firm nature of the husband is very obvious as if a firm figure of a lawyer is looking for Alia.

Seeing Alia silent with a downcast look made Typhoon feel guilty. He knew very well the nature of Alia who was more sensitive if just a little sound was firm.

The typhoon moved from his seat and towards the seat of the wife who looked down.

The typhoon instantly descended and knelt before Alia. He grabbed the fingers of the future mother of the children.

"Sorry.." said Typhoon slowly by staring at the look of Alia's sad face. "I mean.. I want when you're outside to see, we don't know when our baby will be born. At least there are close people who can help you at any time." explained the gentle Typhoon.

Typhoon fingers stroked the wife's stomach.

Alia's gaze bore a shade and she touched her husband's fingers.

"I'm sorry mas.." said Alia slowly.

Typhoon up.

"Because Alia's already made the mas so worried.."

The typhoon sighed while smiling knots.

"Mas only has you and this little baby." said Typhoon while changing his fingers to grip Alia's fingers. "You two are my priority.."

Alia touched. Alia's free hand touched the husband's face. Then slowly dropped one kiss on the head of the Typhoon.

"Yes, Dad.. Mommy will obey" said Alia with a soft firm face of the husband.

The two gave each other a meaningful smile with their hands together as if strengthening each other.

***

1 Week later. In one morning we saw the face of Typhoon.

But the wife casually prepared the clothes of the husband in a suitcase.

Typhoon must join client to Malaysia. But his heart was heavy with the sight of his wife.

Alia closed the suitcase and went to prepare breakfast for her husband.

Typhoon is still busy with a phone that has taken time.

In the end, Alia feeds her husband with cereal.

Typhoon can not be convoluted, he also ate from the mouthful of the wife who looks calm-quiet just knowing the husband will be served.

Until finally Typhoon had to leave, Alia still faithfully accompanied until their doorstep.

Typhoon kisses the wife's lips. Then go down to kiss the stomach of the wife who already looks perfectly round in pregnancy that is quite old.

Typhoon's face was agitated, but Alia's face looked calm.

"It's only 3 days." said the heavy Typhoon so that he repeated the words he had said several times this morning.

"Yes, not papa.. Mas focus only, if there is anything Alia must be directly phone mas.." said Alia.

But the Typhoon could not be as calm as the old pregnant wife died.

"Sir, if there is any news I am fast yes" message Typhoon to the new maid he imported from Jakarta thanks to the help of Johan and Dinda.."

"Yes sir." said the maid who was ready.

The cyclone is back to his wife.

"Mas go yes.."

Alia nodded slowly. Jemari Typhoon is still faithfully rubbing the face of the wife. Then slowly the hand released the wife who stood in front of the porch of the house.

The Typhoon moves with weight.

Alia faithfully gave a warm smile to the husband who was getting away towards the car that had been waiting for him.

"Well.. Dad" cried Alia.

Typhoons can only smile. He was still speechless to see the wife so strong, and he was still anxious.

And finally the Typhoon went away.

***

But only one day the departure of Typhoon Dinas.

On the morning of the second day. Alia who was still asleep looked agitated. He felt that his stomach was a little uncomfortable.

There was such a strong feeling that he occasionally felt.

Because of that, Alia woke up from her sleep. He wanted to drink a glass of warm milk, perhaps it would help relieve his stomach pain.

When you open the refrigerator door. Suddenly the pain that was so strong happened again.

"Akh.." sizzled Alia who was reflexively holding her stomach. Alia's body reacted with that intense pain.

Alia tried to calm herself down, she looked at her stomach.

"What?? is it time?" ask Inner Alia.

"Mistress??" bibik exclaimed in shock when he saw the hostess had a sign of giving birth from her feet that came out with a rushing liquid.

***

In a different place. Typhoon is preparing to perform one important task this morning.

Surprised by an unexpected phone call.

"WHAT??" shaken surprised. "What about Alia??"

"The lady's in the hospital, sir.."

"Well, I'll be home soon." said Typhoon firmly amid his anxiety. And that communication was cut off.

Before long Typhoon called someone that early.

***

On the other side. Alia is now lying in one of the hospital rooms. He is seen sleeping sideways with eyes that he deliberately shut to withstand the waves of love that he occasionally feels.

