Against Julid's In-laws

Seraph

I was immediately rushed to the hospital. I have also contacted Mas Bagas, informed me of my situation and asked Mas Bagas to immediately follow us to the hospital.

It's been almost half a day, but no progress. Opening still stuck in opening three. Ah, it doesn't feel good.

All the families have arrived. Papa and stepmother, even my mother from Jakarta, are already on her way here.

I've rolled right, rolled left, cried, tried to laugh, but still the mules are not lost. Decades of pain and mules when loose. It really makes me want to give up. However, for the sake of my beloved son I must fight against this pain. If mothers out there can give birth to their children safely and healthily, then I can too.

"Ma, Mom, stepmom, everybody, I'm sorry, torch, torch." I was afraid that I could not apologize, as well as ask for their sincerity so that the delivery process was smooth.

After dawn, there was good news.

"The opening is complete. Let's start the delivery process." Speak midwives who will help the process of birth.

"Bismillah, honey, you can definitely !" Mas Bagas.

"Mom, take a breath.. and then push."

"eeeeee... Argh"

One hand held onto the hospital bed, and the other held onto Mas Bagas' arm. My husband looked weak first. Understandably, he was most afraid of seeing blood.

"Darling, I just wait outside well, later the mother who cemented here. Original, Mas not strong, very lemes. That's a lot of blood."

"So ! You can't go out. I have to keep me here. It hurts so much, Mom... Arrgh !"

"Come, Mom. A little more. This is his head already visible."

I clutched Mas Bagas' hand with all my might, took a deep breath, recited a prayer in my heart, asked for help so that the process of birth could be facilitated.

"So, Mom !"

"eeeeee.... Argh!"

"Ouch... Sick, baby." Bagas shouted. I pulled her hair as hard as I could. Let all of you share the pain. Make it delicious both, the pain must also be a joint venture.

"Gr. ownk...o..wek..."

"Alhamdulillah, baby girl, ma'am. Born perfectly and healthy."

"Thank God,"

I don't feel tears coming. My whole body was in excruciating pain. It feels like life is at the end of the throat. But as soon as I heard the sound of my baby crying, all the pain disappeared. Truly miracle.

"Thank God, thank you, baby... Thank you, my son."

Bagas kissed my forehead and was unceasingly grateful. My heart melted and felt warm with his attitude. Grateful, the husband always accompanied even though he was no less weak because he was so afraid to see blood.

"Sir, his son has been bathed. Please diazani."

Mas Bagas echoed the adhan in the ears of our son. The happy tears so profusely flowed down Mas Bagas cheeks. My husband's Adhan's voice was sweet and penetrated into the soul. I also contracted it, along with crying haru happy.

O Allah, thank you for this wonderful sustenance and trust. May our daughter be the son of Soleha, contributing both to religion and to the country. And may this little angel be the bringer of peace in our family.

When I finished, I was allowed to hug my daughter. I grabbed her tiny body.

"Thank you for fighting, baby. Great Father and Mother." I'm not stopping kissing my daughter. His eyelids were still closed, and his thin lips, much like his father.

"Two nymphs of Father..." We smiled at each other and hugged like a telephoto. This is the greatest happiness I feel.

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One week has passed. It's exciting as well as a lot of drama as a new parent. But, fortunately, during the birth the mother-in-law's attitude turned very warm to me. Usually he's fussy because of Julid, now fussy for my own good. Starting from bathing Kiara and cooking food for me.

For some reason, the mother-in-law suddenly noticed. Maybe he was very happy because he was given his first grandchild. Or afraid because there is my mama here too, so good heart mode, deh. Ah, I don't know.

"Thank you, well, Mrs Ratih, very kind to my son." Say Mama.

"Let's just relax, besan is sitting pretty sweet, let me take care of our grandchildren."

"Ready, Mrs Train."

"Alhamdulillah, well, son. Your in-laws are good to you." My mother turned to me.

"Hehehe, yeah, that's it." I show the grin of horses.

My mom doesn't know my husband's family is toxic. Of course, which child wants to burden his parents. All this time I pretended to be fine in front of Mama. Yes, even if it were too much later, I would have told Mama.

"The shaman has come, come on, the show is about to begin, besan." Call mother-in-law.

Today there is a Puputan event. Traditional Javanese events when the child's navel has dried up. The series of events includes thanksgiving, several traditions, as well as aqiqah events.

"Duh, what a beauty your son, Yu. Similar to you, but 70% like his father, hihihi."

"Hahaha, what the hell is this Madam Intan. How the story goes, it looks like me but 70% of it looks like Mas Bagas."

"Hehehe... Ihh, giddy with the baby. Hope it's snaky, yeah." Said Mother Intan while stroking her stomach.

"Whose name, Yu ?"

"Kiara Mubsira, Ma'am."

"Well, what a pretty name. As beautiful as her. What the hell does ?"

"That is, a child who has the light of intelligence."

"Amiin, duh. Pengen. Oh yes, Yu, your brother-in-law the magician, Julid, where's that wall face ?"

"Hahaha, Madam Intan there is a language. Do not know tuh, Ma'am, since I was born, Mbak Dita ngerem continued in the room. Don't know, maybe lay eggs again."

Since I was born, the attitude of Mbak Dita has indeed changed. He locked himself in more rooms. Maybe now he's on leave to mess with me, because there's still empathy with his nephew. Good, at least after recently this birth, I can relax first. Focus on taking care of my baby without messing around with the attitude of my sister-in-law who likes to abstract. Yeah, let's just say that the battle between me and brother-in-law is off for a while. I really hope he doesn't make noise anymore, although I'm not sure because the seeds of excitement and unrest seem to have ingrained my brother-in-law.

"Well, take Kiara forward, we start the custom procession."

Event after event is done. I don't know the names of the stages of the show, but as long as it's good, it's okay. Its name is also cultural, preserved because it contains elements of goodness.

Of all the series of events, this is the most awaited event, namely saweran. Time to waste money. The neighbors are already crowded, ready to accommodate the rain of money.

Wers!

"Sawers,"

"Here...here..." The fans were waiting for the rain. And I am happy to share my sustenance through this thanksgiving.

The highlight was continued aqiqah study and haircut. Study more syahdu and wisdom.