Wrong Uterus
Chapter.52

...Every time I saw him put his hands on the prayer mat, my heart told me many times that this is Khodijahku......

...Someone whom God has allowed to accept all my prayers and hopes. Someone who is not perfect, just like me, but finally we meet to perfect each other....

...The secret that God tidied up was so beautiful that when I had it, I was made to always be grateful. Being accompanied by living with him taught me that the purpose of life is not just to be happy but to pursue the blessings and graces of God....

...Syifa, I love you not only about how long I can live with you the world, but I think of ways that I deserve to be with you in eternal life, later....

...-Arman Alfarizi...

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Month

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Sakes

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Month

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Passed so fast...

"Assalamualaikum, yes ukhti."

Syifa turned her head shortly after the completion of the Ashar prayer. He saw the husband who did not come empty-handed today. "Waalaikumsalam, what did you bring?"

Arman's face immediately shrunk sharply when he saw the wife instead focus on the paper bag in his hand. "Home home, try kiss first, or hug first."

"Astaghfirullah, sorry to forget." Syifa wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and landed a brief kiss on both sides of the cheeks that were covered in fine fur. "Welcome to my husband's house, how is his job today, smoothly?"

"Alhamdulillah, today Mas won a big project tender." Slowly Arman's hand gently stroked the wife's stomach that was getting bigger after the womb that entered nine months. "Your stomach is getting bigger, it looks like our kids are fat."

Syifa chuckled to herself when she saw the expression on her husband's face which she thought was very funny. "Mas is just. Now can I see the contents of the paper bag?

"Maybe, this is your favorite cake. I happened to pass by in his shop, even though my rame was still in line for the sake of my dear wife."

"Alhamdulillah, my husband is the best." Syifa sat on the sofa of her room and took out the contents of the paper bag. But his facial expression seemed to change instantly. "How much cake does blueberry taste? I love strawberries."

Arman approached Dane and grabbed a box of cake in Syifa's hand. "Oh that was the strawberry, if you wait mateng longer, yes already there are berries too." He put the cake back on the sofa table.

"Where is Mas, strawberries and blueberries are different. I wasn't thinking about eating this, but since Mas bought it and tasted it wrong, we'll go back to the store tonight."

"Hemm alright, but finish check up huh. Tonight's your routine check-up schedule." Arman again looked at the date on his phone screen to make sure it wasn't the wrong day.

"Astaghfirullah, forgot. Then I'll take a shower first, we'll leave magrib." Syifa immediately stepped towards the bathroom, leaving the husband still standing there.

Arman looked at the wife's departure while shaking his head. "Whatever my wife is, she's also a human being." Arman opened the box and tasted a piece of cake. "I think strawberries and blueberries are the same."

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At seven o'clock in the evening, Syifa and Arman finally arrived at the hospital, and tonight they have arranged an appointment with Annisa for a final check-up before delivery, which is expected to be three weeks away.

"Assalamualaik."

Annisa who was busy in front of her laptop suddenly looked at the door. "Waalaikumsalam, finally came also pregnant, pakmil. Come on, sit down."

Especially for traveling far like this, Syifa's waist always hurts. "She, are there any medications to reduce pain?"

"Yes right, the last week Syifa has been difficult to move," Arman continued.

"Later to prescribe yes, it is natural because Syifa contains twins, do not be afraid let alone bring stress," said Annisa trying to calm the couple.

"Alhamdulillah, then what today do I have to USG again?" ask Syifa.

"Of course, since your baby is a twin we should always make sure there are no problems inside, come on." Annisa got up from her seat and followed Syifa and Arman.

On top of the hospital gurney, Syifa was lying down while being helped by a nurse, an assistant from Annisa. When she was ready, Annisa approached and began to point an instrument at Syifa's abdomen.

"How, Nis. Aman?" asked Arman who always seemed nervous when the wife checked. Yes, the trauma of losing chili is still very imprinted in memory.

Annisa sees Arman and Syifa in turn. "Emm this, actually the condition of your baby is healthy, it's just ...."

"What is Nis?" Syifa suddenly became tense.

"Ah this .. Your fetus is both healthy, but your amniotic fluid is very little, one of the fetuses is also wrapped around the umbilical cord so that it is not possible to be born normally. If we have surgery next week, you ready?"

"What, surgery!" arman and Syifa said simultaneously.

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At ten o'clock in the night, Syifa was still sitting with her face on. Yes, he was already sitting there, after finishing praying Isya. The news delivered by Anisa earlier really made Syifa a little surprised.

As a woman who is first facing labor, of course, she wants her labor to run normally without having to involve the operating table.

But again man can only plan but God is the determinant of everything. The long breath again sounded soft when Syifa's mind was filled with cesarean section.

"Still upset?" Arman who suddenly came, immediately sat next to his wife. "No need to think about it, no matter how our child is born, you are still a great mother."

With teary eyes Syifa looked at her husband. "But my ideal is normal childbirth, I want to feel the pain of straining, because it is part of a Mother Mas struggle."

Arman wiped away the tears that began to flow from the corner of his wife's eyes. "Have not cried again, later we pray tahajud and istikharah to ask for peace of heart and guidance. Now that you have to sleep, pregnant women shouldn't have much thought."

After a brief peek at his wife's forehead, Arman led his wife to lie down. On the edge of the bed he was still sitting while gently rubbing the head of the wife.

"All you have to think about now is that soon we will meet our children, how they cry, how our babies will breastfeed for the first time."

"Mas, right. I thought about that enough, yeah. Can't you wait to accuse our children?"

Arman nodded his head quickly. "Of course, I've been practicing every day so that later it will not be fals when the day H."

Syifa could finally smile back when she heard her husband's words. She slowly closed her eyes while holding her husband's hand.

Shortly after the wife fell asleep, Arman's worried facial expression finally began to appear. In front of Syifa, he may try to keep looking relaxed and strong, even though he was nervous because the operation will last one more week.

O God protect my wife and child, inward Arman.

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assalamualaikum mother Yuk stopped by my latest novel entitled forced to propose. This novel is a story about the words of Syifa's ex-husband.