According to the nurses who checked on Alia's condition. The birth canal is still too far away, yes it is still opening 4. This happens because the birth canal is still narrow, so from some women it takes longer for the birth canal to open perfectly. And they advise to be patient by staying calm and breathing arrangements.

Patiently Alia obeyed the order, she gently stroked her stomach.

"Honey, help Mother yes, we both have to be strong" whispered inner Alia who tried to telepathize with the future baby who will be born in this world.

But by noon, not much had changed. The birth canal of baby Alia only increased by 1 which is to open 5.

The nurse advised Alia to take a walk so that the birth canal could open quickly.

But he felt unable, the pain that was getting stronger made him weak.

The aunt helped rub the back of the employer who looked weak.

"Madam, be patient, sir is on his way home" said the aunt as if encouraging.

Jemari Alia clasped the end of the blanket agitatedly. The core part is so sore, that his body is not strong enough to withstand the tremendous pain.

With the occasional pioneer of pain, Alia tried hard to get through the opening phase for so long.

***

Until late in the afternoon, finally the figure that was in later arrived.

Typhoon with hasty steps looking for the delivery room.

His heart was unquestionably agitated. When I heard the moaning behind the delivery room.

A nurse held off Typhoon's steps.

"Sorry sir, can't get in.."

"I'm Alia Zatifah's husband, my wife is giving birth.."

"Oh, well, sir, please" said the nurse by opening the door.

Typhoon entered and finally he got the face of the wife was twitching in pain in the delivery room.

There was a voice of a female doctor giving instructions to Alia who was betting her life there.

"Come on. breathe again mother" the doctor's instruction in front of the baby's birth door.

The aunt who accompanied was immediately shocked to see the old man was already there.

"Madam, sir is home." he exclaimed in relief.

Alia's face that had been drenched in cold sweat also turned with a face of pain.

The typhoon immediately approached and immediately grabbed Alia's fingers holding the edge of the bed.

"Darling??"

"Mass?" exclaimed Alia with a face that finally cried.

There was a taste he could not express. Alia was really tired, tired with calm that was really drained to fight to give birth to the baby.

The typhoon immediately kissed the wife's forehead to calm down.

"I'm here!!" said the Typhoon gave Alia's physical support that looked exhausted.

And before long the excruciating pain returned to Alia. Instantly Alia's body twitched back as if called to fight.

"Yes.mom again.pull another breath"

Alia again complied by trying to be strong with a weaker body.

Cyclone fingers feel the strong grip of the wife.

There was a painful groan from Alia's lips that she could not bear.

"Ohmmm.."

The typhoon also felt the tension of the birthing situation that was so draining calm.

He rubbed the face of Alia who gave up.

"Come buk, a little more.. "

"Alia??" the cyclone tried to help. He rubbed the fingers of the wife who lost her voltage again.

"Come, buk.. already want the head already visible." said the doctor. "Come sir, encourage his mother.."

The typhoon moved and immediately ate the tired face of Alia. He rubbed his almost pale face with cold sweat there.

The cyclone again clutched his hand.

"Darling?? sorry for making you this sick" said the Typhoon with tears that involuntarily fell.

Alia was eating between her consciousness. Looks Typhoon gently rubbed his stomach perfectly rounded. He looked at her as if her husband was whispering there.

Then shortly back Typhoon kissed Alia soft forehead.

Alia could only feel. But before long the excruciating pain hit Alia's body to again gasp to receive the urgent pressure down there to get out immediately.

"Aaaa.." erang Alia umpteenth time. But this time, he should be stronger.

"Yes God.. Mother, mother.please.." Alia's inner screams quietly circulated the remaining.

Before long something came out very quickly and Alia gasped for breath after successfully removing the baby.

"The baby was born" said the doctor happily and immediately gave the baby over the body of the mother who looked almost lost consciousness.

The sound of crying babies also sounded loud and strong. Some nurses are happy to see a moment they have even seen.

Typhoon cries by hugging Alia who received their baby who was finally born safely and perfectly.

Alia cried wonderfully haru, she could not speak when she could feel the embrace of the red baby that had just been born.

"Congratulations, now you're really a mother" whispered the Typhoon with a trembling voice.

Assalamualaikum, from Rayden Musyaffa, bb 3.5 kg. pray Rayden be a good boy yaa aunt online 😘😘

Rayden and dad Typhoon 😘😘