Babysit Wife Candidate

The memories returned (Najwa)

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Hideo, gently squeezing a limp drooping palm . The cheerful and fussy wife, is now asleep in her pain.

His heart is like a dagger, sick and sore. When he saw the tools, which were attached almost all over Ameera's body.

The room was quiet and cold, only the sound of his wife's vital organ detector was heard.

It felt like he wanted to throw the damn thing that wrapped Ameera's head. Beautiful hair that is always covered with long khimar, now scattered irregular tangles.

Two days of not sleeping well, making both of Hideo's eyes feel heavy.

Those beautiful memories, kept flashing within his brain. When Ameera had a severe cravings in the first trimester of her pregnancy, no food or drink came in.

The situation was very weak, requiring his wife to be in intensive care for one week.

How, he continued to follow the development of Ameera's pregnancy, which was not easy patiently and attentively.

Not to mention when giving birth, forty-eight hours already the wife felt excruciating pain due to contractions, the opening that was running slowly but the pain had almost made her like a corpse.

His face was pale, with cheeks always wet with tears. Although moans and cries were not spoken from both lips Ameera. Because, only the holy verse and dhikr that Hideo heard.

However, he knew, his wife was suffering in her struggle bearing the fruit of their love.

An istighfar rang out from Ameera's tiny mouth, as the mighty contraction appeared again. Scrolls of sweat the size of corn sticking out on his forehead and temples. Seeing the worrisome condition, the nurses continue to check the condition of the fetus in the womb Ameera.

Where the baby, it was detected has been wrapped around his own umbilical cord. Fortunately, it did not strangle her neck, so Ameera remained adamant to be able to give birth normally.

But destiny says something else. Amniotic fluid that seeps out causes the fetus, their future baby lacks oxygen.

His heart rate was weak. Not to mention, Ameera was already helpless because it had been seven hours struggling with the help of local induction.

Where this induction, accelerates contractions in the uterus. Causing heartburn and cramps many times, to feel like your entire bone, as if to be pulled out simultaneously.

Hideo is not strong, seeing his wife like someone who is dying. He was also worried that the child in the Ameera womb was getting weaker. Until, Hideo forced the Doctor to perform a cesarean section.

"I'm sorry, I love you...,"

"I can no longer see you withholding pain" Hideo said as he escorted Ameera's gurney into the operating room.

Until , finally the relief came. When the sense of hearing, it captures the crying sound of a baby girl.

The happiness was evident, when the nurse handed the baby wrapped in a bedong cloth into her sling.

His tears were shed, when his tongue was the first Adhan. And, Hideo must do it in the right ear of the baby, the fruit of his love with his beloved wife. Continue, with iqomah in the left ear.

There are benefits he learned this long before the baby was born into the world.

Yes, Hideo secretly studied the religion of Islam, especially the ordinances of prayer and fasting. So, when the ustaz knows that soon he will have a baby. There, the ustaz suggested to Hideo to learn the adhan. His heart trembled, staring at that tiny face with those closed eyes.

Ameera who saw the heartwarming event from a distance, gave thanks many times in her heart. That pride poured out of his chest cavity.

See a Hideo, whose religious background and life were long before they were together. Like believing in disbelief, how could her husband pit their baby so well and tenderly.

His second eyes collided, until finally a smile of happiness was engraved from the lips of the two of them. Hideo, put a deep kiss on Ameera's pale forehead.

"Thank you for fighting, baby,"

"Now, I have had a graceful queen, as well as a beautiful princess." Hideo, thus staring alternately at his wife and also the baby in his arms, then kiss them alternately.

"Ish, stop. You're making my face wet" Ameera protested in her sulking style. Because Hideo did not stop kissing the entire area of his face.

"Why are you protesting, baby?"

"Look, even my little daughter is silent" complains Hideo, not accepting rejection.

"That's because, he's tired so he's resigned." cebik Ameera did not want to lose.

"Are you not tired? just gave birth but it's getting chatty again" Hideo joked.

"Of course I'm tired, you keep pestering me" Ameera argued.

"Haish, I'm the one who got it."

"Alright, you rest, recover your energy."

A flash of fond memories danced in Hideo's closed eyes. He gasped with gasping breaths and sweat along his forehead.

"Najwa, my daughter.., where are you son?" hideo muttered then rubbed his face. It turned out that he had been asleep for a while.

"Daddy, must've found you...."

"Before, the accursed man!" his promise to himself.

Hideo grabbed his smart phone, which he put in his suit pocket. Then he saw her calling someone.

Tuutt..

"How's it going?"

"(.........)"

"Replace, with a more reliable detective!"

"(.........)"

"Shortly, and give a good report!"

"Or, your badge bets!"

Tutt's.

The call has been unilaterally terminated.

*****

In another country....

"You, call your brother!"

"Najwa, still don't want to suckle!" kartika shouted at her second son who was watching a basketball game on his cable television.

Apparently, the four-headed woman was starting to get overwhelmed and out of her mind. The reason is, the baby Najwa since morning does not want to suckle at all. Just crying, after being tired of falling asleep and then waking up and crying again, until now his body temperature is a bit feverish.

She is confused, usually there is a husband who will help her take care of the baby.

Her two children suckled directly from the source. Therefore, Kartika seems to die of style, facing a baby who suddenly is present in his life. Moreover, this baby has a strong inner bond with his parents.

Kartika feels something is going on with the mother of this tiny baby, and hopefully it's not as bad as her shadow.

" Want, hurry up! Just get him home soon!" pekik Kartika impatient, while continuing to pet Najwa who was crying loudly.

" Yes, Um...,"

"It's just that the ball is lifted up this same brother,"

Tut.tut...

"That's right, it's ringing" Maulana pointed at the screen of her phone. He understood that at this time the umma was very agitated and confused. While, his only brother, did not also pick up the phone from him.

"Here, replace me who is carrying, Um," Maulana's pinta, while sticking out her hands.

"All right...." Kartika also handed over the tiny baby who continued to wrangle it.

"Be careful, watch his head, Mau!"her message.

" Yes, Um. I understand." Maulana had held the baby girl in her arms. He wished Najwa was a little more calm.

In his words, Maulana is a dhikr and asma ul husna.

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