(Not) Old Friday

I need you

"Sir, there's a call from Mr. Niko." Yuda hands his phone to Reka after receiving a call from Niko.

She had just finished her meeting on that dark day. Suddenly there was a call from his father that made the feelings of Reka instantly more unpleasant.

"Yes, what's up, Dad?" Reka's heart immediately beat uncontrollably when she heard Nayla was about to give birth. "Every day? Oh, my God, yeah, I'm missing. Connect to the video call I want to see Nayla."

"Mas Reka." Nayla's weak voice sounded at the other end.

Designa's chest hurt like something was creeping at Nayla who was grimacing in pain. Right now he could not hug her to give her strength. He promised to accompany her to fight.

"Darling, you have to be strong. I'll be here soon."

"I'm not strong, Mom. I need Mas Reka."

"Yes, honey. Ja. I'll be here soon." She rubbed her face with those reddened eyes. "Dad, get uncle to pick me up with his helicopter, now! I'll wait on the roof of the Swiss Hotel Belinn."

After her father's assent, Reka turns off the call. He walked quickly to his room. "Yuda, you clear all the files and you take my car tomorrow. I have to go back now."

"Yes, sir."

The designer stepped towards his room. There was no time to search his cell phone or dinner.

After entering the room, Reka just took her sling bag. Then hand over the car keys and important files to Judah. After that he came out of the room and walked half-run down the hotel hallway to the elevator.

But accidentally he hit someone hard to make that person fall.

"Sorry," without seeing the man, Reka helped pick up some of the items that had fallen out of the woman's bag.

This right?

The design knitted her eyebrows looking at her phone which she found falling from the woman's bag. He looked at Nova who had now stood up and picked up his bag quickly.

"Nova!" their anger can no longer be contained. He's firmly strangled by Nova's hand as she's about to escape. "You deliberately took my phone!" snarled Roses in front of his face.

Nova shook his head. "No, I just found out that Kak Reka was left behind at the restaurant. It wants me back." Nova saw Reka's angry face this time. Very scary. Like an angel of death ready to take his life.

The design pushes Nova's body to the wall. "Now I don't have time to take care of you. Remember, I'll do the same calculation for you on this!" The designer clenched his hands and hit the wall hard. Then he immediately stepped up and got into the elevator.

He hit the top floor of the hotel. Then Reka turned on her phone, a while later many messages entered into her WA number. He immediately opened a message from Nayla and dozens of captions to the incoming call went unanswered.

"From this afternoon Nayla..." The designer is getting upset. He hit the elevator wall again to vent his regret. "I should have accompanied Nayla in the hospital by now. The shits! I was so stupid I missed this class."

The elevator door opened, he immediately ran up one more step to get to the roof of the hotel.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the helicopter approaching. She rubbed her tears which had unconsciously dripped.

"Uncle Rendra thank you for picking me up on time" said Reka who is now sitting next to her uncle. In the pilot position there are Rendra's men who drive the helicopter.

The helicopter flew back and headed for the hospital.

She pressed the tip of her eyes as her eyes continued to be filled with tears.

"You calm down and keep praying. Everything must be fine." Rendra tried to calm Reka down while rubbing her back.

...***...

At the hospital, Nayla still struggles with her pain.

"Tell the Doctor, I'll wait for Mas Reka first. I want to be accompanied by Mas Reka. Me Reka will be here soon."

Ms. Lela just rubbed Nayla's hair wet from sweat. A few times the tears were on her cheeks. She could not bear to see her daughter feeling heartburn until this whole day. "But you're strong, right? No papa, there's a mother who accompanies."

Nayla still shook her head. "I'm waiting for Reka. In a minute." Nayla is sure soon the plan will come. As she had said, she wanted to give birth in the company of Reka, either normally or surgically.

Nayla, who had been sitting while holding her mother's arm, again grimaced in pain. He rubbed his increasingly visible stomach down. "Darling, Papa's coming soon."

"Naila!" the call made several pairs of eyes look towards the door. The designer ran over and immediately knelt down in front of Nayla's stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I just came and didn't accompany you to fight all day."

Reka's face clung to Nayla's stomach with tears flowing down. She could not see Nayla's pale face with her heavy breath having an oxygen hose attached to her nose.

"Darling, Papa has arrived. Don't make your mom sick for too long. Come on, we fight together." The design kisses in Nayla's stomach as if delivering strength to Nayla.

Nayla is getting her hair. The heartburn is becoming more and more, now accompanied by a push from within and the seepage of amniotic fluid is getting faster.

Immediately Reka stood up because the Doctor would examine Nayla.

The doctor again examined Nayla's opening. "Thank God, the opening was perfect. No need to do surgery, we just move to the delivery room."

Nayla was already unable to bear the impulse from within it. He held onto Rik's hand tightly. Arriving in the delivery room, Nayla just opened her legs wide, the baby's crown was already visible.

Nayla continued to push and exert all her strength.

The designer did not care about Nayla's hands in her hair and the firm grip on her arms. She was grateful to finally be able to accompany Nayla struggling in this second.

Nayla took a deep breath and then she pushed back strongly. Finally the sound of the baby filled the delivery room.

Nayla smiled as she looked at the baby that the nurse had picked up, but her gaze grew blurred and darkened.

"Nay, Nayla!"