DEW PURITY

Surgical procedure

"Sir, it's dinner!" said Fitri lirih, Arya shook her head weakly.

Arya clasped her hand tightly. She was really anxious thinking about her daughter's Dew condition. Although the possibility of Dew healed is great. Arya could not just forget her anxiety. He was very afraid to think of Dew. Faith is much weaker than Arya. Ever since he learned of the Dew condition. Faith does not leave a single moment. Iman and Arya compact accompany Dewun. Abra chose to stand on the edge. He could not afford to look at the pale face of the Dew.

"Then I'll have dinner ready. After you eat, I'll get ready for the operating room!" fitri said, then turned his body.

Fitri was about to order food in the canteen. Arya looks limp, Fitri does not want anything to happen to Arya. As a wife she is obliged to pay attention to the condition of Arya. But Arya immediately held Fitri's hand. Arya's headband became the answer to Fitri's request.

"I'm not hungry!"

"Then I order some tea, so you can look fresher!" fitri said, Arya was silent.

"Sister, the Dew is weak and in pain now. But you know, if he will be sicker. If only he had known of brother's anxiety. It should be that big brother is stronger, for strong Dew to go through all this!" fitri said, Arya nodded weakly. Arya clasped Fitri's hand, hoping for support from the wife she had just married.

"All right, I'll just have a drink. I'll have dinner with you later!" arya said, Fitri winked her two beautiful eyes.

"Sir Faith, coffee or tea?"

"If you can have bitter coffee!" sahut Iman, Fitri nodded slowly.

"Doctor Fitri, it's all set!" said one of the nurses.

"I'll be here soon!" said Fitri, he came out of the Dew room. Fitri walks into the canteen, she will carry out her duties as a wife. Before she fulfilled her duty as a wife.

Not long after Fitri entered the Dew room. He brought a napan containing a cup of coffee and a glass of warm tea. There are some wet cakes and bread for Arya and Faith. Fitri came straight out of the Dew room. Exactly another hour, Dew underwent surgery. Fitri has to be ready, almost all preparations are ready.

"Fitr!"

"Yes sis!" sahut Fitri on Arya.

"Please take care of the Dew!" pinta Arya was weak, Fitri blinked both her beautiful eyes. A smile becomes a tranquilizer for Arya's anxiety.

"Arya, take good care of him. The wife who put you in first place. Without thinking about his tiredness and fatigue!"

"I'll look after her, especially from your sister Sofia!" arya said softly, Iman immediately looked at Arya.

"You're right, Sofia can do something to Fitri!" sahut Iman agrees with Aryan.

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"Excuse me, we'll take the patient to the operating room!" said the nurse, Arya and Iman nodded almost simultaneously. They both stood up and walked away. Give the nurse a chance to bring the Dew.

"What time is the operation!" says Faith.

"Less than an hour!" the nurse said, Iman and Arya nodded slowly. Abra is not in the Dew room. He came out after hearing the azan prayer. But nearly an hour later Abra did not return. Arya and Iman think Abra may still be in the mushola. Among all the people, Abra was the one who worried the most. Two lives are at stake. One wife he loved so much, another son he so much desired.

"We'll follow you to the operating room!" said Arya, the nurse immediately brought Dewun to the operating room.

Everyone's anxiety peaked. Arya and Iman could no longer cover her fears. Abra disappeared without knowing her whereabouts. Everyone understood Abra's anxiety. Husband and father who awaits the lives of the two most precious people in his heart.

"Sir Arya!" greet Fitri, Arya turned her head. He sees Fitri in a more modest outfit. Fitri reached out to Arya. For a moment Arya did not understand, then quickly Fitri pulled Arya's hand.

"Pray everything goes well!" fitri said, shortly after kissing the back of Arya's hand.

Faith is stunned to see Fitri's warmth on Arya. Not only polite, Fitri seemed to show the duties and obligations of a wife to her husband. Arya just fell silent, Fitri shook her heart. Carve out unforgettable memories in his heart and life.

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"You're really lucky!" iman lirih.

"On the contrary he should not marry me!"

"Don't be pessimistic, I see her two eyes happy when she's with you. If I may know, who is she and Sofia?" the word Iman seduces Arya, headband becomes the final answer Arya.

"I never saw his face!" sahut Arya relaxed, then sat in the waiting seat of the patient.

The night grew quiet, the hospital began to quiet down. There were several patient waiters who passed by. But the work at the hospital has been over since the afternoon. Arya and Iman were sitting not far from the door of the operating room. Abra stood leaning against the door.

"Mama Indira!" sahut Abra, then hugged Indira.

"Calm Abra, the Dew must be fine!" indira said warmly, while hugging Arya's fragile body.

"Mama, Dew him in pain!" abra said softly, then released his embrace to Indira.

"All mothers feel the same pain. Therefore the paradise of a child is under the feet of the mother. By betting a mother's life gives birth to her baby. Four waters that a son can never return or return. The water that puts mom in the first three calls after dad!"

"I'm sorry Abra never realized your sincerity!" abra said, Indira smiled.

"Forget it, there were no regrets in my waiting all this time. As long as our relationship is okay. Now we pray for the healing of the Dew!" indira said, Abra nodded slowly. Abra turned to look at the hospital hallway.

"Your father is not coming!" indira said, when he saw Abra as if he was looking for something.

"He can never accept the Dew!" abra lirih said, Indira patted Abra's shoulder slowly. Gives encouragement to the restless son.

Time went by so fast, almost half an hour had passed since Dew had entered the operating room. Fitri estimates the Dew operation will run for about an hour or so. If all goes well, the operation will be completed in less than an hour.

Oek Oek Oek Oek

The crying sound of the baby was loud, echoing inside the operating room. Abra immediately sat down in a doldrums. The sound she had missed all this time. It was now real in his ears. A single tear fell on Abra's eye. Weeping should hear the voice of the son for the first time.

"Abra, your son has been born!" indira said, strengthening the fragile Abra.

"My son was born!" abra lirih said, Indira sat right next to Abra. He saw Abra's great happiness. Being a father is everyone's dream.

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"Mr Abra, please come in to persecute!"

"Excuse me sister, she's a boy or a girl!" Arya.

"Male with a weight of 2.5 kg and a height of 51cm!"

"May we see it!" says Faith.

"I'm sorry, while time can't. Only the baby's father can come in. After that I'll take him to the NICU room!" the nurse then entered the operating room again.

"Go Abra, but before that wudhu!" the word faith reminds.

"Yes Abah!" sahut Abra, then went into the operating room.

"How is the Dew?" arya said softly and anxiously.

"He's unconscious, we'll wait until tomorrow morning!" sahut Fitri's.

"Did the operation work?" arya said again, Fitri nodded slowly.

"Thank you!" arya said loudly, then hugged Fitri very tightly.

"Sir Arya, this is a hospital!" whispered Fitri, Arya immediately let go of her embrace. Arya was embarrassed to have embraced Fitri in front of everyone.

"Arya, she's indeed your wife and don't need my permission you hug her. But next time, if you're looking at a place. This is a hospital not your home!" tempt Faith, Arya scratched her non-itchy nape.

"Sister Arya, excuse me!"

"Good beautiful wife and sholehaku!" sahut Iman replaced Arya who was blushing in shame.

"Congratulations, Mr. Arya, you're getting married again!" indira said, shortly after Fitri left.

"There's no way Arya's sister is getting married!" sofia shouted loudly.

"Why is he here?" Aryan muttered.