I'm The One You Throw Out

Fathiya

Days changed, Sundays passed, the moon came to change. Seira's birth only remains counting the days, where Fatih did not wish to leave her alone at home despite Mother and the others.

That morning, as Seira had done before delivery, they were walking around the house. Just stretching muscles or looking for cool air.

With the little Rayan who ran around here happily. With her adorable demeanor, she greeted the neighbors who were passing by them.

"It looks like Bu Sei will be born again, huh?" reprimand one of the citizens who was sweeping his yard.

They paused for a moment to answer the greeting.

"Yes, Mom. It's the moon" Seira replied with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, Miss Sei is one of the lucky women in my opinion. Have a husband on standby like Mr. Fatih, you must be seneng, yes, will have another child?" cerocos the bustling lady was friendly.

Seira glanced at her husband, inwardly confirming what the neighbor had said. She was indeed lucky in her pregnancy old age, Fatih had always been by her side.

"Thank God, Mom. I'm just afraid, when I go my wife later even contractions, Mom. I want to be at home to him." Fatih answered as she was.

He then said goodbye to return home because the sun had risen and began to sting. Rayan ran towards them, the boy could not be quiet and calm.

Fatih's hand caught it and carried the body of the kingpin in a sling. He laughed as his father's head slipped near his armpit. Seeing their interactions always made Seira's heart feel calm. No longer worried about the future of his son. Of course he will be happy.

Seira wrapped her arms around her husband, kissing him lovingly. How grateful he was to that man for giving such matchless love and affection. A single remark would not be enough, she promised to always be by her husband's side under no circumstances.

"Father, I want a cake there," said Rayan, pointing to a cart that was carried with bread.

Fatih said, buying some bread to bring home.

"Fuck, buy some more. Rayan wants to love them, "he asked again, pointing to a group of children who were playing in the complex park.

Fatih smiled, rubbing her head proudly. He threw a glint of admiration at the child's mother. He gave the bread package to Rayan so that he himself would give it to them.

Seira dropped her head on her husband's shoulders, watching the child's commendable actions. He immediately ran back to his parents after completing a noble task.

The three continued walking towards the house, holding each other tightly. Envy anyone who sees.

"Dude!"

Seira complained while biting her lips, her hands also holding her belly which throbbed lightly.

"Darling? Why?"

"Mommy?"

"Mas, I think I'm a contraction," Seira said with a sigh to reduce the throbbing feeling in the abdomen.

Fatih panicked, more panicked than when Rayan would be born.

"Why, Pah?" rayan also felt anxious.

"Mom want the birth, baby. You calm down, yeah."

Seira smiled amusedly, hearing Fatih say that to Rayan. He was the one who looked panicked.

"Fathers who must be calm, but Papah keinget a lot," kilah Rayan showed sweat grains that appear around the face.

The feeling was lost again, Seira's body was vertical again. Noticing her husband's erroneous behavior, she smiled to herself.

"That's okay, really. It can still be detained. We're home, yeah." Seira said a little lethargic.

Seira's pale face had made him lose control. Hurriedly took the hand of his wife and Rayan to get home soon.

"You sit here, Mas want to take whatever we will take to the hospital," Fatih said after sitting Seira on the sofa. He asked Rayan to look after him while he entered the room and dragged all the needs that the woman had prepared.

"Trainer! Son, where are you going?" reprimand Mother who appeared from the door later with Bi Sari .

Looking at the large bag in Fatih's hand, Mother threw a gaze at her daughter-in-law. Instantly he knew just by looking at Seira's grimacing face.

Bi Sari replaced Fatih with the bag, while he helped Seira move and led her to the car.

"You can't drive, you can't be concerned. Let's just drive the driver who is driving," Mom's sergeant quickly when Fatih was about to sit in the steering chair.

The man complied, immediately sitting in the back seat with Seira. While Bi Sari waits at home and will follow when Biya comes home from school later.

"Still sick?" fatih asked while rubbing Seira's stomach which sometimes stiffened, then normal again.

"Yes, that, Mas. The pain is gone" Seira replied, holding her breath.

Fatih hugged her head, Seira was about to give birth, she was the one who felt the pain. Looking at the wife's frowning face, Fatih knew how much she was enduring the pain. Pain contractions as the baby searches for his way to see the world.

"Wait!" Fatih prevented Seira from getting out of the car, her hands swiftly lifted the body and took her into the hospital. Shouting calling the medics frantically made an uproar all the residents there.

"Mas, this is nothing. Don't yell at that." Seira reminded.

Fatih knew, Fatih also understood, but all of those reflexes were due to the panic that was engulfing his heart. A sense of happiness, anxiety, mixed fear gathered there. Makes Fatih not know what to do.

She accompanied Seira in a special delivery room, clutching her fingers while occasionally kissing her. The pain the longer the more intense Seira felt. She was closed, grimacing, frowning, even complaining and complaining while hugging her husband's body.

"Istighfar, dear. Ask God for ease," whispered Fatih as Seira squeezed her shoulders hard enough.

O Allah, how hard the struggle of the wife of the servant in presenting our fruit. Forgive his sins, ease his way, O God. It is fitting that many people choose surgery, it turns out .. I do not have the heart to see, O God.

Fatih shed tears, remembering what sins she had committed against Mother.

"Mas .. astaghfirullah, O Allah." Seira again complained softly.

Although not the first, and he was better prepared, but still the pain that decided the veins in his stomach was excruciating.

"Strong, baby. You are strong, you are great. Remember, you succeeded in presenting Rayan. All this will be done when our son comes out." Fatih.

The team of doctors entered the room, conducting an examination of Seira's birth canal.

"Mas, don't go anywhere. Here you are," he asked, squeezing their fingers.

"Yes, honey. It's not going anywhere. We will be here" said Fatih.

The man kissed Seira's forehead while rubbing her damp hair from sweat. The journey to the world began, the pain more frequent and intense even without pause. The sound of a ruptured amniotic fluid indicates that he has found his way.

A blink of an eye, a long and emotional struggle paid in cash with the sound of the baby crying.

"Maa is Allah! Alhamdulillah! Thank God, O Allah. He was born, baby. Our son was born. You're great, you're great, my wife." Fatih cried haru, hugged Seira's head and kissed her in a row.

"Thank you, baby, you are willing to fight and sacrifice for our children. Thanks." Thanks."

Seira's heart warms, she finally knows how it feels to be appreciated. How it feels to be loved, how it feels to be accepted. All his struggles were in vain, all his sacrifices were rewarded with more special rewards. She felt like she was the most precious and special woman.

"Congratulations, Father, Mother, your daughter. Born perfectly healthy and perfect. Please diadzani, sir. There!" The doctor pointed at the baby box.

There the face of the second Fatih was, waiting for the chant of the sentence thoyiibah in the ear of the father.

With a thumping heart, water that did not recede from the eyes, a heart filled with haru, Fatih stepped slowly. He did it once, to baby Rayan. Now, he will do it again for his own son. Her biological child.

Fatih looked at the red baby inside there, tears falling down her cheeks. The baby opened his eyes slowly, then closed them again.

"My child! Fathiya Kamila."

He picked up the baby, placed it in a sling. Reading the adhan and iqamah in both ears of the baby while crying should be non-stop.

For the second time, Seira watched the dashing man chant adhan and iqamah to the baby he was born with. She was crying happily. Unceasingly express gratitude for all the blessings and gifts given by the Power in his life.

Thanks, hon. I was the perfect husband for me.