Beginning of Forced Marriage

Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 71



Nayna was taken to a special room for pregnant women, she asked the obstetrician who used to handle it to check her condition.


"This is only opening two," said the doctor after examining his condition.


"Is it still a long time Doc?" asked Nayna who was already feeling calmer, because the pain was not too felt anymore.


"Depending on the condition, everyone's process is different, some take a long time from the duration of the initial opening to the final opening, some take a short time" explained the Doctor.


"But it seems, it's still quite a while. You can try to make a light walk first, if you feel contractions again, can rest," continued the doctor.


"Can I go home, Doc?" ask Nayna.


"It is better not, for fear of the duration of the opening is fast, preferably here first, if bosen. You can try a walk around here" explained the Doctor again.


"All right Doc" said Nayna, nodding obediently.


"Please contact your husband, so he can accompany you here" the doctor advised.


"Mas Arkan is still abroad, he just came home tomorrow. Later I will call Mama Papa and I'll just Doc" said Nayna.


"Well, if I stay awhile, let the nurse take care of you here, I still have a few more patients, after completion will be here again."


Nayna nodded, and the doctor, who was close enough to her, began to leave the room.


After the Doctor disappears from behind the wall of the room, Nayna picks up her cell phone, calls her mother to come there.


After she finished telling her parents, she tried to contact Arkan, asking if her husband's work was done.


"How's the job?" nayna asked as Arkan picked up the phone from her.


"Just pray, hopefully later tonight everything goes well, later tonight is a meeting for the determination, if later tonight we can reach the desired agreement from both parties, he said, then tomorrow I can go home" Arkan explained from behind the phone.


"Hopefully everything is smooth" said Nayna.


"Yes aamiin, how are you doing there, right?" ask Arkan.


"I'm fine Mas" said Nayna, who chose not to say about her condition.


He does not want Arkan to think, to hamper his work, he knows how much effort Arkan to get cooperation with the company.


So she does not want to make what she has done to be in vain because of it, let alone the doctor has explained, if the time to give birth, is still not necessarily.


"Thank God you're okay, are you in the hospital now?" ask Arkan.


"Yes Mas" said Nayna, nodding, though Arkan would not see the nod.


"Are you not tired, going back and forth to the hospital every day, you should just rest at home not too often to the hospital," said Arkan who worried about him.


"I'm not doing anything, oh yes. Have you eaten yet?" asked Nayna who deliberately switched the conversation.


"Here I eat with Listi, have you eaten yet?" ask Arkan.


"Udah Mas, I had a meal with Raffa" said Nayna.


"Oh yeah, how's Raffa doing now?" ask Arkan who always asked about the health development of his nephew from Nayna.


"The doctor said it was better, than yesterday. Although there is no significant development" Nayna said.


"Thank God, tell him I'll try to go home tomorrow, don't mind."


"Yes Mas" said Nayna.


"You also do not think much, if there is anything directly tell me," said Arkan again.


"I turned off the phone first, my coworkers here came to us" Arkan said.


"Yes Mas, Mas be careful while there, quickly go home," said Nayna.


"Dear, I want to go home too."


Hearing that, Nayna smiled, she had missed her husband who she had not seen in person for five days.


"Yes, if that's the case, just turn off the phone" said Nayna.


"Yes, I'll call you again, baby."


"Yes dear."


After that phone connection between the couple was cut off Nayna kept her phone in her bag again.


He then began to come down from the bed where he lay, because at this time he had not experienced contractions anymore, he decided to walk there.


"Where are you going?" asked the nurse who swiftly helped him to get down.


"I want to go for a walk Sus, as the doctor suggested earlier," said Nayna smiling at the nurse.


"Would you use a wheelchair?" ask Sister.


"No need Sus, I'm just walking around this room" Nayna said.


"Well if that's it, Ma'am" said Sister.


"Suster doesn't need to have me, I can walk on my own" Nayna said as the Sister intended to break it.


"Alright if so Ma'am," said the Sister, finally just silently watching Nayna who began to walk in the room.


Nayna and the nurse chatted casually, to melt the atmosphere so as not to be awkward.


In the midst of their chatter, the door of the room opened. And his two parents appeared, with worried faces that were clearly drawn from the faces of both of them.


"You can still walk Nay?" tanya Winda approached her.


While Ferdi kept a large bag containing the needs of Nayna and her baby on the sofa, she then sat herself on the sofa.


"Yes Ma, said this doctor has only opened two, so it is still quite long, now the contract has also been reduced" said Nayna.


"Hopefully everything goes well" said Vinda who was immediately followed by him and Ferdi.


"Have you told Arkan about this?" ask Ferdi.


"Not Pa, Mas Arkan is still busy, later I will tell him that he is done with his work" said Nayna.


"Why not now, so that he can go home quickly, your child will soon be born, he will also want to accompany you during labor later," said Ferdi.


"Yes Pa, Nayna's gonna call." Nayna chose not to extend the discussion.


"Aaww!" ringis Nayna as the pain in her stomach came back again.


"You sit down on Nay's bed, breathe out and repeat" said Winda, helping Nayna to walk back to bed.


Nayna was seated in bed, she followed what her mother instructed, Winda slowly massaged Nayna's waist, while the sister who was still there gave her drinking water.


At the time the sisters and Winda were seriously taking care of Nayna. Ferdi was currently sitting stiffly on the sofa he was sitting on, seeing Nayna in such pain.


She recalled how she had accompanied Winda when she gave birth to Nayna, seeing a process that left her own trauma, which was why she was currently only looking at her son holding back the pain.