Marriage Contract Letter

Give birth

Around 11.wib. The barrel is no longer strong enough to withstand pain. And I would love to see it. The doctors and nurses had gathered, the only man there was Ibra who really needed to accompany his wife.

Now Laras is ready with the process of giving birth, and the position is really ready to precede. The doctor gave instructions to Laras, as well as Ibra to help the wife. Whatever to do at this time, both legs Laras already open and bend, hands holding on the side of the bed and the other holding tightly to the hands of Ibra.

The doctor told Baras to take a regular breath. To gather all his strength. This is a very stressful moment for Laras, Ibra and the family. Where Laras was really demanded to fight. Between life and death, to be a full mother.

The sweat that continues to wet the entire body of pregnant women becomes one of the decorations how full the sacrifice of someone who wants to give birth.

During childbirth, the pain is like 20 bones being broken together. Giving birth is the end of a long waiting process during pregnancy. In humans the gestational age to give birth an average of 280 days.

The doctor kept giving instructions for Laras to push. Breathe .. release! take a breath ... release it! 1 time, 2 times. Then his head appeared. The barrel looked limp, as if it was not powered anymore.

"I can't stand it anymore" cried Laras limp.

"Come on the spirit of the Madam, her head is already visible. Let's get some spirit." Said doctor.

"Yes, baby, let's get on with the spirit. That's his head almost out." Added Rahma's mother.

Ibra, who had been holding Laras' hand, kissed him occasionally. He cried powerless to see the struggle of his wife. "I'm sorry, baby, because of me. You're hard like this?" repeatedly kissing Laras' forehead.

"Passion, spirit! little more our son will be out." Ibra's whisper in the wife's ear, giving her spirit.

Hearing all the encouraging, Laras took a deep breath, gathering back all his strength. Closing your eyes while speaking. "ZIPHIT ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ 『Without illabillaah ...."

Laras tried to push as hard as he could, with his hands firmly grasping Ibra's hands. Finally, a little voice filled the room.

"Little Madam, let's push her once again." Pinta the doctor.

Both eyelids Laras open, after hearing the sound of the cry of the little one. Laras heart feels relieved, finally out also the fetus that he had been carrying. Dropped in a happy smile on Laras' lips, especially after everything had come out.

Time and again Ibra landed a warm and loving kiss on the wife's forehead and cheeks, whispering. "Our son was born, baby." His smile grew happy.

"Yes Allah .. My grandson," Rahma was very enthusiastic. It was as if cheering to see the baby boy who was being cleaned by the sisters.

The tense moments are over. Replace with a smile that is broken from each other's lips. But as soon as Ibra's smile faded, saw Laras' eyes closed even though his face showed a smile and calm.

Ibra's heart melengos, both legs feel like unsteady. The panic on his face was indescribable, wanting to scream. But his voice was stuck in his throat. Only the hand shakes the wife's shoulder and the tears fall like rain falling down to the earth. He hugged the unmoved body of his wife.

Bu Rahma was stunned to see her son crying bitterly and hugging the wife's body. Eyes that were originally teary with happiness, turned into anxiety. A deep sadness. Infinite worry, even if you don't know what's going on! indeed.

His knees were shaking. His body descended to the floor with an increasingly dewy gaze, his heart raging.

The other nurse helped Rahma to stand up and sit her durin on the sofa. The doctor checks the patient's condition. Seeing Ibra crying a mouthful, the doctor smiled faintly.

"Master, don't panic. Madam's just soy sauce, and she's sleeping without sleeping pills. Let him rest."

Ibra turned to the doctor, looking confused. "Huh? doctor intent. My wife ...."

"Your wife is just asleep." The doctor nodded with a reassuring smile.

Ibra fingers are attached to the surface of the nose. It is still warm and now breaths regularly. "Masya Allah .. dear." Rubbed his wet face. His lips re-engraved a smile.

Netra Ibra's eyes turned to the little one who was placed on the chest of the wife. By his doctor, he tried to prosecute as much as he could. Because some argue, that the newborn baby in the Sunnah is in Adani on the right ear and iqamah in the left ear.

But there are also those who argue that pitting the newborn baby is the law mubah (can) and makruh.

