Look at Me, My Husband
S3. Bag 40
The hero ran through the corridor of the hospital, without caring about the circumstances around. His heart and mind were at one point. Flamboyant Room 5, the room where his wife was struggling alone.
Without knocking, the Hero barged into the room. Her heart was touched when she saw Naina lying on her back to the entrance, curling up while squeezing a pillow.
“Wir.” Papa Wira just came out of the bathroom, aghast at the sight of the sudden arrival of the Hero.
“Ya, Pa.” Wira's gaze was still fixed on his wife.
Walking closer to ensure Naina's condition, Wira bit her lip while already standing in front of his wife.
“Nai, how are you doing?” asked Wira, holding the hand of Naina who was squeezing the sheets.
There was no answer, Wira could feel her hand squeezed by Naina for a few seconds.
“Mas, have you arrived?” ask Naina quietly. His voice was weak, enduring the pain in his stomach.
“Yes. Does it hurt so much?” Hero's worried. Shortly after brushing the long hair that was broken covered half of Naina's face and found that his wife looked pale.
“Hmm.” Muttering softly, Naina was speechless as the pain attacked.
“Sorry, Dear.” Wira rubs Naina's back slowly. Slightly bowing, the man presented a kiss at the temple.
The rest of them chose silence. She knew Naina was struggling to hold back the stomach-attacking feeling as their hero urged to get out before the expected time.
“You've eaten, Nai?” The hero asked as the tip of his eye caught a plate of whole white rice with an untouched side dish.
Naina shook her head weakly. For hours enjoying the pain, his strength drained away. Not only did Naina not have an appetite, she did not want to do anything but lie down and feel her stomach ache and ache at the same time.
“Ya. I'm with you here.” The hero smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down next to the gurney.
The fingers of the two hands are interlocked, the Wira can feel when the contractions come. Naina's grasp hardened and sometimes his wife groaned slowly.
“Sick one time, Nai?” wira asked as Naina frowned with her eyes closed. She could see, Naina tried to take a deep breath and exhaled. Keep repeating until the pain goes away.
“Sickness, Mas.”
“Nai, patience yes, dear. I'll accompany you here.” The hero rubs slowly Naina's stomach tightens, the shape is already irregular.
“Hmm.” Naina was speechless, the sensation that was engulfing her lower abdomen made the young mother run out of energy. He could only enjoy the moment by second the pain came and went as he pleased.
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“Opening five.”
After a dozen hours without progress, at exactly 21:30 p.m., a well-reported midwife checks on Naina's condition.
Naina carved a smile on her tired face. “Thank you,” he said softly. The experience of childbirth is much different than when giving birth to Vienna.
“About ... is it still a while?” wira asked the middle-aged woman who was removing the rubber gloves from her hands.
“Hopefully after this more quickly increase its opening.”
The hero nodded, his gaze turning to Naina. His wife looked even more relieved, the face that had been frowning withstanding the pain, was now slightly brighter.
In the room there were only the two of them. His father and Ratih had been home since late afternoon, and Wira chose not to trouble the two anymore. Moreover, the condition of Naina can not be ascertained when will give birth.
Time seemed to run slowly at a time like this, dozens of times the Hero stared at the clock on the wall, but the clock seemed not to move at all. The feeling is more complete when the moans and sighs of pain Naina are increasingly often heard.
“Propay, Dear.”
“Mas, I'm thirsty.” Naina said quietly, taking a breath out of her mouth in an attempt to endure the pain dancing in her stomach.
Deftly, Wira grabbed the glass on the nightstand and helped Naina take a sip with the tip of her lips.
“Already, Mas. What time ... uh ...” Naina whimpered as her stomach seemed to be being pulled around.
“Half twelve nights, Nai.” The hero was already about to cry seeing Naina struggle. Especially when he saw his wife's increasingly weakened physique hit by heartless pain.
“Ah long time ago, Mas.” Naina sighs. Start tired and desperate. Nearly twenty-four hours, but no sign of his hero will be born. The opening remains the same.
“Dek, quickly exit yes. Poor Mother, already exhausted,” whispered Wira in the stomach of Naina. The man's hand gave a gentle swipe and peeked in there.
“Mas, I .. I want to stand. My waist is sore,” pinta Naina.
The hero, according to her, helped Naina get off the bed. As soon as Naina's two feet stepped on the earth, the pain returned.
“Sssshhh.” Naina put both her hands around the neck of the Hero. Standing face to face, the pregnant woman lay her body on the shoulder of the husband. Hope this position can ease a little bit of pain.
“Propay, Dear.” The hero hugged tightly to Naina's waist. He could not do much, just following the movements of Naina's body that swung left and right.
“Sickness, Mas.” Naina said quietly with a spoiled voice. His hands not only hugged the husband's neck, but gripped and squeezed the back neck of the Hero.
“Ya, patience. We'll be out soon. Sure.” The hero is trying to strengthen in the midst of sleepiness that starts attacking him.
“I'm sleepy, but my stomach hurts, Mas. Ouch ...” Naina went back to grimacing in pain.
“Ya.” The hero can't say anything, he can't do much. Can only calm Naina down. “I can't replace you, Nai. If I can .. I don't mind accepting the pain.” The hero gently rubbed Naina's back and let her wife slump on her body.
To be continued
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