Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

118. Still Opening 8

At midnight, Zia woke up again, her hands reflexively squeezing Zidan's hands while sleeping in a sitting position. The contractions that were afflicting him were now stronger than the ones before.

"Contract again?" asked Zidan who woke up from his sleep. Zia nodded while adjusting her breath. Zia does that because it is from the beginning of the contraction, breathing is enough to help reduce the pain.

"Mother.." call Zidan to Mother Dian who fell asleep on the sofa with Dimas' father, she doesn't know what to do. Mother Dian also woke up and immediately approached Zidan and Zia.

Mother Dian directly massaged Zia's lower waist and shoulders while guiding the daughter-in-law's breathing. Also calculate the length of Zia's contractions.

"Out opening check, huh?" mother Dian said when Zia's contractions ended in a minute.

Zia nodded then began to raise her right leg as she was lying on her left side. Zia tightened her grip on the handle that was in front of her when she was again examined inside.

"Udah 5, Alhamdulillah," said Mother Dian. "After this will be longer and intense contract. So pinter-pinter saving energy huh?"

Zia nodded, she had already been taught how to save energy during contractions, the most she remembered was not to yell excessively.

"Mama is equally papa dateng not?" asked Zia who wanted to ask him from last night but didn't.

Zidan nodded. "Then come" said Zidan, calming his wife.

Zia nodded and looked at the in-laws, "When was the baby's sister born, Bun?" tanyakanya.

"A little while, baby. Mother's prediction will be in the morning around seven or eight you have started labor. Now it's opening five, only half more. Yaa's spirit?" said Mother Dian gently. If he usually does not accompany patients who will give birth all the time, but because this is his own daughter-in-law, Mother Dian does not come out of the room. He will continue to accompany and help until his grandson is born into the world.

"That's old Bundaa.." whined Zia when she saw only one in the morning.

"Dinikmatin the process, not long anyway," comfort Mother Dian. Dimas' father also woke up, but just sat on the couch listening.

When you say it again, the contractions come again. Making Zia clutch back at Zidan's arm as her stomach ached, the longer the pain grew stronger.

"Such mules.." complained Zia while the other hand rubbed the stomach in a circular manner.

"Good is Zi, if the mules are regular means the opening will be spit." Mother Dian said while taking the Birth ball in one corner of the room.

With Zidan's help, Zia got out of bed and was led slowly to sit on a large ball held by the mother.

"Turn around her waist to relax more," said mother Dian who began to model the way and let Zidan do it.

Zidan held Zia's waist with both of Zia's hands on her shoulders as a pedestal.

"Is it really sick?" zidan asked as Zia sounded grimacing.

"Udah. Though only opening five," great-grandson Zia accompanied by her tears that fell.

Zia immediately rubbed him, "No papa, my wife is strong. I'll see you soon baby."

Zia nodded then turned her waist back. May she be strong until the end, until the baby is born.

"Zia want to eat?" ask mother Dian.

Zia shook her head, "Not wanting to, Bun."

"You want fruit?" ask Mother Dian again, because Zia needs a lot of food intake.

Now Zia nodded, "May Bun."

Hearing the answer of the daughter-in-law, Mother Dian also took an apple. Peeling also cuts it off so that Zia can easily eat it.

Now that part of Galen goes inside. The head of the Atlansa accompanied the friend who was hoping for anxiety.

"Is there progress?" asked Galen who was standing next to Zidan who was feeding an apple to Zia.

"Before a while, again mules as well," Zia replied as she lowered her head and caught her breath.

Coinciding with that, mama Salma and papa Riyan walked into the room with Zio.

"Zeco."

Zia raised her head when someone mentioned her name. Zia was silent for a while then cried loudly when she saw papa and her mother standing in front of her.

Zia stood up from the Birthing ball and hugged her father and mother at the same time.

"Mama...Papa..." The one who stole Zia's attention the most was her papa. It was like a dream he could re-hug the papa and of course be reciprocated.

"Yeah... This is papa, sorry papa? Now Zia must be the spirit of birthin papa's first grandchild," said Papa Riyan as he took off their arms and then kissed Zia's forehead.

Zia nodded then hugged her papa back. Mama Salma also rubbed Zia's hair in the arms of her father.

"Who is baby Zira?" asked Zia, since Zira had no nanny, one hundred percent took care of her mother.

"There's outside. Same with Keyna" replied Mama Salma.

"Why not read it"

Zia's words again paused because of her contract. The closer here the distance gets and the pain gets more pronounced.

Zia's eyes widened as she felt something, "Head baby ma."

Mama Salma nodded, Mother Dian also approached. "Out opening check, huh?"

Zia nodded. Dimas' father, Papa Riyan, and Galen are out for a while.

"Seven....In a moment." said Mother Dian while pulling her finger out.

Mama Salma and Zidan also kissed Zia's hand to encourage. Mother Dian looked at the clock that showed at four o'clock, even though she had a dozen years handling the birth, still she felt stubborn as the opening of the son-in-law grew bigger. Only he was able to control the look on his face, not wanting to make Zia panic even more.

Zia was unable to sleep, lucky to have had time to sleep even though only two hours. In each contraction, Zia can hug people alternately, sometimes Zidan, sometimes mama, sometimes papa, sometimes also mother.

So, Zia felt even more excited because of the many supports for her. Not to forget also his best friend who waited in the next room.

At half-six, her friends returned to the room, with baby Zira being carried by Keyna.

"What opening is it?" sherena asked as she hugged Zia who was contracting.

"Udah eight just now" Zidan replied. Zia had rarely spoken after her opening rose to seven. Focus more on saving energy and contraction.

"Zia peng ngejaran, can you?" zia's chirps made Sherena immediately take off her embrace.

"Zi, I don't know the vow, Mother.." panicked Sherena who shouted at the end of his sentence.

"Why?" ask Mommy Dian to come closer.

"Zia wants to cringe, can you? Mules this much," said Zia limply. But mother Dian shook her head.

"Hold ya baby, set his breath. Your opening is not perfect. In a moment, really," said Mother Dian, it is natural that if it has entered the opening of eight pregnant women began to complain about pushing, all because of the urgent push of the baby's head down.

Zia was forced to nod, adjusting her breathing with Zidan's guide whispering right in front of her ear. Really, Zia heard Zidan's voice already started to tremble.

"Propause... In a moment," Zidan said as Zia continued to move her legs irregularly as she held back her contractions and urge to push. Zidan did not have the heart, Zia had almost twelve hours of pain, and what made Zidan afraid was that this was still the process of opening yet to labor which would be more draining of Zia's energy.

"That's mules....Want to fuck now.. Engh!" Zia unintentionally pushed slowly when she could not hold it.