CLBK (Long Love Hasn't Been Long)

Delay Planes

The State S. Marcel was in transit 2 hours ago. His flight was delayed because the plane he was on had a slight disruption.

Marcel looks worried. His feelings are uncertain. He kept thinking of his wife who was pregnant.

"Yes Allah... Protect my wife and my future son. I beg of God..." It was Marcel who tried to calm himself by reciting prayers.

Marcel took his phone from the bag. "MasyaaAllah..! Lowbet... Pantes ain't no news from my wife." Marcel rushed to find a place to charge.

Marcel got it and immediately connected the carger. Marcel sat down while waiting for his phone to fill up.

"Yes Allah... When is my plane delayed?" Marcel had tried to buy a plane ticket from S State to Jakarta but the flight schedule was only after Dzuhur later, but Marcel had booked it.

30 minutes later, Marcel's phone was already loaded with a few percent of his battery. He immediately pressed the on button to turn on his phone.

Not long enough to get in. The missed call from Nindi has been dozens of times. There were also some incoming messages.

"Iawang... How not to get? I can't sleep. I keep thinking about you." Message from Nindi at 1 am.

"Astaghfirullaahop.. Iwaa... I'm sorry..." Marcel grabbed her hair.

"Marcels... Where are you Dek? Brother is taking Nindi to the Hospital, it looks like Nindi is about to give birth soon, the water of his daughter is already out." Message from Fitri at 4:50 this morning.

"Yes Allah... My wife wants to give birth, is she?" Marcel dialed Nindi's phone number.

Wired......

"Assalamu..." Greetings there.

"Alaikumussalaam... Fitri? How is the brother taking up?" Ask Marcel.

"Sorry Dek, Nindi was panicking, so her phone was just lying there, so Big Brother brought it. You where? Your wife asks you to keep. Nindi wouldn't give birth if there wasn't you." Canda Fitri's.

"Sorry Brother. My plane from Country A delay. Now I've been transiting in Country S, delay again Brother. I should have been there yesterday afternoon. Batrenya lobet. Oh Allah... The trials don't stop, brother." Obviously Marcel.

"Propay for the Deck. This brother wants to go back to the hospital, brother came home first to take care of Kak Fahmi and the children want to leave." Fitri.

"Ooh....How's my wife doing, brother? Is she okay? Have you given birth, not yet?" Marcel asked.

"Nindi's fine, Marcel. Just opening 2, your son hasn't been born yet. Deck.. If you are already in the S country, why not just go to immigration, ask for permission to ride a speedboat to Sumatra, it is close here." Fitri.

"Astaghfirulla... Why not think of me, brother. I even booked another plane ticket. Sis then, I'd like to try immigration. Please take care of my wife, brother. I'll call you later. Assalamu alaikum." Pamit Marcel's.

"Alaikumussalaam... Careful Deck." Fitri. Fitri rushes to the taxi that was waiting for her in front of the house while holding Farah and bringing lunch for Mom.

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The Hospital.

"Mom... Is Nindi running around just a little yeah, let's get the opening quick." Nindi.

"Don't Honey, later You soybean even not strong later to take out your baby. You want a normal hand, right?" Ask Mom.

"Yes Mom..." Nindi looks sad. He saw that the clock was at 10 a.m., but Marcel's news didn't get it.

"Assalamu..." Fitri said hello.

"Wa aleikumussalaam's..." Answer Mom and Nindi.

"Sister.... Is there any news from my husband." Nindi.

Fitri smiled. "Alhamdulillaah is already." Fitri told about Marcel who was late to return to Sumatra and his lowbet phone.

"Yes Allah... There's just been a trial." Nindi said slowly.

"Sister, I need to call my husband. I feel sorry for him. He must be very confused." Pinta Nindi's.

"No Deck, he's afraid to interrupt he's taking care of permission to ride a speedboat. Later when the business is done, he'll call you." Fitri.

Nindi nodded. "Sir Fitri has a point." Inner Nindi.

An Hour Later.

Nindi's phone is ringing.