Ms. Rahma who used to have a pale face. Finally it was bleeding and shining. Approaching his son and grandson. "Yes dear God .. Mama's heart almost dislodged," rubbed her chest.

Finally, Mr. Marwan entered after there was a nurse who came out. "Where's my granddaughter?" Straight away his steps towards the bed. Seeing the grandson who is now in the arms of the wife.

"Pa, look Pa. Her eyes were open, her tiny lips were moving. Masya Allah ... finally we have a grandson also Pa?"

"Yes, Mah. My funny grandson .." said Mr. Marwan with a smile.

"Eh. This is my grandson, Pa. Granddaughter." I'm Rahma's mom hugging the little guy.

The barrel is directly moved to a special room vvip. And little Rahma's mother brought it. Ibra also pushes the cage into the vvip space. As a standby husband, Ibra was not one bit away from the wife except to the toilet and to pray.

Especially now. The room is more adequate, so even Ibra prayers can be there. Irfan told Irfan to buy lunch. Incidentally this morning Ibra did not have breakfast, so the disturbing feeling full of anxiety. With conditions that drive adrenaline. Tense making.

It's been over half an hour. Baras is still unconscious. Makes Ibra anxious again. Look at the wife who is still asleep.

"Wake up baby. Son, we missed her in Mammy's arms." Ibra's voice was slow in the wife's ears. Then kiss Laras' forehead full of love. "Thank you dear."

After that, the head of Laras moved. A little squinted his eyes, looked at Ibra and circulated his gaze to every corner of the luxurious room. His consciousness that had yet to recover, made him slightly dumbfounded. "Where?"

"In vvip's rungungan dear." Again kissed the wife. Her smile expanded, happy to see Laras wake up.

Baras is still dumb. The memory in his head still remembered what had happened. Netra her eyes were fixed on the baby box, then her hands touched her flat stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment, then he became fully aware. If she gave birth.

Laras got up and wanted to sit back, Ibra helped him. "That's a baby kit, right?" staring at Ibra with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, honey. Our son." Ibra. "Eat ya baby? must be hungry!"

"I want to hold our baby first." The voice of Laras was shrill and full of supplications.

Ms. Rahma immediately brought debay to Laras. "This is darling .. the handsome. Sire, mother's grandson?"

"Papa's grandson, Mah .." - Mr. Marwan.

"My son Pa." Sela Ibra.

Laras carried the little one who woke up immediately when he smelled the hand of the mother, his eyes twitching. Looking right and left, as well as her tiny lips. Like drinking something.

Lips Laras did not stop smiling, looking at the tiny and cute little guy.

"Looks, she's thirsty baby. Try bari asi. Kasian," said Rahma when debay began to whine his head moving in search of asi.

"But, Mah .. is not sick? the suck!" netra Laras eyes looked at the mother-in-law who unbuttoned her pajamas.

"Sickness is normal dear, more pain in the suction of his papa," replied Rahma. "Let her breast grow more fertile. Eat lots of vegetables to add more."

Barrel smiled. But before wanting to give his asi, his eyes looked at Ibra who was clearly staring at him and the little guy. "Far off, I'm willing-"

"What's the matter, honey? I've enjoyed it a lot before our son too, I used to." Cutting the speech Baras while grinning.

The barrel slightly widened his eyes, glaring. He doesn't think he's ashamed of talking like that in front of people.

"Yes, honey. No papa, let's take care of the little guy. I've been looking for mimi." Timpal ma Rahma.

"Will also get used to it dear." Said Rahma while rubbing the head of the ghost.

"Geli, Mah .." said Laras grimacing.

"Where's gel? his father or his son." Temptation Mr. Marwan from afar, make Laras blush embarrassed.

Ibra is too mesem-mesem. Several times he swallowed his saliva. Seeing his toys become a source of breast milk for the son.

Ibra's hand took lunch for Laras. Drinking water too. "Eat my dear." He bribes Laras with his own hands.

Zayn's coming. Bring some greeting flower arrangements from colleagues. "Her? where's my handsome bangs for sure." Zayn hurried over to the baby box. It just so happens that the baby is put back there, after feeling full.

"Dede baby has just bobo Om Zayn," said Rahma who was near the box.

"Well ...the handsome looks like me" Zayn admitted very confidently.

