Charm Wife Titipan

103. Feeling Overlooked

"Ah finally my husband remembered also that his wife was struggling to give birth to his child," said Nimas while enduring pain.

"Sorry, reflexes. How's it? Still hold the pain, otherwise we just have surgery. Whether you want surgery or normal, the important thing is that you don't have this kind of pain."

"Your mother also said that when I gave birth to Bryan and my choice remained the same. Sister please do something so that this opening can go quickly." Nimas was confused about how to position his body. It felt like any position did not make him comfortable.

The nun who received a complaint from Nimas approached the impatient patient. Checking the birth canal and

"The process of opening this Mother is fast, so we do not need to take any action. If in a few hours there is no change in the opening then we will give an induction injection. So I hope you can calm down, set your breath, and don't waste your energy. The mother will give birth to two babies and it is very draining. If you feel like eating, you can eat." The sister then returned to complete her duties to prepare for labor.

"How can I eat if my stomach hurts like this?" nimas murmured softly, but still heard clearly in Shaka's ear.

"Dengerin said sister, Dek. It's facing me." Shaka slowly twisted his wife's body. Because of the situation that made him have to pay extra attention to Nimas, he forgot not to tell anyone that the wife will give birth now.

Moments, minutes, hours, I don't know how long Nimas spent with whimpering to endure the pain trying not to let out his tears and also his scolding. The woman hid her pain by drowning her head in the wide shoulders of the husband.

Meanwhile, Shaka, who seemed calm on the outside, yet harbored immense anxiety and anxiety, could only give his wife strength by giving her kisses and simple touches. Not forgetting the words of encouragement to the mother of his son he whispered into the ears of his wife.

At around nine pm, tense moments such as the delapam of last year re-occur. Nimas's sweat-filled face tried hard and hard to push the baby out.

It took over ten minutes for Nimas to give birth to both. All the pain he felt a few hours ago had already paid off with the sound of the cries of his two daughters. How relieved the feelings of Nimas and Shaka, finally the woman can take care and give birth to both twins safely. Now their happiness is complete with their three children.

"I am pregnant, I am sick, I give birth, and there is no face in these two children. Why did you only inherit Dad's face, huh?" Nimas who was breastfeeding one of his children complained.

"Mistake yourself, who told you to be like your own enemy" said Shaka who was cradling other babies.

"Where do I know why I'm so, the name is also hormone. Yes, I can't control. By the way, Mom, aren't you telling me people? At least Mama, Papa first. Daddy's with Mom later it's okay if I go home."

Shaka did not answer yet, the door sounded open.

"We're already here." Marissa came with her husband and granddaughter.

"Kok you guys can be here? I haven't told you yet. Sorry I forgot, did not have time, Nimas from earlier nagging mulu so I focus so split. Where's the grumbling, where to soothe her aching stomach."

"You're so guilty of me anyway, Mom. Yes, if so, you want another child, you are pregnant so I accompany you to give birth."

"Why, the heck have you guys been fighting a lot lately? Pity, the twins if you cry constantly. Their ears since present in the womb of Nimas have been tainted with the commotion you create. By the way, who are you going to name Bryan's siblings?"

No one realized that Bryan was sitting alone on the long sofa attached to the room. He watched his family's movements. He felt that he was a little forgotten because of the presence of two small babies who were in the arms of his parents.

At the age of eight, Bryan quite understood that the baby who had just been born into the world was the biological child of the man he always called Father. That means he must be willing to share his affection with his two sisters. Maybe even his love that was originally given to him will disappear and be replaced by two babies who can not even do anything about it. At least that worry is what Bryan often feels once he knows his mother is pregnant.

"What I'm carrying, Anisa Karima Narendra. Nimas, Amira Kamila Narendra."

"How do I distinguish them? Don't they look like it makes no difference?" Ms. Marissa asked while looking at her head looking for differences between the two.

"She, Ma. Nisa will always wear anything pink if Mira is all blue. For a while, that was all that could tell them apart. Because I myself do not know what is the difference between them. It's still very early and natural that we don't know the difference, Ma. How many hours were they born."

My two sisters have Narendra's name? Same name as Shaka's father and Bryan's father. It must be a surname and I'm the only one who doesn't have that name. Am I not their family? Aren't I Bryan's father's biological son who's gone? Why is my name not Narendra?

Little Bryan's mind went nowhere because there was no direction and explanation, or at least a sentence that would make the child understand that he would get the same affection from both parents.

How to get direction if he is good at hiding what he feels. For months hiding his fears, anxieties, and worries alone is no easy feat. It even takes a strong mentality to hold it alone.

Bryan lowered his head to the floor. And the movement of Bryan, ternotice by his mother.

"Mas" called Nimas pointing his chin towards the sofa.

Shaka turned his head, in the next second he handed Nisa over to Ms. Marissa. After Nisa was in her mother's hands, Shaka rushed to sit beside Bryan.

"Father's son from earlier in the day, why?"

"It's okay, Dad. I'm just sleepy."

"You sleepy? Yes, I slept here. It's Dad's jacket for the blanket."

Shaka carried Bryan's head into his lap. He knew the boy must be insecure with himself. Do not forget, even though Bryan is not Shaka's biological child, still the child grows up under Shaka's affection which is certainly little by little he understands the character of his son.