"Nih Dek, your husband's calling." Fitri handed Nindi's phone to Nindi with a smile.

"Assalamu aleikum Iyaaang..." Sapa Nindi's.

"Wa aleikumussalaam, Japan.. How's it going? Is our Son born?" Ask Marcel.

"Not Yang, it looks like he's waiting for you." Said Nindi who gently rubbed her stomach.

Not long. Nindi was so happy to see her husband's face again. And so does Marcel.

"Yeah... Spots home. Our son is impatient." Pinta Nindi spoiled.

"Yes Sayaaaang.... I've got permission. I'm still in the immigration room waiting for the letter to be finished." Marcel showed his camera to the immigration office.

"Alhamdulilla.... Be careful who." Nindi.

"Yes Iaaang... You are patient. I'm leaving in a moment while I'm waiting for my cargo from the plane." Marcel.

"Yeah, I'm ya... You rest well. Don't mind much. I'll be fine." Marcel.

Nindi nodded. Nindi turned her lips to kiss her husband on her phone.

Marcel laughed at Nindi's behavior. But Marcel was replying to his wife's treatment. He doesn't want Nindi to be disappointed.

The Immigration Office person smiled at Marcel's behavior while shaking his head.

"What's the first kid, sir?" Ask one of the staff there.

"Yes Mom. That's why I want to arrive in Sumatra soon." Marcel.

"Good Sir. His letter. You can go straight to the cargo to pick up your stuff. Our Staff is preparing a Speedboat for you." Said the Mother.

"Thank you very much ma'am, for your help." Marcel said and soon passed to Cargo.

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Adzan Dzuhur echoed on Marcel's mobile phone. His presence is now on the speedboat.

"Yes Allah... Forgive Your servant. I'll name my Dzuhur with Ashar later if I don't hunt I get to land." Inner Marcel.

One Hour and a half Marcel arrived at the port of Sumatra. Marcel was helped by the crew to drop his luggage. After Marcel said his thanks, he passed.

He set back the time clock of West Indonesia. "Alhamdulillaah..There is still time for Dzuhur prayer." His inner.

Marcel rushed into the harbor and searched for Musholah. Someone pointed the direction of the Musholah.

Marcel left his luggage to the Musholah guards.

20 Minutes later Marcel had finished praying and rushed out of the harbor. He stopped a taxi.

Marcel got into a taxi after putting his luggage in the trunk of a taxi. Marcel gave the address of the Hospital where Nindi would give birth to the taxi driver.

Adzan Ashar Marcel arrived at the Hospital. He went straight to the information room asking for instructions to his wife's delivery room.

He rushed to Nindi's treatment room. "Assalamu aleikum." Hail Marcel.

"Wa aleikumussalaam's..." Mommy answered, Nindi and Fitri.

"I'm who..." Call Nindi.

Marcel immediately rushed to his wife and immediately hugged her. Marcel kissed Nindi's face. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so late." Marcel.

Nindi nodded. "What a shame. The important thing is that you arrive safely." Nindi.

Marcel rubbed Nindi's tears gently. "I'm here, honey. Don't be sad anymore."

"I'm crying happily, dear." Nindi.

Marcel smiled. "I prayed ashar first yah." Pamit Marcel's.

Nindi nodded. Just as Marcel took two steps, Nindi again groaned in pain. Marcel turned to approach Nindi.

"It hurts a lot, sister." Grumpy Nindi.

"Maybe it's time. I'll call the doctor first." Said Fitri half-running giving Farah to Mom.

Marcel clasped Nindi's hand firmly. "Pull the breath Honey. Then throw it away." Marcel was Nindi's architect. In a bit, Marcel knew about labor.

Nindi followed Marcel's orders.

A doctor and a nurse came in. "I'm sorry... The one inside Nindi's husband, yes ma'am." Pinta Doctor Friendly.

Mother and Fitri who carried Farah directly out of the delivery room.

Doctor smile. "Good Doctor Marcel. Even if you're not an Obstetrician." Praise Doctor Tita while wearing her gloves.

Marcel smiled.