Loving My Raised Mother

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At ten that the doctor expected, Fatma would be born. In fact, she has not yet given birth, even though the person concerned already feels not strong. But even in the push the baby has not come out.

Fatma's body had been limp and even ran out of fluid so that an infusion needle had to be attached to her hand.

Fatma's body is getting weaker. Clearly anxious faces filled the room. Ms Wati and umi Santi face wet with tears, want to help? don't know how! all they could do was cry and pray.

Likewise with Abah and Pak Wijaya his face looked worried and what would happen, seeing the condition of Fatma like this.

"Oh Allah .. whichever Aa has not yet returned." Abah muttered softly while rubbing his shabby face.

"Yes, I became anxious fear and worry, understand me only this time to meet people who want to give birth other than their own wife, even then." Pak Wijaya.

"How should we do now?" asked Abah with a soft glance at Mr. Wijaya.

"Where is it? yeah maybe we'll just wait for the doctor's advice, Bah, hopefully things go well?" hope sir Wijaya.

"Aamiin O Allah" said Abah, rubbing his face.

The hour hand kept rolling until it brought to 00.00 pm, Fatma who felt pain kept awake. Unclear restlessness that is felt.

Enjoying the taste of labor and that feeling cannot be described with words. Umi and Bu Wati continued to accompany while rubbing his waist Fatma which he said felt hot and mules continued to torture.

"Okay, Umi. Mother ... pain ..." his hiss Fatma, tears continued to flow adorning her pale cheeks.

"Prophe Nak .. by continuing to give, ask and ask God for help," he said.

"I'm not strong!" fatma complained, while continuing to throw her breath through the mouth "Huuh .. huuh ..."

The doctor went back into the room and examined Fatma, who was constantly agitated.

"Dok, how is this? find the best way, doc, we can't bear to see it." Ms. Wati said to the doctor.

"Yes, Mom. Is it patient, right? we will also try our best for Mother Fatma, so that everything runs smoothly. Baby and his mother survived, too" replied the doctor's mother.

Pain and disappointment mixed and enveloped the heart of Fatma, a feeling that so wanted to give birth accompanied by the husband. Looks like it should be extinct already.

He was already feeling strong no longer, and now the period of labor was underway and normal birth was Fatma's choice at this time, even though he felt weak still wanted a normal birth, he said, except when there really is no other way.

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Around eleven o'clock. The plane controlled by Arya has just landed at the destination airport in Jakarta.

Arya had read a chat from her family, who said that Fatma wanted to be born and was already in the hospital.

Unimaginable how agitated Arya's heart is at this time. The anxious wasps mixed into one. But even so he could not go home immediately.

I have to wait for the task to be completed. At least until you make a report at the office.

"Yes Allah ... Launch the birth of my wife?" he murmured in a heart that continued to pray for the smooth delivery of Fatma.

After completing all his duties in the office, Arya immediately to take his motorcycle inside the office. To go home and meet his wife.

Fellows who know that Arya's wife will give birth, they had to pray to Arya that the wife's birth smoothly and survived the baby and his mother.

At this time Arya was sitting on the big motorbike, did not forget to use a helmet and immediately forward the two wheels quickly darted like lightning. Coincidentally, the road also looks off guard from other vehicles because it is almost late at night.

Arya's mind floated, remembering the wife who had no idea how she was right now? but he remained focused on riding his motorcycle. "O Allah .. Send forth my wife's hand to save her baby and mother." Inner Aryan.

The face that looked riled up, continued to focus on speeding up and the goal was not to the mansion but directly to the hospital. Where the wife had been there from noon.

"I remember, if Fatma wanted me to accompany her when she was born, I'm still here and don't know if Fatma has given birth or not?" Aryan Monologue.

With high speed, so that it is not too time consuming, the two wheels entered the hospital parking area.

After keeping his helmet only half-running, down the hospital hallway to the delivery room where the wife there.

He was still wearing his pilot uniform and wrapped in a black jacket. Arya continued to run until finally arrived in front of the room, there was Pak Wijaya's brother and happened to be the Sultan was there.

"Hi bro, what's the spit?" call Sultan while waving.

"Assalamualaikum, Abah. Dad, are you the Sultan already here?" ask Arya.

"I just came bro, the same out of duty," said the Sultan.

"Ooh thanks for coming?" Arya said.

"Well, get in? Fatma's been waiting." Said Abah and Pak Wijaya together.

Arya nodded while carrying her steps into the maternity room.

"Darling, Aa's coming." His words when he crossed the door.

"Aa, Alhamdulillah .." the faces of Bu Wati and Umi who had been pale slightly turned back to light, feeling happy Arya came just in time.

