Love for Adita

Love For Adita 37

I sing little.

" It's so jolly you?" Tristan's hand hugged my waist while I was still cleaning my face.

" What the hell?" I'm selling expensively against Tristan.

" You're great today." Praise Tristan while sniffing my neck.

" I've been great, baby..."

" A snob.." said Tristan again.

"What's the concept? Snendus-ngedus kayak gug*k deh.." I said.

" Eh.suami himself spelled out kayak gug*k.."

Tristan tickled my waist until I screamed for mercy from feeling amused.

" Sorry Tan, I can wet the bed later." My threat.

" Just wet the bed..." He said while holding me like a little ank.

Tonight my mood was so good that I did not refuse to spoil Tristan.

***

As time went on, I now look forward to exciting times.

The time when I will risk my whole soul and body. Where I fought to give birth to our offspring, fighting for the title of mother and father. The first experience that made me anxious.

I should have learned all this from my birth mother, but fate says something else. My mother-in-law replaced my mother. It's so sad it feels. The mom I was hoping to be a role model didn't really care about me.

I have so much mirrored my fate. Fortunately there is still a mother-in-law who never tired of sharing knowledge with me.

I also always learn from social media. And God willing we can get through stressful times.

This afternoon the sky was cloudy, Tristan had not yet returned to work. I felt the da*am pants I was wearing wet.

I checked her into the bathroom immediately. There's a blood patch. Is this a sign that I am going to give birth? But I haven't felt heartburn.

Trying to comfort myself, I started packing, putting my needs and my baby-to-be in the bag. What if the time has come, agat younger brought. I play a slow song from my phone, so I don't panic too much. I want to give birth and my mind relaxes.

Towards magrib, I began to feel heartburn. Yet still rare. Since Tristan didn't come home, I tried to call him.

" What's up?" Tristan's voice was heard at the end of there.

" Where are you? I've been feeling heartburn, but not too often."

" A-I'm still stuck in traffic, which. How huh? Em... Well.. You're still strong, right?" Tristan's panicked voice.

" Tan.don't panic.I'm fine. I'm just asking where you are."

" Why I'm not panicking, you're giving birth. Just call mom, yeah,"

"Sama aja Tan. mama must have been hit by traffic jams as well, right in the direction." Obviously again.

" Yes already.you relax relax relax calm your mind. I tried to get there fast. Don't forget to tell mom and dad.."

" Be careful." My message while hanging up the phone.

I forgot to tell my mom too.

As I saw on social media. I try a lot of movement, but be careful.

Just be confident... I must be capable.

***

The clock on the wall had shown at ten in the night, but Tristan had not yet revealed his nose.

Is the road stuck? In my head began to appear negative thoughts.

Or. don't-don't Tristan is checking in at the hotel. If yes? Is that Tristan?

" O Allah, Adita.don't think bad about your husband.." I hit my head many times, but slowly. If I can be strong later I amnesia, if amnesia, good dong Tristan can cheat.

Geez Dita - Dita.could still think so.

I tried to beg for forgiveness.do not forget to pray for ease and smoothness during labor that will soon take place.

Outside the yard there was a car. I peeked out from behind the horden in the glass window. Tristan has returned home.

While enduring the pain, I stepped forward to open the door.

There was a worried face coming out.

I hugged him, smelled a scent on his shirt. The fragrance of the perfume is still the same just a little more wry. That meant.. Tristan is really stuck in traffic.

" What the hell is it?" Tristan seems to know I'm suspicious of him.

I smiled a little, grimacing occasionally for enduring the excruciating pain.

" I didn't take a shower?" Tristan asked for my opinion.

" Bath only clean. I still want some of your clothes." My heart while walking left him.

I'm practicing walking into the room. Tristan followed me from behind.

When I got to Tristan's room, I went straight to the bathroom, I put Tristan's change of clothes in the bag.

Just a few minutes later, Tristan was out of the bathroom with wet hair.

" Tumben took his bath so quickly? Not using the flower bath ritual?" I satirize Tristan who has an old bathing habit.

" It's an emergency, baby.."

I immediately gave her a change of clothes.

" Are you ready, leaving now?" Ask Tristan to me.

" The power is yes, yes. The pain comes often."

Tristan carries a bag and maternity supplies. We chose the nearest clinic.

I want to give birth normally. And the doctor said, Thank God, I can do that.

***

We arrived at the clinic. I had an appointment with his doctor before. I was greeted kindly with the sisters.

" Duh.. soon already want to launch.." said one of the sisters.

" Yes sus.. Alhamdulillah.." I said.

" How does he feel?"

" What must have been deg-degan..." I tried to relax, although as smart as I was undercover, still I was nervous.

As time went on, the clock on the wall already showed the number three in the morning.

Mom and dad have arrived. Tristan occasionally wiped away the sweat that flooded my face.

" O Allah.it hurts a lot.." I want to feel like I'm crying.

" Are still strong? Or we just operate. I can't bear to see you." Vibrating voice Tristan.

I looked at him.His eyes were reddened.

" Having seen my struggle today, I hope you can keep that loyalty for me."

Tristan rubbed my head gently. My mom's face in my mind.

" Mi. should have been here with me. With me I gave my husband the title of father." My tears broke making Tristan even more panicked. He called my mother in.

" Don't cry, Adita. Relax.there's mama here. We're sure you'll be strong for the baby's sake." Mama-in-law's words were soft.

I felt a great trembling at my feet. I was no longer able to walk. Mama told Tristan to call the doctor.

I lay down, and the opening was complete. The doctor and nurse began to prepare.

" Mrs Adita, let's open her wide legs. Mr. Tristan can be on top of Ms. Adita's head. Maybe Bu Adita can hold on to Pak Tristan.

It was like putting up a horse before I started pushing. I hooked my hand over Tristan's neck, I don't know what she felt. It was definitely not worth the pain I was experiencing.

" We're ready to buk." The doctor gave a warning.

I began to push, I heard the doctor say, "let's buk.the strong one."

" Let's go, baby..." Tristan's whisper in my ear is encouraging.

I take a breath and exhale and ...

The sound of crying babies filled this room.

Tristan kissed me on the cheek, "you're great, baby. You succeed. Baby's grandpa's out." Tristan is happy.

I was silent.still permeating the remnants of the struggle earlier.

So .. Is this what it's like to have a child?