Marriage Contract Letter

Approaching labor

Others became even more panicked at Ibra's wide steps and called her driver, Irfan.

Jodi got up immediately, "Well, I followed Lala to the hospital." without waiting for Jodi's answer following Ibra who brought Laras.

Dian also moved. "I'm with Jodi." Following Jodi's steps.

Mr. Mulyadi became a panicked follower, his heart agitated. Worried to see his nephew in pain.

Seeing that Mulyadi looked riled up, his anxiety was clearly reflected on the face of this middle-aged man. Caca approached and drove to the room to rest.

"Master don't worry, Mbak Laras must be fine." Lirih Caca while pushing her chair.

Mbok Darmi was already in Mr. Mulyadi's room, preparing his bed.

"Please Sir? do you want to go to the toilet first, let me take you." Mbok Darmi offered power to Mr. Mulyadi, when his chair went into the room.

Mr. Mulyadi shook his head. "I don't want to go to the toilet. I was worried, afraid to throw me to the napa-napa!"

"Just pray, sir, everything will be fine." Caca calms Mr. Mulyadi.

Mr. Mulyadi was lifted up, helped up to the bed. He lay down but with a pretty messed up mind.

"So calm sir, don't mind much. Because it'll interfere with your health." Message Caca.

"Yes, Mr. .. You should be fit don't mind much. Mbak Laras already has Mr. Jodi and her husband," added mbok Darmi.

Mr. Mulyadi nodded and closed his eyes. Emptying all thoughts that fill the brain.

"If you need anything, call me sir." Mbok Darmi offers back help.

"Master, I'll be back for a drink and for you." Caca turned the body out.

Caca and Darmi came out of Mr. Mulyadi's room. Kalan.

"I hope you take good care of Mr. Mulyadi. Not just looking for attention from the employer," said mbok Darmi while walking.

Caca. "Of course, Mbok, I will try to take good care. If it's about looking for attention or what, it's .. depending on who is looking and I don't want to take a headache, about that."

Mbok Darmi stood stunned. While Caca returned to Mr. Mulyadi's room, brought drinks and snacks.

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"Quick Fan," pinta Ibra on Irfan who he felt on the road for so long. His heart was increasingly panicked to see the pain of the wife who did not also subside. Especially when Laras shows at his feet flowing clear water.

Ibra is increasingly panic-stricken, anxious and confused. Don't know what to do? the car that was running felt like a snail.

"Don't panic sir, just calm down. It's also not good to follow the panic," Irfan's voice from the front, while staying focused on driving.

"Well, are you in my position? my wife is in pain. Of course I can't! I'm worried about my wife's safety." Obviously Ibra while looking at the face of the wife who was getting pale.

"Sorry, Sir. I understand it too." Irfan no longer spoke.

A few time lapse. The car arrived at the maternity hospital. Soon the nurse brought a wheelchair for pregnant women.

Baras was quickly brought and immediately treated by an expert doctor appointed to handle Laras. Ibra pushed into the room. His hand was holding the wife's hand.

Staring closely at the wife who was getting pale face, continued to grimace holding his waist. "The strong, dear? gotta be strong!" cuph landed a kiss on the forehead and the head of the wife.

Jodi and Dian came. Approaching Irfan. "How's it going?" jodi asked with her worried face.

''Inside.'' Irfan.

Clattering steps closer to the maternity room Laras. The two people with faces were very worried.

"Where is my ghost Fan?" tanya mom Rahma looked anxiously at Irfan and Jodi and Dian alternately.

"Inside. It's being handled by him." Designate the delivery room.

"Ibra's there, right?" ask Rahma to come back.

"Yes." Yeah." Irfan nodded.

Netra mama Rahma's eyes led to the door of the room, Ms. Rahma immediately went inside. And approaching Ibra.

"Where's Honey?" rahma asked Ibra with a gaze fixed on Laras.

"Still opening 1, Mah ..." murmured Ibra.

"Where is my ghost doc?" asked Rahma who was not satisfied with her son's answer.

"Mother's daughter-in-law, opening 1, and possibly still giving birth to her," replied the woman's doctor who handles Laras.

"Oh, but there's no problem with the fetus. Em ... I mean the position is correct? not breech or what?" mama asked Rahma curious and worried. Worrying should be.

"Thank God, his position is normal and hopefully his birth will be smooth" explained the doctor again.

"Alhamdulillah .." murmured Ibra and Rahma together. So did Laras, continue to pray in the heart so that the delivery runs normally and smoothly.

