Forced Married High School

The Extra Part 7

Icha POV

After hearing my husband's words, if the doctor said I should be operated on immediately for any reason, fear was present, imagining my stomach being torn by knives and other sharp tools. I shudder in horror at the thought of it, all I submit to the Almighty.

This weak body, lying on top of the cage. There were two medics pushing the cage that I slept in, on the right side was my husband who always accompanied, he looked shabby, he was, the tear marks on his cheeks were still clearly visible even occasionally he still shed tears. Right now they're taking me to the operating room.

Brakes

The operating room door was opened roughly, the medics brought back the cage I slept in. This heart beats faster, as if to escape because the tension I feel even the pain of contraction can not beat the pounding of my heart that craze. My mind was in a frenzy, negative thoughts were milling around in my head, I kept dismissing those thoughts with dhikr.

My husband's hand never slipped from my fingers.

"You must be strong, dear, we pray together, yes" said my husband, the words from his lips always contain encouragement and strengthening. I am so happy to have a husband like him.

I smiled and nodded. Because these lips are speechless, the tension I feel still lingers.

See some doctors preparing for surgery, from starting to take tools to surgery. Restricting my upper body with a green cloth, so that I could not see what the doctors were doing. Because I kept thinking, neutralizing my heartbeat. The doctor's voice surprised me.

"Towers first ma'am" said one of the doctors.

I'm in a position to tilt my body because I can't do it alone. This body has been limp, no matter what the cause, what because since last night I did not sleep, or anything else I do not know.

"Hold on a second, it's gonna be a little painful" the doctor said.

Sure enough, after the doctor inserted a needle in the back it was painful, even the medicine that went into the blood feather felt hot. I don't know how many times the doctor injected drugs that I believe were dope. I could only recite and grimace in pain.

When I was done back in bed, my lower body felt like a tingling sensation, I tried to shake my legs but heavy tarasa.

"Try to shake his leg" the doctor's voice echoed again.

"Can't Doc," because I've been trying.

"Is it pain what not?" asked the doctor, I don't know what he did, all I felt was amused.

I nodded, "No Doc,"

After that, I don't know what the doctor did again. I looked at my husband, his face paled, maybe he felt the same fear as me. He kept holding my hand. I returned his grasp too.

Until I felt something happening in my stomach, it seemed like the doctor had started to dissect my distended stomach. I was horrified to imagine it, but it really didn't feel anything just the right and left shocks I felt.

The doctors worked while occasionally joking, relaxing once they. Don't they know I'm here as a patient feeling tremendous worry and worry.

Al's voice made me look back at him, "Hurt, baby?" he asked with full concern, it seems he saw my stomach in surgery earlier.

I shook my head slowly, "No pain, not even feeling anything, just a dizzy head," it was just the dizziness I was feeling right now, and of course my heart beat was crazy.

I flinched as the doctor pressed on my body, my breathing felt so tight, the doctors several times like pushing something from my stomach.

After that, what I didn't expect, the sound of baby crying. I shed tears when I heard that voice, happy tears for sure.

Oek Oek Oek Oek

"The baby's a boy, sir, Mom," one of the doctors took my baby and showed us.

The doctor's voice again made me shed tears, and give thanks.

"The baby's twins Buk" said a doctor.

"Alhamdulillah," that's all I can say.

My husband again bowed in gratitude, because we were given two trusts at once.

He sat back down, took my hand, after finishing his prostration, "Alhamdulillah, thank you dear," he said, he could not hold back his tears.

"Congratulations, second baby girl" the doctor said, again giving me many thanks.

Oek Oek Oek Oek

The sound of my second baby echoed, echoing the cry of my baby boy.

Al was not even stopping to kiss my forehead. Dizziness in the head was not felt, because of the happiness that multiplied it.

The doctor showed us a baby girl.

My lips continue to speak with all this happiness. Until I didn't realize what the next doctor was doing, I could now feel my stomach being pulled by a thread, probably sewing. It's just the shock that I feel, not the other.

Al still clasped my hand tightly, he did not seem to dare to look at what the doctor was doing, as he had only looked at my face since then. Even he looked tense, maybe he accidentally saw there was blood there.

"Why don't we know from the beginning that our children are twins?" I tried to start the conversation, because it seemed like my husband was reluctant to speak in this tense state.

"Okay, maybe Hanny's doctor knows it, then we can ask, the most important thing is that we should be grateful for all this," replied my husband, smiling.

"Sick baby?" he asked that again.

Of course I shook my head, "Did you see something? Why ask like that?" my many.

He shook his head, then glanced at my stomach.

"If you're afraid, don't look," I know he knows something, so his face stiffens like that. "Look at me" I said.

He smiled and now just looked at my face, without looking at the stomach that was being sewn.

"Thank you, baby, I'm so happy. Now that we're parents," he said, he may have said that to distract him and his tension. Because the tension is still going on before I actually get out of this room.

"Dear, you're welcome" I replied with a smile.

An hour or so I and my husband were in this room, our hearts pounding with fear, the joy of happiness, the tension back, it was all we felt. I know my husband must feel the same way about me.

Until now, I was brought back to the treatment room, with my husband and two babies who were well dressed. On the crib, pushed by two different sisters.

Exit the operation room was welcomed by Papa and My Mom, because my Brother and Sister-in-law had gone home before the operation was carried out.

"Alhamdulillah, Mama has two grandchildren at once," said Mama when she found out the baby I gave birth to twins.