Dad for My Twins
#78
Silvira's gestational age has entered the week to 39. Azam asked her to stay at home to focus more on preparing for the birth of their baby. Azam was in control of her beauty clinic so that Silvira would not worry and think about anything else.
As usual when Azam went to the office, and the school children, Silvira cleaned her room, bathroom, washed clothes, then sun-drenched Azam's clothes on the balcony. But today he felt his waist was a bit sore.
"Ah, maybe I'm exhausted, less is more," Silvira muttered, then immediately finished her clothesline.
After he finished drying, he lay down on the bed. He tried to close his eyes, the pain was slowly gone, he was able to fall asleep for a while, but the pain reappeared after thirty minutes, and this time his lower abdomen was in pain.
"Astagfirullah, why is this? The estimated day of birth is still next week" he murmured.
"It's because last night Azam mas nengokinnya, usually half an hour, last almost an hour, hopefully you're fine in here dear," said Silvira while stroking her stomach.
Silvira got up to sit down and took a drink on the nightstand. Then he took that water. Then wiping the sweat on his forehead, he felt sultry even though the room cooler was on. The pain then came again, this time the distance was getting closer, from once thirty minutes, to once every twenty minutes, now once fifteen minutes, and that made him panic, there was blood on the bed he was sitting on.
"Oh, why this," he said.
He immediately grabbed his phone and called Azam.
"Halo Assalamualaikum Beib," said Azam across the street.
"Waalaikumussalam, is Mas busy?" silvira asked as she squeezed the bed sheet beside her, because the pain came again.
"Ehm, ain't it, what's up, baby?" ask Azam back.
"I'm bleeding, the estimated day of birth is still next week right Mas?"
"Yes, it's still next week, because last night I was too late, baby, oh, sorry, yes,"
"Hhhh...ssssssshhh!!!!" Silvira could not stand it and hissed in pain.
"Beib, what's wrong with you?" Azam panicked to hear Silvira in pain.
"It hurts, my stomach,"
"Okay now we go to the hospital, yes, you can wait for me or the same Mr. Budi, this is my permission to go home," said Azam while grabbing the car keys on his desk, he signaled to his partner that he was allowed to go home first.
"Ah, I wait for Mas aja, can call Ms Wati, I want to change clothes, ahhh ssst sick Mas," said Silvira.
"Yes you take a breath and throw it slowly, I call Mrs Wati first,"
Silvira hung up the phone, and shortly afterwards Wati's mother came to her room.
"Mom, help me get changed, I'm going to the hospital" Silvira said.
"This thing seems like Mba already wants to be born," said Bi Wati after seeing blood on the lower back of Silvira's shirt.
"Yes Ma'am, please bring a black robe, the same hijab and veil as well, don't forget her socks, ma'am" Silvira said. Ms. Wati rushed to the settlement, then took what her employer asked for.
"Ahhh. ssst, astaghfirullah is sick," Silvira said.
Ms. Wati followed in a panic and accelerated her movement to pick up clothes. Then help Silvira change clothes, also put socks on Silvira's feet.
"I'm sorry Mom, I've got to help me wear socks,"
"The legs are also aurat Bu, must be closed, later if on the road I look how," said Silvira while grimacing with pain.
After Silvira finished dressing, Azam came.
"Beib, are you ready?" ask Azam. Silvira nodded, Azam immediately carried Silvira in bridal style.
"Mas, I'm heavy, I'm walking" said Silvira, feeling bad Azam was carrying such a large body.
"Papa let's hurry up to Beib's car, just calm down, I'm strong," said Azam insisted that his wife quickly get to the car and immediately leave for the hospital.
"Pak Budi please bring a red suitcase in the room, enter the car yes," said Azam when passing by Pak Budi who was outside the room.
"Well Mr. Azam," said Mr. Budi, then immediately do Azam's orders.
They ride Silvira's mercy which is chauffeured by Budi sir.
"After Beib I sent a message to Mas Amir first," one hand Azam hugged Silvira, the other hand grabbed his phone and typed a message to his brother, he asked his mother's father to come immediately. Though the plan is still tomorrow mother's father came here.
Arriving at Azam hospital carrying Silvira to IGD, and directly handled by midwives on duty.
"Mother Silvira has opened eight sir, we immediately move to the delivery room," said the midwife while pushing Silvira's gurney.
"Well, can I accompany my wife to give birth?" ask Azam.
"Yes sir, later the delivery will be helped by doctor Rina, you may accompany," replied the Midwife.
Inside the delivery room there was only one bed, so it could accompany Silvira to give birth, as there were no other patients.
Azam who was already wearing special clothes, sat next to Silvira.
"Mas, I'm afraid." said Silvira.
"Fearless, fear not, Bismillah yes, in the Lord we can, I am not here anywhere," said Azam who did not break his hand from the grasp of Silvira, he himself was also nervous and afraid, because this was the first time accompanying the wife who was about to give birth, but tried to stay calm, in order to make Silvira calm as well.
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Meanwhile, Amir's father, mother, Sofia, and Dhana, and Amir's 4-month-old baby Dhea set out from home to Azam.
"Slow down Mr. Min, want as soon as possible, nyampe there must be Silvira already lahiran," said the father who at that time they were escorted by their driver Mr. Min.
Mr. Min nodded in agreement.
"May be given smoothness in the process of childbirth my son Silvira," said the mother was hopeful, anxious because she had promised to accompany Silvira to give birth, but her delivery quodarullaah advanced from the estimated day of birth, so that the mother who should leave there tomorrow so can not accompany the delivery process.
Baby Dhea was asleep in the car seat for the baby, in the middle of Mom and Sofia, Amir was behind with Dhana, while Dad accompanied Mr. Min in the front.
Baby Dhea was born ten days before Azam woke up from a coma. At that time the family bothered to and fro, looking after Azam and accompanying Sofia gave birth. The bright father imagined that time, thank God all passed, now it was Azam's turn to be a father, and he also prayed hopefully Silvira survived and the baby was also healthy without anything less