"Like me. I planted the seeds, you felt you planted the seeds!" Ibra turned towards Zayn.

"Plant stocks anyway .. not but look at it. It's kind of cute." Her hand stroked the baby's soft cheek.

"Our hands are dirty!" ibra is back.

"Ck .. Bring me very! it's clean." Zayn looked at both of his hands which he felt were already clean.

Ibra continued to feed Laras. Until toilet. Barrels are really starving. And his power is drained away. Childbirth.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" jodi's voice came from behind the door. "Wah .. has given birth. Congratulations huh?"

Ibra and Jodi shake hands. Not to be missed with Baras. " Thank you!"

"Uncle. Haven't been here?" ask Baras to Jodi.

"I'm from the office, straight here. Maybe I'll bring it here in the afternoon." Jodi smiled with a bright face that was happy, happy. Relieved, when you have finished giving birth. Then Jodi approached the baby who was beside the Baras bed.

"Cute .. saucy. Must be big, very handsome." Jodi muttered looking at the ponakan.

"certain." Answer Ibra.

"Where's the delivery going?" ask Jodi again.

"Em .. alhamdulillah .. smoothly." Ibra nodded slowly.

"Thank God." Jodi smiled happily to hear it. The net of his eyes could not be separated from the gaze to the little one who slept well.

"What's his name?" Search Jodi. Shift a glance at Ibra and Laras.

"Em .. his name is Khasatria Ibrahim." said Ibra.

"Khasatria, great!" Jodi nodded in agreement.

Then Jodi sat on the couch with Marwan and Rahma. Also Zayn, talking together there.

"Dear, thank you?"

"Thank you for what?" Laras scrunched his forehead.

"Thank you. Because ... You are willing to sacrifice, give something very valuable to Brother." Ibra embraces Laras and kisses his wife's forehead and head.

"Oh, you two!" Laras returned the husband's embrace.

"That means, I have to fast? from now on!" Ibra murmuring in the ear Barrel.

"Fasting ... means?" I do not understand the meaning of the husband.

"Yes, a 40-day fast, during the nipas. Strong isn't it?" mumble Ibra again.

"Ooh .. that." Smile barrel. "Kasian .. kasian." Barrel smiled with satisfaction.

"Excuse me ..." Dian brought a congratulatory flower arrangement. Near Laras and Ibra. "Congratulations?"

"Thank you." Ibra's mumbling slowly.

"Laras, congratulations? on the birth of the little one. Can't I carry it. Just pause." sulk Dian, staring at Ibra and Laras alternately.

"Ec ... I can." Laras nodded.

Ibra raised the baby and gave it to Dian. "Be careful."

Dian immediately welcomed the little guy. With carefree, finally able to carry also his baby Laras, which was planned to be his upbringing. "du-du-du .. handsome really nih child?"

Jodi approached Dian and stared at baby Satria intensely. The boy was still red but handsome.

"You, why leave me? I told you already. I also want to look at this baby," said Dian glanced at Jodi.

"I'm from a meeting with my colleague." Said Jodi.

"Dear boy?" Dian again turned his head towards Jodi who was standing beside her.

"Yes, really. Must be a handsome boy later," said Jodi, rubbing baby's head.

Laras and Ibra looked at each other. With a smile, full of happiness. Barrel Hand. Ibra held very tight.

Dian, put baby in the back place. "Again congratulations to you Laras. You are so lucky to have a husband who loves you so much. Having a funny mom, while I?" down deep.

Laras turned to look at the husband who was lying next to him. Seemed asleep. Maybe soy sauce, due to sleep deprivation last night. Then I turned back to Dian. "Sister Dian is patient? god willing, one day you will find someone more than anything."

"Hem .. I envy you. You got what should be mine." Obviously Dian. With a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it from you. Especially to make you excluded, not my intention," said Laras sincerely.

Dian's gaze turned towards the sleeping Ibra. "If we were still family?" then Dian's gaze pointed towards Laras.

Laras stared fixedly at Dian, who still seemed to be obsessed with her ex-husband ....

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My readers all, I hope you guys are doing well right now, okay? thanks also you guys are still faithful waiting for the up of this SKM🙏 come on who always asks Laras lahiran?