After that, the doctor came out. Leaving Laras and her husband also mother Rahma. Ms. Rahma rubbed her buttocks very gently.

The doctor and nurse came out. Mr. Marwan enters followed by Jodi and Dian.

"Where?" asked Mr. Marwan anxiously looking at Laras who was trying to get down with the guidance of the husband. His face was pale.

"Still opening 1, Pah .. it is still a long time if the doctor estimates." Rahma replied to her husband.

Jodi, Dian nodded as well. "May the delivery be good, O God!"

"Aamiin," murmured Dian who was standing near Jodi.

"Oh, so it's still a long time?" added mr. Marwan. Look at the ghost back.

"Yes, so the doctor said."

Ibra memapah Laras walk pacing very slowly. With regular breathing, the occasional grimace and collapse in Ibra's chest.

Dian who saw that, was stunned. Maybe if she was pregnant and would give birth like that too, her heart was a little sliced to see Ibra so painstakingly and patiently accompany Laras in times like this.

If only he could have children, maybe the story wouldn't be like this. It must be that now Ibra accompanied it was him, not Laras. Dian then lowered her head, hiding her envy of the woman who is now the favorite wife of the former.

Ibra gave him a drink, because Laras was thirsty, he said. Back grimacing in pain.

"Honey, if I could replace him, I would replace him. You can't see you like this, baby." Ibra hugged Laras and kissed her head.

The others were sitting on the sofa. some distance from the two of them, Ibra did not care about Dian being there. It's all just the past to make memories and experiences. Most important at this time, is the wife who is now struggling to give him a child, even with extreme pain.

Madam Rahma approached. "Eat him must love the wife, appreciate the wife who is willing to sacrifice risking herself even her life, only for the husband who wants to have children."

Ibra could only look at her mother.

Rahma's hand rubbed the stomach of the ghost. "Granddaughter of Oma, Oma's favorite. The easy ones, huh? out, which is smooth and healthy. Kasian mommy babe ...."

The stomach shook, as if the grandson understood the oma's words. Rahma's hand continued to rub the belly and buttocks of Laras, who sucked her head in Ibra's chest with her hands coiled around her husband's waist.

"Mah .. Laras needs are not brought?" ibra asked the mother.

"Brought by, baby. Tuh, over there!" pointing back.

"Honey, hold on to Mama first, brother wants to pee first." Ibra's whisper in Laras' ear was countered with a nod.

Ibra goes to the toilet. Not forgetting to lock it. A moment later he came out rolling up his sleeves.

Groped his pocket, looking for a cell phone. But nothing, grabbing his suit, happened to be tucked in there.

Ibra: "Myself. Young Madam's bag in the car?"

Irfan: "There, sir. Do I want to take it there?"

Ibra: "Yes, take it. But please huh? go home first, get my clothes to Susi."

Irfan: "Okay, sir."

After the conversation, Ibra hung up. Approaching the father who sat with Jodi and Dian.

"Thank you Jodi, are you here? but tomorrow you have to work. You too Dian, you guys just go home by night. Don't interfere with both of you." Ibra's gaze alternated.

"But" said Jodi.

"Tell me the same Mulyadi. Ask for her prayer, so that the delivery of Laras smoothly. I'll call you when I give birth." Ibra is back.

After a moment of thought, Jodi finally stood up. "All right, let me come back here tomorrow. Please call us?" pat Ibra's shoulder.

"Okay, say the same to Mulyadi. Don't worry, Baras is fine." Then the two shook hands.

Dian also moved. "I'm here again tomorrow too. Hope everything goes well" Dian muttered to Ibra. Keep his eyes glancing towards Laras for a moment.

"Yes, thanks!" reply Ibra to Dian.

Then Dian turned to Mr. Marwan to leave. "Pa, I'll go home first."

"Yes, Dian's home, it's night." Reply Mr. Marwan to Dian. Coincidentally the time has shown at 21.wib.

"Titip Laras," the last word from Jodi while patting Ibra's shoulder.

"certain." Ibra stared flatly at Jodi.

Dian walked first. Jodi stepped her feet with a heavy heart behind Dian.

After outdoor Barrel. Jodi asked. "Want me to drive home? or take the car to where I used to be."

"Huh? far away if you have to take me, to your house. Take the car," said Dian turned towards Jodi who kept walking.

"But, if you take the car first, it will definitely be overnight. Mending just go home, I deliver it and the car let the security to your place tomorrow morning." Jodi could not bear to also let Dian go home alone at night.

Dian was silent, as if thinking for a moment. "If you don't bother yourself. Okay then. Can."

