I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 37 | Dream or Reality

“Everything belongs to God and will return to Allah.”

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 “Every soulful will surely feel

dead.” (Q. S. Al-Imran/3:185)

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It has been about a week Zihan lived in the residence of his parents, because indeed Gibran has not returned to the capital. The job requires him to be professional, and must be willing to leave his wife who is pregnant.

At exactly two o'clock in the morning, Zihan felt the pain in his stomach become more and more, nothing

all he could do was to groan in pain. Sweat sweat is flooding in

templet. The pain gets faster even for walking

the feet can no longer be moved. Until he finally shouted with the remains

his energy. “Aa... Bun..mother,” screams that are still loyal to hold the stomach

enormity.

No sign of the presence of the father and mother approaching his room makes him more worried and afraid of the safety of himself and the baby in the womb. He picked up the glass that was on the nightstand next to the place

sleeping and throwing it tight so that it causes a noise typical of broken glasses. Not long after hearing the sound of the glass

the door to Zihan's room was wide open and featured the figure of the father and mother.

“Astaghfirullah, you why, son?” ask

Windi was shocked to find Zihan lying weakly on the mattress with sweat and

a groan of pain came out from his ripe lips. “Sick Bun,” groans on the

the mother is now helping him to get out of bed.

“Astaghfirullah, Well his tenacity broke out,

Zihan wants to give birth,” said Windi saw a clear liquid that had been spilled

on the bed. Pratama swiftly carried the body of the princess to the hospital, “Contact Gibran,” his word to the wife.

“Zaka contact Kak Gibran to let you know that Kak Zihan wants to give birth.” Windi sent his youngest son and gave Zaka his cell phone.

Zaka who was still half conscious because he had just woken up from his sleep could only

nodding while rubbing his eyes rough, “Which hospital, Bun?” tanyakanya.

“Asterion Hospital,” replied Windi who immediately went running after the husband's step towards the car that would take them to the hospital. Because only the hospital is not too far from their home.

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At full speed Pratama drove his car to the nearest hospital. The worry now covers him. Only able to pray and surrender that God would be willing to save his daughter and grandchildren. Unceasingly Zihan whimpered in pain and held onto his stomach. “Sa..sa...sick.. Bun...” his moaning sweat increasingly flooded his face.

“Istigfar, Nak istigfar,” said the mother calmed. Time felt so slow and the car they were riding in had not yet pulled over in the courtyard of the house

be ill.

“Buruan, Well,” Windi's word to the husband, fear and worry is now increasingly he

feel the princess groaning in pain.

“Iya patiently, Bun,”sahut Pratama who is still focused on staring at the streets to quickly reach the destination.

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Pratama did not want to wait long and took the risk quickly he carried the body of the princess into the hospital.

“Doctor... Sisters... Please my daughter!” windi shouted for help so that his daughter was immediately given help.

“Where's your husband?” ask a nurse who just came out of the delivery room.

Because indeed at times like this the presence of a husband can be very

he helped calm his struggling wife.

“On the way, Sus,” replied Windi who had just received news from Zaka about the whereabouts of Gibran who is now on the way to home

be ill.

“Well, if her husband has come can go directly in because Ms. Zihan really needs her husband,” said the nurse and then back in again.

Shortly after Windi contacted his iron finally Prasetya and Yulia were seen running terlogoh-pogoh approaching Windi and Pratama who are now pacing indistinctly in front of the delivery room. “Where is Zihan?” ask Yulia worried.

“Still addressed Doctor,” replied Pratama. “Where is Gibran?” tanya Prasetya looking

the whereabouts of the son who never greeted his neutrality. “On the way,” replied Windi responded.

All four dissolve in worry and anxiety. Struggling with each other's feelings and thoughts. Pray and hope for salvation with Zihan who is now fighting life and death for his baby.

“Has Mom's husband Zihan arrived?” ask the sister again.

All shook their heads not knowing, because indeed Gibran has not yet also revealed the trunk of his nose. Though since then Prasetya never tired of contacting his youngest son. “How is my daughter?” ask windi worried.

“Have entered opening eight, Mom,” replied the nurse. “Can I accompany my daughter?” windi asked eagerly to be next to the princess who was now fighting life and death. The nurse nodded and let Windi in to accompany her daughter.

Windi clasped tightly onto the princess' hand which was already very exhausted and in pain. He could not bear to see his daughter like this until he did not feel the clear liquid just escaped from his two eyes.

“The strong darling you can certainly,” he said amid the cries that he could not hold anymore.

'O Allah save the daughters and grandsons of the servants.' Windi's prayer in the heart.

‘This pain is Yes Allah it feels like giving birth? It's incredible this pain, her inner’

“Mas... Gib...ran..ma...na, Bun?” he asked about the presence of the husband who was not caught.

“God willing will soon arrive,” replied Windi to calm the princess to concentrate on the process of her birth.

Inside the maternity room, Zihan is now struggling with being accompanied by his mother.

Gibran has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose makes Pratama Prasetya and Yulia confused looking for the existence of Gibran. Unceasingly they tried to contact Gibran but his cell phone could not be contacted and even died.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, Zihan gave birth to his daughter. The haru and happy cries now dominated the room that Zihan occupied. God willing, the pain of giving birth is now gone and replaced with a smile of happiness that emanates clearly on her beautiful face.

Now that Zihan has been transferred to the ward, thanksgiving ceaselessly flowed beautifully from the family. Zihan's outpatient room door was wide open and featured a nurse with a baby in her cradle. With a happy cry, Zihan took over his daughter in a sling.

Zihan gently stroked her daughter's bright cheeks, “Assalamualaikum Darling this Mother,” she said with tears full of joy and happiness.

“Han,” call the father. Zihan looked up and smiled at his father, who was smiling at him.

“By Dad molesting your little daughter, Nak?” pratama asked, it should be Gibran's duty as a father to punish his daughter but until now Gibran has not been present in their midst.

Zihan gave his daughter to his father for him despite her small heart's refusal and wanted her first daughter to be adopted by her husband. However, those hopes and desires were shattered due to Gibran's absence here. There was as much disappointment in his heart but he quickly brushed it away.

Pratama began to open his mouth to echo the Adhan and iqamah right in both ears of his grandson. However, when the door of the nursery Zihan opened so wide and displayed the figure of two men who were sturdy and dashing in his suit. “Good morning, Sir, Mom,” greet one of them named tag Galih.

Everyone just smiled in response to the man's greeting. However, a sense of wonder and confusion quietly infiltrated into their respective feelings. “Sorry to interrupt the time of Father and Mother,” said Galih politely with a typical smile of the figure of the state servant.

“Please excuse me, Sir what is your need?” tanya Pratama was astonished and curious about the presence of two policemen in her daughter's nursery. Then he put his granddaughter in the baby box next to Zihan's bed.

“Is there a named, Ms Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama?” tanyakanya. Hearing his name called sontak Zihan directly replied, “Iya, myself.”

“We found the identity on behalf of, Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya at the scene of the accident that caused the victim to claim life on the spot. The victim's face was broken and we could not execute, so we asked for Mother's grief

as his wife to help you in the process of the victim's autopsy," obviously

galih told me the chronology. And immediately make the atmosphere full of haru and happiness instantly become a very gripping atmosphere.