I'm Not Taking It Again

Painfulness

Kenan and Nindy's relationship is getting sticky, but Nindy has not dared to occupy Kenan's apartment. She was still afraid that her husband would remember his late wife back. In fact, his wife did not occupy the apartment at all. Just a picture posted there. Since the departure of Kinanti, Kenan became a successful person with Dirga.

"When do you want to move to an apartment?" asked Kenan who was hugging Nindy's body. They just did a tense, but fun ritual. Niar was silent for a moment. He hesitated to answer.

"I'm not ready yet, Mas" he said in a soft voice.

Kenan smiled, nor would he force his wife. The marriage is still a month old. Still a corn. He had already promised himself that he would obey what Nindy wanted. As long as it makes Nindy happy.

"Mas, don't get angry, do you?" ask Nindy carefully. His head was raised upwards.

"No. Mas, will wait until you're ready" Kenan replied, smiling.

The more Kenan gets here the older he gets. He never yelled at Nindy. Whatever his wife wants Kenan always does. Moreover, his love for Nindy is very big. Since going out after marriage, he felt an incredible love for the younger brother of his boss. Moreover, when Nindy determines her honor and is able to satisfy her. Kenan is deeply in love with Nindy. His love for his wife.

"When are you going to Bandung?" ask Kenan.

"As for me, just."

Kenan thought hard. For now he will not be able to ask for leave to his boss. Not without reason, the boss rarely went to the office. Moreover, the wife of the boss has entered the time of HPL. His boss really became a standby husband.

"Wait for our nephew to be born, how? You don't mind, do you?"

Nindy shook her head and hugged Kenan's body. "I'll be ready anytime As long as no guests come. The honey moon will fail" licked Nindy.

Kenan laughed and kissed the wife. Nindy's often childish behavior makes her happy. Nindy is not just a wife, she is also like a sister and also a friend to Kenan.

In a different house, Niar had often complained of pain. Little rings had already come out of his mouth. Dirga is always on standby and always offers to go to Saki's house. However, Niar refused.

"Later to be gone again." That's the only word Niar said. Want to not obey him.

It is not Niar who is afraid or tense, it is He who is holding back his fear and tension. Every time Niar complained of pain, his stomach felt torn apart. It was as if he was feeling Niar's suffering.

The pain began to go back. Niar was already able to sit on the sofa with a sweat that soaked his face. Dirga rubbed gently the sweat that flooded Niar's face. His breath was also stingy. Dirga gave water to his beloved wife. This is the third time Niar has felt pain.

Niar's eyes began to shut. From dawn he could not sleep because of the pain. Dirga gently rubbed Niar's head and finally he fell asleep. Dirga's face looks very anxious. He did not want to see his wife in pain. However, his wife insisted on having a normal delivery.

For half an hour, Niar moved back. Dirga who had just come from the kitchen was a little surprised and approached his wife.

"Dad."

The pain started coming again. However, the pain was twice that of the previous one. Niar clasped Dirga's hand tightly as he endured the pain.

"It hurts again?" Niar nodded with his other hand clutching the sofa.

"We're going to the hospital, yeah." Dirga's face was already very anxious and her heart was completely frightened right now. Moreover, Niar's face was already pale.

"Later on," he answered by enduring the pain.

Dirga is in confusion. Here he is alone. Mbok Sum permission not to enter because his son is sick. Her mother-in-law who planned to come a week before HPL even canceled because Bu Sari had just recovered from her illness. He also had to be treated intensely in the hospital. As a child, Niar did not want to trouble his mother. He chose to let his mother rest. After his mother was fully healed then his mother could come to Jakarta.

In pain of the wife. Dirga rubbed gently Niar's stomach. "Son, don't be naughty. Poor Mamih," said Dirga slowly.

However, the pain is still spreading and long gone. The sweat wetted Niar's forehead again. The pain has not subsided anyway and the two are still stubbornly unwilling to be taken to the hospital.

"Darling, what are you waiting for?" Dirga was completely clueless with Niar's way of thinking.

"It's still not much, Ay. If it gets sick, I'm going to the hospital. I want to give birth normally" she said.

Just because she wanted to give birth normally, Niar willingly queued up her pain. If, he was hurriedly taken to the hospital when the opening of the awol was no act of oepration that would be a shortcut.

The pain slowly began to disappear. Niar tried to get up from his seat. He took a small walk to facilitate the delivery process later. That's the advice the mother said. It sounds very colossal, but the ancients were better than the children of today. That is all so that the body does not feel the adverse effects that will come in the future.

"Honey, don't go far," said Dirga.

He followed where Niar's steps were. He was afraid, if his wife would feel the pain again and would fall instantly.

After feeling enough. Niar sat back on the couch. Dirga lifted his wife's leg and massaged her swollen legs.

"If it hurts to say yes, dear." Niar nodded. He tried to close his eyes because the massage done by the husband made it easy. Before long, he was back.

Dirga confirmed Niar's position. He put a pillow on his wife's back. Actually Dirga pity his wife. He was more advised to have surgery than to have to see his wife in pain like this.