Especially Fatma, in the midst of her weak and crummy condition. Her lips cursively gave a thin smile, welcoming the husband who finally came and accompanied.

Happy, sad at the same time. Could come in time. Because Fatma is not a child either. And God willing can accompany.

"I'm sorry, Aa dear. Aa late? a friendly kiss again landed on Fatma's forehead which closed her eyes.

"Why did it come?" I waited for it from the afternoon because it was soft and quiet.

"Yes, honey. The plane had a delay, and had just landed at about 11:00 through a hasty landing.direct here had not had time to go home to the mansion, the goods were still on the motorbike outside the hospital," arya said while hugging the head of the wife.

"Allah, O Allah .. At last, Aa went home also." Lirih Umi and Bu wati alternately.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah .. Now, Aa is here.

The doctor was silent looking at Haru arya and Fatma, and how many times it appeared he let out a very long sigh.

Then, Aryan's hand moves towards Fatma's stomach while speaking. "Darling, baby Papa candidate, come out son? now that Papa is here, and will see you born into this world, may Allah make it easy and safe for you and your mother." Reveal Arya while rubbing Fatma's stomach full of haru.

Fatma continued to catch her breath. Follow the advice of the doctor so that he can make it well.

"Come, honey? the spirit! for our baby." Arya's whisper.

Fatma's sweat, which was covered with cold sweat, she looked at my husband while disturbing. "Huuh .. huuh ..." exhale very regularly.

His hand held tightly to Arya's wrist even gripped her firmly.

In a matter of seconds, Fatma pushed out with all her energy. And finally the baby came out easily.

But the atmosphere was so quiet, there was no sound of babies crying at that time.

Suddenly, all who were there made gymnastics heart, dag-dig-dug not careless. Worry, fear. Was-was, shock. Mixed into one.

How not to make a heart spot? usually the baby when it comes out immediately cries, but the baby Fatma does not make a sound at all. And not moving one bit.

Everyone looked at each other with their anger. Afraid of her baby Arya and Fatma why-not.

Especially Fatma and Arya his heart melengos sad. Wanted to scream loudly.

But in the end ... Oa ... oa .. oa .. oa .... the still red baby is loud.

The baby spoke loudly as if to signal that he had come out of the womb of a mother. See how beautiful this world is.

Fatma closed her eyes. A feeling of relief and happiness after hearing the voice of her baby so loud.

Cup!

"Darling, our baby was born, baby." Arya repeatedly kissed Fatma's forehead and cheeks, how happy the feeling that enveloped Arya and Fatma in particular.

Fatma who was weak, just nodded and showed her a happy smile.

"Congratulations? baby's a boy." The doctor said while taking care of baby Arya junior.

"Alhamdulillah .." murmured all that was there." Saying sukur for his gift. Smooth terrain, handsome baby boy.

Actually Arya and Fatma already knew from the beginning that the Fatma bladder is a baby boy. But they deliberately silenced, afraid it fitting out, God said another and finally disappointed.

"Masya Allah .. O Allah .." umi and Bu Wati closed their mouths to look at the red baby who is now being adopted by his father, Arya.

Hearing the baby's voice from within. Pak Wijaya Abah and Sultan jumped from his seat, they looked at each other with sparkling eyes and bright faces.

"Had been born, Om. Abah, that baby sounds crying." Sultan enthusiastic.

"Yes Tan, Alhamdulillah O Allah ..." Abah was so happy that his first grandson was born.

Likewise with Mr. Wijaya, he was very happy because Fatma had given birth, something very worrying from that afternoon. Finally plong .. at this moment.

Now Fatma is being moved to the hospital room, of course with her baby as well, moving from the delivery room to the VIP room. A room of good quality and guaranteed comfort, inhabited by only one patient.

Everyone gathered in the room. Arya is not far from Fatma who does not want to be left behind.

"Baby we're good-natured. Exactly what Rania wants." Arya's whisper with her lips drawn curled up forming a smile that described how happy she was.

"Yes, like Rania wants? Arya junior while," said Fatma with a faint smile towards the husband who was not far from her.

"Now we have launched the first junior, and soon we will make the second junior, he he he he ...."

Fatma's hand is still attached to the infusion needle, looking for the growing parts of Arya to pinch. "Basic, just gave birth! I told you like that. What is birth not painful?" fatma said, shaking her lips.

"Can't now baby .. later one more month, we make again. Make other juniors! let it be crowded," continued Arya while peeping the wife's forehead.

Abah, Mr. Wijaya. The sultan, Bu Wati and Umi shroud the adorable looking baby. His skin is still red. His nose is sharp. his look is handsome, his lips are also so ripe ....

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Hope you like the ending moments of Arya and Fatma 🙏