Because of the compulsion

Winning the War

"Chal ...."

"You're strong, honey! You can do it!"

"sickness ...."

"Come, madam, push the strong one!"

"Mrs ...!" Viona pushed hard, squeezing the Marshal's hand very tightly. His head shook not because of the sweat that had soaked his temples and forehead, even almost the entire body was wet.

"You can. You're strong, honey." The marshal gave his full support, accompanying his wife to give birth.

It takes up to eight hours after the administration of prostaglandin drugs inserted into the birth canal to stimulate the smooth process of discharge of the baby. And now is the time. It had been almost thirty minutes they had been there, witnessing how terrible a mother struggles to get her child out. The marshal unceasingly uttered a prayer in Viona's ear, giving her a kiss, no matter which shoulder and hand it hurt to use as a grip, when Viona strained.

"Come, lady, just a little more! Set his breath, yes. Breathe ... eject .. yes, so continue. Come on, the baby's coming out!"

"Chal, Argh ...." Viona pushed again stronger, squeezing the Marshal's shoulder with one other hand holding each other with her husband. Viona's hands were sweaty, her veins seemed to show how hard she was exerting.

"Don't cry, honey! You're strong!"

Marshal could say that, even though he was also sweating, his eyes were heating up not the power to cry to see his wife continue to be in pain.

"I told you once, your face is ugly when it cries. So don't cry, yeah. Don't cry, honey. Youcan. The Dedek can get out safely."

"Chal ...."

Viona's tears even shed again, when Marshal rubbed his face. Marshal's hand also moves to wipe the hair that is attached to the forehead. Viona's grip turned on the Marshal's hand, getting stronger and the heartburn on her stomach felt even more intense. The baby in the womb feels spinning, squeezing and continues to urge want to get out. As forcefully as he was pushing, fighting the pain with a mind that was already out of whack. He just wanted to end it all right now.

"Sickness, Chal ... Aargh ...."

The marshal gave a kiss and a whisper of prayer, getting closer to giving a boost of energy so that his wife could face this all quickly. He felt sorry for Viona. Not heart, if it were not for the birth of their child. Marshal was even willing to replace his current wife. Mind fucked. All he remembered was the figure of Rahma and Lina in his head. So great was their struggle at that time. And Marshal just found out, it turns out that a mother's struggle when giving birth is very powerful, until all the energy he transfers to Viona, it seems that it will not be enough to refort it all.

"Come, madam, his head is in sight." The doctor exclaimed in excitement, looking down between Viona's legs. "A little more. Come on, push the strong one!"

Then, Viona was getting stronger pushing again. Take a deep breath, throw it away quickly, then do another push against the heartburn in his stomach.

"Aargh ...!"

"Goddessa ...."

Everyone was crying, giving thanks in unison as the baby's voice echoed from the delivery room. Even Rahma and Lina have never been apart to hug each other, giving each other encouragement waiting for the birth of their grandchildren.

The atmosphere was tense, starting to feel light. They were crying full of haru. The two families congratulated each other while waiting for someone to come out to give good news.

***

"Tough daddy!"

His wife was being treated by a doctor, transferred to the ward. Marshal is told to take a short break, while Viona is accompanied by Rahma and Lina, women who have experience to accompany Viona to take care of all the postpartum things.

It was still imagined how great a Viona was fighting. The marshal sat in the waiting room, lowered his head with both hands covering his face. She didn't want to cry actually, but tears kept pressing to come out until she couldn't hold it back anymore. All mixed feelings. Haru and happy of course he felt so great in the chest. Marshal also did not refuse, he pityed to see Viona as she continued to be in pain. He is proud to have a wife like Viona who has managed to bring their child born into the world.

"You're a great father. Viona was great too. Later, papa is sure, you can be an exemplary parent."

Marshal's palms increasingly covered his face, not wanting others to see how his tears were now shed wetting his face. Vishnu rubbed his back, giving a boost of energy that was almost drained out Marshal gave to his wife.

I can't wait to see her son again. Marshal had only seen her once when the baby had just come out and the doctor showed her for a while while while pinned to Viona's chest, still covered in blood. Not long. Because after that the nurse brought their baby to be cleaned and Viona was also taken care of to be transferred to the nursery.

Marshal's head is raised. His palms rubbed wet on his face. Perhaps for the first time he dared to shed tears in the presence of others, other than Rio and his wife. Actually he was embarrassed, but the clear liquid could not be held still represented an already unstoppable sense of happiness.

"Master Marshal can come in. The madam kept asking for her husband."

The marshal stood up as a nurse approached him. He saw another family for a moment, got permission to move on. There is his family and also the Viona family, not least until Vino and his wife, also Michella who even still wears school uniforms. It seems like he hastily came there.

"Darling ...."

Seeing Viona smiling on the treatment bed with a tired face so obvious, Marshal wanted to cry again. But, no. Marshal can hold it this time. He approached Viona with weak steps, a smile felt heavy to present.

Strong women who have struggled for hours in the delivery room, convulsing by exerting all their energy, now he looks better after being unconscious because the energy has been drained to get rid of the Dedek.

"I'm hungry" whined Viona, looking limp.

Marshal sprightly, glanced at the table that was already available food and medicine prepared by the nurse. Lina and Rahma had already left, letting them both go first. Or maybe they're looking for something for Viona and her son.

Their baby was not there, still being handled by the nurses. It is possible that the two mothers who have become grandmothers saw their grandchildren, so let Marshal take care of Viona this time.

"Is it still sick?" The marshal watched Viona's entire body lying down. She was anxious, considering how painful the birth process was.

"A little bit of an ache, below," Viona grimaced softly. "But it doesn't hurt anymore." He smiled sweetly making Marshal powerless to give a warm kiss on his forehead.

Marshal feeds Viona quietly, unceasingly thanking her and praising her greatness while fighting in the delivery room. How powerful a madam Marshal is. She is a strong woman who is now a mother.

"Udah." Viona shook her head, as the Marshal offered another bribe. It had almost one plate going into his stomach, the rest of a few more mouthfuls. Viona's energy was depleted, so she was greedy to eat. But now I feel full.

"Eat again, dear. Let the recovery be quick. Mom time drowned. You're gonna have a baby."

Viona chuckled, rubbing the hand of the Marshal she had been holding since. Her smile expanded and was willing to take another bribe from her husband.

"Eat a lot, yes, Mama."

"Yes, Papa."