It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Stay Calm

After the dhuhur prayer, Aksa sat for a while in front of the musholla while looking at her mobile phone.

"Dad?" Aksa narrowed her eyes slightly when she got a message from her father. Indeed, all this time his father never sent a message if it is not important.

Aksa, what time are you coming home? Go straight home...

That's whatsapp's message from his father. Instantly Aksa's feelings became unpleasant. Aware of that, he really thought about Nada, plus some of his whatsapp chat was not reciprocated Nada.

Actually the main event awarding the winner of the race is finished but there is still a little interview with him.

"I think I should go home now." Aksa immediately stood up and spoke for a moment with the organizers of the event.

"I'm really sorry. Maybe next time we can do an interview session online." After explaining his reason for going home sooner, Aksa finally got home first.

"Yes sir, we understand. Hope nothing happens. Be careful on the road. Stay focused, don't speed."

"Yes sir, thank you."

Aksa accelerated his steps towards the parking lot. Now that it's one o'clock in the afternoon means that at around 3 p.m., he'll be home.

Aksa got into his car, shortly before driving, he called his father but was not picked up.

Aksa took a long breath.

"Bismillah, may nothing happen." Aksa started driving her car. It just so happens that the road is not too jammed until he enters the highway.

Aksa increased the speed of his car when passing through the toll road. However, he can still control the speed of his car. He should stay focused despite the haste.

The two hours of travel felt very long. He took a deep breath when he reached the exit door of the toll road in Singosari. There is little traffic jam in Arjosari.

Sweat began to wash over his temples. It will take at least 15 minutes to get home.

The jam has passed. Aksa immediately hit the gas, and speed up the speed of his car.

He stopped his car in his front yard. Get out of the car and into a house where no one is.

"Mbak Sumi, where's the tone?" Aksa seemed to catch his breath because he was looking for the whereabouts of Nada who was not at home.

"Alhamdulillah Pak Aksa has returned. Mba Nada wants to give birth, sir. I went to the hospital two hours ago."

"O Allah Nada, why does no one say that Nada wants to give birth." Aksa immediately turned around and ran out of the house. Without changing clothes even without drinking first even though his throat feels very dry. He got into the car and headed to the maternity hospital.

The journey, which only took 10 minutes, felt very long. His hands were sweating. He could not imagine how Nada's struggle would be without him.

After arriving at the hospital parking lot, Aksa immediately came out and ran towards the hospital receptionist.

"Where's the maternity room next door? In the name of Nada?" ask Aksa in haste.

"Mother Nada is still in the observation room. The observation and maternity rooms are on the second floor."

"Thank you." Aksa immediately ran towards the elevator. Fortunately, he arrived just as the elevator door opened. After arriving on the second floor, Aksa immediately ran out of the elevator. He saw his father and Mr. Teguh sitting in front of the room. Satya was not far from there.

"Dad." Aksa set her breath first.

"Aksa, thankfully you came. The tone is inside the same Mother."

Aksa immediately entered the room. His heart immediately fogged up to see Nada sitting while grimacing enduring the pain. He walked closer.

"Darling, I'm sorry I just came." Aksa instantly grabbed Nada in her arms. A single tear melted from his eyes.

The feeling of the Tone instantly warmed. The embrace of the husband is the most comfortable.

"When was the contract? Why didn't you tell me this morning?"

"After Mas Aksa has departed." replied Nada with a quivering voice.

"Yes Allah Na. You can just say the same to me let me turn around. I can't imagine if I can't keep you fighting."

"There's Mama Mas."

Aksa took off her embrace then she knelt before Nada. He rubbed the sweaty face.

They looked at each other with eyes that were both condensing. "Mas, get over here? Not changing clothes first? Not rest yet?"

"Why do you still think of me? You concentrate on the birth of our baby. I'm sure everything's gonna be good."

Aksa rubbed Tone's stomach while closing her eyes for a moment. He read some do'a before giving birth to his wife. After that he stood up and placed his hand on the top of Nada's head while rubbing it small then continued his do'a.

The increasingly hissing tone endured the pain.

"Darling, more pain?" tanya Aksa then rubbed Tone's stomach.

"Yes, it's."

Seeing this kind of pain, his heart was like something. He continued to pray for the smooth running of his wife.

"Well, my father-to-be has arrived. I checked again yes," said the obstetrician who handles Nada. "The opening is perfect immediately there is a father who accompanies. We're moving into the delivery room now. Use a wheelchair."

Sister grabs the infusion and Aksa lifts Nada and sits her in a wheelchair to move into the delivery room.

Tone stomach already feels very heartburn, even there began to be a push from within.

Aksa raised the Tone and lowered it on a special maternity bed. With a half-sitting position and the legs are placed on the support device until it can be wide open.

On Nada's side, Aksa continued to recite in her heart while tightly grasping Nada's hand.

"Sick as hell..." Tone until gritting his teeth endured the pain.

"Yes dear. You're great, you can."

"Mother if there is a push from within immediately push yes. Place your chin on your chest, do not close your eyes too tightly. Straining like a bowel movement in a matter of 10 then take another breath and do it repeatedly up to three times."

What the Doctor talks about is no longer in the brain. Right now he really felt tremendous pain.

He simply stuck his chin on his chest, as he felt a strong urge, he began to push with all his might.

"Good mother. Count to 10 take another breath and start straining again. Yes, nice. Her hair is already visible."

Aksa's hand that had been grasping Nada's hand felt increasingly cold sweat. He himself could not imagine what Nada was feeling at this moment.

The tone seemed to take a deep breath. "Mas, I'm not strong..."

The words were like hitting Aksa's chest. "Na, you can. You can definitely, baby. Just a little more..."

The impulse was felt again. The tone began to push with all its might.

Aksa does not stop motivating Nada.

"Yes, good his head is in sight."

Nada took another breath and began to push with all her strength.

A few moments later there was a loud baby cry.

"Thank God, the baby is perfectly healthy, normal, and beautiful." The doctor wiped the baby's body for a moment and placed it over the chest of the Tone.

These two new parents were crying happily staring at his beloved baby wriggling with anxiety on Nada's chest.

Aksa brought himself closer to her baby's ears, with a low volume and soft she echoed adhan and then iqomah.

The taste of haru is increasingly crooked in the chest of Nada. Now her life feels perfect.

"Beloved." One kiss now landed on Nada's cheek. "You're a great mother."

"It's thanks to the do'a-do'a Mas Aksa."

Nada and Aksa now see her little daughter who has managed to find the source of her life and begin to suck it.

"Melody of Nara Danendra..."