
Satria echoed the Adhan in the ears of the baby who continued to cry and thrash, with a voice that shook but still sounded melodious to those who heard it.
After Satria finished the prosecution, the tiny baby fell asleep and carried her.
"Mom, please take the little guy. I was afraid to put it in my bed." said Satria who asked for help from Ms. Riska.
With pleasure, Riska's mother took her grandson from Satria's arms.
"You're so handsome, son." Riska's mother looked at the granddaughter's face and then placed it next to Raina.
Shortly after, assistant midwife Emil returned to the treatment room with food on a tray for Raina.
"Please eat, Ma'am. And this is a painkiller taken after eating, yes." said the woman.
"What pain reliever medication, Ma'am?" ask Raina.
"It's a drug to relieve pain in the birth canal that is sewn so that the stitches recover quickly, Ma'am." explained the woman.
Raina just nodded her head. And Emil's assistant midwife came out of the room, and left the happy family.
"Mom, was Raina stitched up?" raina asked as she pointed down towards the sensitive part.
"Yes, don't you feel it?" Riska's mother asked Raina again.
Raina shook her head, indeed before being sewn done anesthesia in the area that will be sewn first. Raina felt no pain.
"If you move a lot, you will feel the pain. So, you do not move much first and have to sit with very tight legs, so that the stitches do not come off and the wound quickly recovered." explained Ms. Riska.
"If the seams come off, it means they have to be stitched again?" raina asked with fear.
Riska's mother simply nodded her head in response. While Satria, just sitting looking at the face of Raina's son who is very similar to Clouds, his sister.
"Mom, Satria wants to go home first. Want to pick up mamah, he can't wait to meet his granddaughter." said Satria as she stroked gently the little guy's delicate cheeks.
"Yes, pick up. Surely he was very happy to meet his granddaughter in person." replied Ms. Riska.
"Deck ... Mas, pick up mommy first, yeah. Do you want anything? Let me bring you later." said Satria.
"Gak, Mum. Be careful, on the street." Raina replied as she shook her head.
Raina plays her phone, she uploads her happiness on her social media. There were many congratulations given by his friends.
"Rai, you better take a break. You haven't slept from last night, you also have to recover your strength. And get ready later tonight you have to come back to bed." Riska's mother counsels Raina.
"Yes, Mom. Oh yeah, if Sandra and mamah come later, wake Raina up, Mom." said Raina.
Two hours later, Santi's mother came with Satria. There was a twinkle of happiness on the face of Mother Santi when she saw a tiny baby who was sleeping soundly beside her mother.
Santi's mother shed tears as she got closer to her first grandchild. A child born from the womb of a tough girl because of her son's dirty deeds.
"Sat ..." call him Satria.
"Yes, Mah .." replied Satria.
"His face, Sat .. his face is so similar to your brother's." he sobbed his eldest son.
"Yes, Mah." Somehow there was a sense of sadness in his heart when he heard the mama say it. Although it was true, the face of the child was very similar to his sister.
So did Raina, who also quite heard her in-laws say about her son's face. It seems that he does not want his son to be equated with the person who has hurt him, even though the person is indeed the biological father of his child.
Raina hid her face, removing the clear speck that had escaped wetting her cheeks.
"Eh, there's Santi's mom .. Sorry Mom, I'm out of the toilet." said Ms. Riska.
"Yes, Mom. Nothing." replied Santi's mother with a smile.
"Look, Mom. Our granddaughter is very handsome." said Ms. Riska.
Santi's mother simply smiled and moved closer to Raina.
"Thank you, baby. You have given this handsome grandchild." said Santi's mother.
"Yes, Mah." Raina replied with teary eyes.
"Assalamualaikum ..." said Sandra and Mother Eva who just came.
"Walaikumsalam ..." replied everyone in the room looking at the source of the sound.
"Oh Allah, Raina .. congratulations yes, now you have the title of mother. Wow ... very handsome, onty's nephew." Sandra was too excited to the point of not being able to control her shrill voice.
"Sandra ... can the volume of her voice not be reduced? Poor thing, my son was surprised to hear the sound of a mercon eruption." Raina grumbled.
"Hehehe .. sorry, I'm too happy" Sandra said as she covered her mouth with her palms.
"Darling, congratulations ... on the birth of his handsome son?" said Mother Eva.
"Yes, Bun. Thank you." replied Raina.
"This is a gift from me and my mother" said Sandra while giving a large gift wrapped so beautifully.
"Gede really ... thanks onty, eyang." said Raina while mimicking the voice of a child.
"Excuse me ... I want to ask the name of the baby, because I will manage the creation of his birth certificate. Is there a name for her son?" Emil's midwife asks Raina and Satria as the parents of the baby.
Raina and Satria looked at each other. Then Raina took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"name ... Arkhan Al Fiqri Sanjaya." replied Raina.
Raina accidentally pinned Sanjaya's name behind her son's name, in order to keep in mind if his son is descended from the Sanjaya family.
"good. Have you fixed it, using this name?" Emil's midwife again confirms the name Raina said for her son.
"Yes, Madam Midwife" Raina answered kindly.
Emil's midwife returns to her study, leaving behind a group of families who are in Raina's room.
"Good name" said Santi's mother.
"He will be a man of noble heart, humble, wise and always triumphant." said Raina as she stared fixedly at the little face of her son.
"Amand ...." All accepted the prayer offered by Raina.
The name given by the parents was a prayer for her son, and Raina believed it. As a parent, of course Raina wants to give the best for her child. Including in the name.
And Raina really hopes for enough faces that are similar to her biological father, but not her behavior.
"Excuse me, everyone. I want to check Raina's blood pressure" Assistant Midwife Emil said.
"Yes, please." said Santi's mother gave space for the woman to approach Raina.
The woman, too, did her job.
"The pressure is 120/80, it's normal. And when we feel strong, we allow patients to go home" said Assistant midwife Emil.
"How, Rai? Are you feeling good?" ask Ms. Riska.
"Thank God, Raina was already feeling more energetic. Raina just wants to go home. After all, the house is also not far from here." replied Raina.
"My son wants to go home now, Ma'am" Riska's mother said.
"Okay, please finish the administration there" said the woman while showing a room like an office.
Satria followed Emil's assistant midwife to the room to complete the administration of Raina's delivery.
While the others help to clean up Raina's belongings. Baby Al has been held by his northern eyes, which is none other than Santi's mother.
While Riska's mother helps lead Raina to get out of bed. Satria who had just finished the payment, saw Raina who was exhausted once to walk. So he decided to help Raina.
"Let me help Raina, ma'am. You just get in the car first." said Satria.
"Yes, thank you Satria." said Ms. Riska and passed away leaving the two.
"Ehm, it's too slow for you to walk. Like a snail who objected to the shell." said Satria who was impatient with Raina who walked very slowly.
"Mas, I also want a normal path. But, this hurts. I heard it myself, what did you say? If I can't move too much, the stitches will come off." Raina grumbled.
Without a second thought Satria held Raina ala bridal style. Raina was surprised by Satria's sudden treatment.
"Mas, get me down. I'm ashamed." said Raina.
"Don't move much! Just shut up!" sahut Satria with his tone.
Raina closed her mouth. Raina poked her hand on Satria's neck, with that Raina could inhale the masculine scent of Satria's body. Raina felt her heart pounding erratically. Somehow he really wanted to put his head on Satria's boat. And finally he did that.
A single smile was engraved on Satria's lips, as Raina did just that.
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Huhuhu forgive the author who UP kemalam π Because the child is fussy again ask to be sent to play. But, the author still keeps the author's promise even though it is too late.
Happy resting all ππ΄