Dirga grabbed her phone, she intended to call her mother-in-law. However, he tries to stay away from Niar for fear that his wife is distracted.

"Assalamualaikum, Bun."

"Greetings waalaikum, Ga. Niar is born, Ga?" ask Bu Sari from behind the phone.

However, Ms. Sari did not hear an answer from Dirga. Faintly heard the sound of sobbing.

"Ga, are you crying?"said Bu Sari.

"I can't see Niar in pain, Bun."

The sound of Dirga's cry was heard very clearly in Bu Sari's ear.

"Don't cry, Ga. You have to be strong" said Ms. Sari.

"Please persuade Niar to perform the operation." Dirga's voice sounded very vibrating and Bu Sari deeply felt the fear that Dirga felt.

"Dirga, listen to Mother. The woman was destined to give birth. Mommy believes Niar is strong. She'll be a great mother to her son. You must support his will, Ga. If the doctor says that Niar can't give birth normally then you can do surgery."

"Dirga, you calm down, yeah. Don't panic like that. Everything's gonna be fine. Believe the same Mother," said Bu Sari.

"Good, Bun. Pray for Niar, Bun. May Niar and our baby be safe" Dirga said.

"Of course, Dirga. A mother's prayers will never be interrupted for her child. Keep Niar company, son. Never leave him when he's struggling between life and death.".

"Yes, Bun. That's for sure."

There was relief in Dirga's heart. This time, he must be strong. Don't let Niar see his weakness.

"Ay," call Niar from the inside.

Dirga immediately approached his wife. Her panicked face was very clear.

"It hurts again?" Niar shakes.

"Hungry."

Dirga laughed and kissed his wife's forehead very deep.

"What do you want your kids to eat?" dirga asked towards the wife's distended stomach.

"You want toast chocolate jam just like warm chocolate milk, pih."

Dirga laughed and pinched his wife's cheeks.

"Yes, Papih made it, yes. Mamih and his grandfather wait here." Niar shakes.

"Follow," she asked in a spoiled voice.

Dirga laughed when he heard it. He nodded and led his wife to the kitchen. Dirga pulled a chair for Niar to sit on.

"Wait here, Mih. Papih make the toast first."

Niar smiled when he saw Dirga in the kitchen. This pregnancy was very happy to see Dirga in the kitchen. Her lips smiled happily while stroking her distended stomach.

"Your wean is a standby father, son. Hope you're like Papih, yeah. Always take care of Mamih and cherish Mamih sincerely," muttered Niar, his hand continuing to gently rub his stomach.

"Baked bread and chocolate milk are ready." Dirga brought a plate and a glass of warm chocolate milk.

"Thank You Papih."

Dirga forbade Niar to eat it himself. He is the one who will feed Niar painstakingly.

"No boy?" Niar nodded.

"Feed also eat." Niar took the bread that was still on the plate. I feed her husband painfully.

During this pregnancy, Dirga really spoiled Niar. Whatever Niar wants will always be fulfilled. Tiredness does not make him refuse. In fact, he happily hijacked his wife.

In the afternoon, Nindy asks Kenan for permission to go to her brother's house. The feeling is a little unpleasant. He was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute, honey." That's what Kenan said from behind the phone.

"Not Mas. It will follow."

Kenan did not want to argue, he finally agreed with Nindy's words.

Nindy drove an online taxi to the brother's residence. Her husband will pick her up for war. It was in the house of Niar, deserted. His heart dag dig dug Uncertain. She was afraid that her sister-in-law had given birth.

Mbok Sum who is usually in the kitchen, this is not there. Anxiety now haunts Nindy's heart. He tried to go to the brother's room. He opened slowly and found that they were sleeping together.

Nindy can breathe a sigh of relief. He returned to the middle room. Playing cellphone. After fifteen minutes, Dirga's room door opened and Dirga looked panicked and half dead. Holding Niar's body which had grabbed Dirga's head.

"Sick, Ay," ringisnya.

"Sister, what's wrong with Niar?" ask Nindy who's following the panic.

"We're going to the hospital now, Ndy. You brought the car.

Nindy nodded, she went into the brother's room and grabbed the car keys on the nightstand. Nindy almost forgot the bag she was carrying. He saw his brother carrying nothing. Only the shorts she was wearing with the white t-shirt. The sandals he uses are also the sandals of a million people.

"Yes, sick." The moans kept coming out of Niar's mouth during the journey. Dirga really can't bear to see it.

Dirga's hands continued to gently rub Niar's head. He never stopped peeping the wife's forehead.

"Prophey, honey. We'll be there soon."

However, the road they went through had a traffic jam. Makes Dirga moan annoyed. Especially seeing his wife who was already in a lot of pain. It's not just Dirga who's upset. Nindy also continued to claw the car in front of her. He saw his sister-in-law in a lot of pain with tears that v had already dripped.

"It hurts, Ay. I'm not strong" he said.

"Istighfar, Brother. Don't talk like that" forbid Nindy.

"You must be strong, dear."

A scream of pain came out from Niar's mouth. Her hand kept gripping Dirga's hand or grabbing her husband's hair.

"It hurts!"