Finally the decision is, Jodi drove Dian home first, let the car tomorrow morning delivered security to Dian's place.

Ibra again approached the wife who was now sitting on the edge of the patient's bed. "Honey. You want to pray first, huh hem?" cuph peaked the top of his wife's head.

"Yes, in the movement. What time is it?" lirih Laras while holding her stomach.

"Yes, baby yes .. wait a minute." Then Ibra passed by looking for a place of prayer. Previously entrust Laras to father and his mother.

By the time, nurses and doctors will come to check on Baras' condition. As of this moment Barrel is in check again. And he said it had started opening 3 but could not predict when.

"Thank you doc?" ibra and Rahma said.

"Yes are the same." The doctor passed back from the place.

Laras snuggled up in bed. Cold sweat poured out, his face withstood the pain. Hot-feeling buttocks, stomach constantly mules. Getting stronger. "Yes Allah. So delicious is this pain. Give me strength, God."

Ibra continued to be beside him, stroking his waist, occasionally giving kisses on his forehead and head. As if giving strength to Baras.

Ms. Rahma and husband, on sitting leaning on the sofa. Eyes closed. Naturally, if they feel tired, the night is getting morning. The clock turns at 02:30.

The eyes cannot be closed. With Ibra. Incidentally Irfan faithfully paced ushering in something Ibra asked for including coffee for him.

"Abang. Must be tired, just rest. I don't pa-pa, just don't go far." Laras' voice was slow, staring at Ibra's tired-looking face.

"No dear. If you can't sleep, how can I sleep hem." His eyes were fixed on the face of the pale wife.

Ibra's hand frames Laras's face. "The strong, baby, for the sake of our son. For me too, right?" then Ibra gave a kiss on both cheek and forehead Laras. And it ends on the lips of the wife even though it is short.

The barrel was stunned, feeling a contraction in his stomach. Then he bit his lower lip, enduring the pain.

"I'm sorry, huh? I haven't been the best wife to you. If anything happens to me. Titip my son, take good care of him ya sa-"

"Don't talk like that, baby. I don't want to hear it again, please?" both netra of Ibra's eyes dewy. And almost enslaved, unable to hold back any more.

Laras hand gently caressed the jaw of the husband. "Dear baby, am I the same?" ask Laras. He was also unable to hold the pool of water that pooled in the corner of his eyes.

Surely Ibra nodded, grabbing Laras' hand which she then kissed many times. That back. "I love you so much, so." Ibra's voice was so hoarse in Laras' ears.

The look of Laras was so sad. "I want to sleep in my arms." Laras immediately buried his face in Ibra's embrace.

Ibra embraced tightly and gave soft touches on the waist of the wife who seemed to grimace occasionally. Occasionally Ibra also rubbed cold sweat that adorned the temples and neck Laras with tissue.

For a moment both of them close their eyes in the patient's bed. Hugging is very friendly, but it does not last long. Baras woke up again with the pain he felt.

Feeling Laras' body move, Ibra automatically woke up again. "Honey. Do I need anything?"

Laras nodded and asked for a drink, thirsty. Ibra took it with sincerity. "To the toilet." Pinta Barrel after drinking.

"What do you want, baby?"

"You peed." Answer Laras while shaking the blanket.

Ibra went down first and pushed his wife into the toilet very slowly.

Ms. Rahma who woke up and heard the voices of Laras and Ibra, then asked. "Where are you going, baby? if you want diem's hand in place."

But Baras still wants to go to the toilet. Arriving at the toilet, Laras prepared to pee. It feels very upset, sometimes want a pup sometimes not anymore. So confused, half dead.

Ibra diligently cleans the scars of Laras pee, including cleaning the core area. "Don't you love hem yet?"

"It has. Wanted a pup, but didn't want to, a really bad feeling."

"Maybe it's carried away from the belly dear. We go to bed again." Bring Ibra.

"But .. I want a pup."

"Yes-yes. It's up to you, baby" said Ibra, letting Laras squat in the pup spot. Lama ... crouching. But not out either.

"Not be." Barrel stands with Ibra's hand guidance. Ibra brought him back to his place, yes it was the patient's bed.

"Dear baby?" asked Rahma when she saw Laras and Ibra just came out of the toilet.

"This, Laras wants a pup but is upset he said Mah," Ibra said.

"That, ordinary darling. It is like that when before labor.'' Madam Rahma looked towards Laras.

Barrel's hand gripped Ibra's wrist, eyes closed withstanding pain ....

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Yu where is his support? so that I may be more excited.🙏