Bojomu My spirit

Moments Beautiful Baby

Ajeng felt pain right at the bottom of his stomach, although with a long distance of hours, still when the taste appeared, he almost cried made.

From earlier, the two in-laws waited for Ajeng's reaction, the pregnant woman still claimed to be able and had not felt heartburn in the near future, even though they were very ready to take Ajeng to the hospital.

Ajeng grimaced, his phone vibrated the call sign from the husband, the shaken bird was on his way home, deliberately this week he worked half a day, afraid Ajeng sudden birth.

"M-maas, where are you?" her voice was sad, she had just cried.

"Udah deket, Dear. Enter this gate, shortly again until. It's safe, right?"

"Hiks, your son keeps kicking, Mas!" his sister was half-crying, very painful in the lower abdomen, like being stabbed by a spear. "The hunt is home!"

"Yes, I'm closing, yeah, it's pretty bad, Dear."

The call was interrupted, Ajeng leaned back while holding his enormous belly, his mind began to fear the shadow of giving birth, his body was small, but his stomach was big, worried about not being able to give birth because his child was too big, so he could not bear, The wizards repeatedly dismissed that prejudice.

Mr. Darma help Mr. Ratih take turns rubbing Ajeng's stomach, calming the grandson who is still swimming freestyle in there.

The sound of Arya's car made the throbbing even more, Ajeng to shiver in his tears, the swipe from his two in-laws had no taste at all.

Arya ran over after washing her legs, she brushed her long hair back, knelt down and immediately half-hugged Ajeng's big belly.

"Baby, why make your mama cry, hem? Going outside, right? No problem, we're all dumb, but help yes, help Mama yes, pity lo daritadi cry, yes Baby ...."

Arya kissed that big belly, she rubbed it with her nose pointed. I swear by anything, Ajeng's cries stopped, the twitch was still there, but there was no more intense pain, Arya's presence was highly anticipated by the beautiful baby.

Arya looked up, looked at his wife and both parents were astonished, because since earlier their strokes no one was able to reduce Ajeng's pain.

Ajeng shook his head weakly, he did not know suddenly that something was flowing without him being able to bend.

"Yes', the water of his birth, let's take Ajeng to the hospital!" madam Ratih screamed loudly, the water was pouring profusely, accompanied by an increasingly intense throbbing, strangely Ajeng was not in pain. "Take your wife, let Papa drive!"

Arya carried Ajeng, his breath hunting, the weight of the obvious, there were two people he carried, but it was even more dangerous if Ajeng was left alone.

"Maaaas, someone's going outside!"

"Patience, Dear. Baby patiently..Five minutes to hospital, Baby with Papa, okay!" Arya swipes and lands a lot of kisses on Ajeng's stomach.

I swear, this is Aryan's son, Aryan's words he always obeyed even though he was still in the stomach.

Arriving at the hospital, Arya carried on again, moved Ajeng to the bench, then she observed each series of examinations until Ajeng was taken to the delivery room.

Ajeng yells Arya's name, asks the man not to leave his side, Darma takes over Arya's duties, takes care of all Ajeng's administrative files, and takes care of her, while Ratih's mom came to and fro while pulling Ajeng's suitcase.

"Ma-Mas, don't stay with her son, just here!"

"Yes, I'm here, Dear. We meet a beautiful baby together, hold my hand!"

Taking a step back, she asks Arya to lower her hand to her stomach. "Somach, Mas, not chest!"

Uh, just as big!