Hilal Jodoh Unseen

Baby Twins

"Darling what it's like to still be sick?"

Ask Haafizh. The man is being wracked with worry that is not playing. It had been two hours that Arabella kept a small step inside the delivery room with Haafizh patiently accompanying her.

The pain in Arabella's stomach subsided, the doctor had returned and told her that she had only entered the opening stage seven. Arabella is grateful that the opening has increased, although the pain is still felt. At least now the pain is a little bit less.

"It hurts, but it wasn't as painful as it was."

The pretty, shady face looked pale, soaked by the sweat that was still pouring out.

"I'll see the doctor first, Ra."

Arabella who is now standing while taking a small step staring at Haafizh who is now at his side.

"Why what?" He asked in astonishment as he stopped his steps. Then the two gazes clashed against each other.

"You can't say the pain was transferred to me, I can't bear to see you're in pain like this"

Both of Haafizh's eyes looked sad, in his heart he was eager to cry to see his wife was enduring the pain from five hours ago.

"God, Mommy. I am pregnant so I have to feel it. After all I really enjoyed every moment leading up to the children's birth process."

The pale lips of Arabella smiled sweetly, making Haafizh increasingly revered the taste of heartlessness. His wife was very patient, although in pain she could still carve a smile.

"You don't worry, Mommy. Every pregnant woman must experience all of this. For the sake of a child, any sick person will definitely fight for his child to be born safely."

The word Arabella slightly lessened Haafizh's fear. Even so still Haafizh was very anxious half to death.

"But Ra, I'm afraid you're okay"

It was very anxious to see the face of worry and fear that emanated clearly on her husband's face. Arabella smiled sweetly, then with a slow movement she twisted her body to face Haafizh who was on her side.

"In God, everything will be fine. Pray that my labour will be smooth and that the children will be born healthy and safe."

Haafizh nodded.

Time continued, until eleven o'clock in the evening Arabella could no longer bear the pain. Haafizh who just finished praying isya immediately ran to the delivery room.

There was a doctor and two sisters. His wife was lying on top of the ward groaning in pain.

Haafizh hurriedly approached Arabella.

"Dear" Call him no fuck.

"The opening is complete. Get ready, ma'am, follow my orders. I need to relax." His orders were carried out by Arabella.

While Haafizh was already tense instead of playing, he was sweating. Especially when Arabrella's hands clutched at him with a firm grip.

"Breath and push Mom"

Arabrella did it continuously, sweaty sweat seemed to flood the temples. Occasionally Haafizh wiped it.

"Sweet you can" whispered Haafizh in Arabella's ear. Now Haafizh could only encourage Arabella, in his heart he continued to pray that the birth of the wife be facilitated and given smoothness.

Seeing his wife struggling Haafizh was powerless not to shed tears. The sacrifice of a mother is extraordinary, putting her life on the ground for their child to be born into the world.

The atmosphere in the delivery room was very tense for Haafizh. Especially his first experience. Honestly, Haafizh would rather go down to war than be here.

The crying of the baby that came out so tight made Haafizh fixated. His first child was born, Haafizh was powerless not to cry.

The taste of haru enveloped the delivery room. The doctor again told Arabella to stay focused and push. Not long after the baby was born. The two baby cries were mutually comfortable.

Haafizh is grateful that her two children were born healthy and safe.

"Congratulations, Mom, sir. Your child has been born healthy and normal. The baby's a couple, male and female." The doctor said with pleasure.

Arabella cried because she was happy to go through this process, especially when her children were born. Unrelenting gratitude from Arabella and Haafizh.

"Dear our son" said Haafizh full of haru. He immediately showered Arabella's tired face with a kiss.

To where Haafizh now pits his two children, the sense of haru enveloped the delivery room. Arabella was crying again, every straddle of the adhan Haafizh made her heart touched and wanted to cry.

After being adopted, the two babies were bathed. Arabella was also finished sewn and immediately transferred to the treatment room.

Haafizh continued to be beside Arabella who now looked calm. Not long after being transferred to the treatment room, two sisters brought their babies followed by the doctor who helped deliver Arabella.

"Now you have to give your baby something." The doctor told him kindly to take the baby from the nurse's arms into his hands and give it to Arabella.

Arabella complained of pain when her baby started sucking. Doctors say for beginners who learn to give breast milk to their babies is difficult and sick but over time it will be easy and accustomed.

***

"Yesampun, Brother Ara. I'm already a aunt! But not aunty." Pekik Ana hysterical.

That morning Ana, Mr. Haidar, and Mr. Abian visited Arabella to meet his granddaughter. Because last night Haafizh sent everyone home and back tomorrow morning.

Arabella who was breastfeeding her son could only smile broadly at Ana's reaction. Moreover, his father and father-in-law were very happy.

Mr. Abian and Mr. Haidar scramble to hold Arabella's second daughter. The little baby squirms behind his pink cloth.

"Don't be so tight, you're a former general, I'm afraid your strength is excessive when carrying him."

Yes, the little girl was in the hands of Mr. Abiaan, both of her grandparents were very enthusiastic to see her grandchildren.

"indiscriminately. You don't see! I've been so gentle." Mr. Abian's protest was unacceptable.

Haafizh who just came out of the toilet immediately found her family arguing.

"Jeez Bang Haafizh" This time Ana ambushed approaching Haafizh. The man looks sleep-deprived, visible from a black line under the eye circles.

"What?" Haafizh asked indifferently and then approached Arabella who was sitting in the ward while breastfeeding her little hero.

"Bang Haafizh how was the delivery process last night? What happened, did my nieces jump out of Brother Ara's stomach?" Her story while looking at Haafizh was curious.

"God, just let your sister-in-law Haafizh. Don't be treated, he is indeed strange" Ketus Pak Haidar who has now carried his grandson.

Ana pouted and then sat back in the seat beside the Arabella ward. His face was bent, while watching the baby who was breastfeeding his mother.

"Sir Ara your baby is like a vampire" Her chirps made Haafizh glare in disbelief.

Ana who saw him immediately snorted in annoyance. "What?" Ask with a voice against.

"Look at my children will certainly often prank you when they grow up" Threatened Haafizh with a cheerful smile.

"Not scared. Anyway what can they be later, I'm afraid they've been crying shit."

"They'll be tough like her mother"

"No, they'll be like me! Cute, funny and pretty."

"Astagfirullah. Amit-amit once" Hiss Haafizh horrified.

"Oh yes, I have a good name and cool for them how about this beautiful aunt who gives a name" Ana advised so well.

"So, I can't." Reject Haafizh quickly.

In contrast to Arabella he was even curious to suggest what name Ana, his sister recommended. For children.

"What's his name?" Ask Arabella.

Before answering Ana looked at Haafizh with a slanted smile, it was as horrible as a fierce mother who was ready to scold her mischievous son.

"The names are Sono and Acil, how good are they?"

"Astagfirullah"