My Beloved Husband

First Grandchild

"Ayaaaahhhhhh, come to the hospital?" exclaimed mother of drunkenness, there was indeed the act of a young couple in the house, Aisyah felt a great pain in her stomach after eating fruit rujak. "Ayaaaaaahhh, the ex wants the birth!"

Blars!

Father suddenly turned around, he just wanted to change clothes because of the smell of sweat, already made surprised by the voice of his wife, especially bringing news of the endak daughter-in-law giving birth.

His grandson is coming into the world soon, a grandson who will be a hero in his life, his lineage with his first wife will soon be present and complete.

"Yeahahahh!"

"Yes, Orange, wait!" rush to pick up the best wedge, do not forget his small bag, fill the wallet there all, want to buy a balloon for his grandson later. "When was he born, Orange?"

Mom runs up to her breath chasing, "Dad don't be long, the freaking bus is in the hospital, call me on, let's go, let's go, let's go, later the same Saka Arsy affair I have told Sofi with Nakula, there are other relatives like Pian Sama Yoga, this is the main thing!"

According to him, he knew why Baskara was afraid, there were two things that Baskara was afraid of, among them he was afraid to hear bad news like the father who experienced first where his biological mother died after giving birth, he said, then the second bad news is that his son needs a mother while Baskara does not want to share love or glance at women other than Aisyah, he will not be able to find a figure like the second mother of Orange, he will not be able to find a figure like the second mother, good and caring connecting mothers are hard to find, which there is only care for husbands, children of umpteenth number.

Baskara paced back and forth, after the BAB was indeed Aisyah, estimates are still in the next week again, but maybe the effect of acid or stomach pain, he did not understand the words of the doctor was provoking contractions, he did not understand, if you say it's time to ask outside the child, want to join the application from his uncle, Saka.

She did not want to go in until the nurse came to her and told her that Aisyah was crying.

"Yes, A-yesha .. I'm here, I'm with you, which one is sick again?"

"It's gone, but there's more."

"Why are you crying?"

"Sister isn't here, I mean Yanda up front, I'm afraid Yanda is angry and I'm not getting Yanda's relays here, it's going to be hard." she shed another tear.

"I'm here, take it easy, I'm just waiting for mom and dad, they're coming here, I'm with you, baby."

Aisyah just felt calm, she held her husband's hand, there was nothing else she could hope for except from the willing and sorry of her husband, she had let her lips wet continue to pray, she said, it did not even stop even if his cry exploded from the pain, a throbbing that tormented his stomach and made him almost give up, his tail bone was like wanting to be broken.

"Yandaaaaa, sssstttthhh!" he rubbed his back again. "Sickness, Yanda!"

"Yes, which one hurts, let me wipe, be patient, be patient ... Son, help ya, slow down ...."

Aisyah continued hissing before finally asking for a drink and calm down for a while, she wiped her tears, then went back to talking, before long she had to be in pain again umpteenth time, her feet until cold as soon as Baskara held on.

"The stomach down the kayak just want to get off this, huuuhhh, huuuhhhh, yes, yes, it's okay Adek to go outside yes, slowly yes ...."

That voice until it sounded in front, father and mother were allowed to enter, once seeing Aisyah in pain, father immediately turned his face away, already experienced, but still afraid, moreover, near the bed was his son who was mobbed with great fear.

Father pressed Baskara's shoulders slightly, took the child outside for a while and the mother who accompanied Aisyah, gave a prayer, drink and spirit, and she said, invite a positive talk until Aisyah feels strong and excited about the process.

"No, Dad. I didn't scold A-yesha about that rujak, I brought it here immediately, I panicked, I didn't have time to get angry, Dad." he explained.

"Good, don't get mad at your wife, she's also on her way, beware that I know you're angry, I hit her here!"

"Yes, but I was afraid that A-yesha, -" Baskara could not continue, but I understood the fear that he had put on Baskara at that time, his son lost his mother at birth, the trauma is still there. "Dad, I won't be able to find the same one as Mother Orange, no, Dad!"

"Heh, if Aisha is going to die, she must be strong and healthy, your child will also get complete affection from you, not one less!"

Baskara hid behind her father's shoulder, unable to resist the existing sobs and excessive fear, she was determined to enter if Aisyah was ready to give birth, she said, now let her mother be inside.

Sometimes the father rubbed the head of his first child, who else would strengthen if not him, who was always there and made his son strong.

There would be no substitute for a wife, nor could there be any substitute for her if not her current wife, accepting and even more loving the child she brought with her than her own, the entire body of the mother of Orange gave to Baskara even though she had two children after her.

"Here, later Aisyah so sad if her husband is whiny, you want to be a successor kok like cry anyway, want to be beaten again?"

"Don't, you'll be angry!"

Losing father if threatened with mother's anger, he would obviously not dwell at all even though he was upset at his son.

Inside, the mother tried to be the handle of her daughter-in-law, saying that after the fifth opening it would all be fast and good, would not feel anymore.

But, what Aisyah felt more than what mother said, she set her breath, trying not to complain much to be stronger to spell it later.

"Mom hurts again, Mom .. hurts again, this!"

"Mother...."

Continue so until the nuns go outside asking Baskara to enter immediately, already near the opening of the peak where he must be near the wife, it could be their child is ready to be pushed.

Seemed weak and pale Aisha's face there, her stomach was getting down and down, Baskara was sitting near the chest, he kissed her forehead which swallowed the saliva alone was difficult, he said, hijab Aisyah was soaked in sweat, staring at Baskara with a weak look.

"Yanda, Yanda, Yanda ...."

"Yes, in a moment, I'll see Dedek, dear Nda!"

Aisyah nodded, she closed her eyes briefly, the more she felt broken all her bones, the grip on the side of the bed and Baskara's hand was getting stronger, a little scream was released there.

Two female doctors came in and the other nurses, they started giving directions. Baskara nodded, she kissed his wife as soon as Aisyah followed the directions of the doctor down there.

Prayers began to skyrocket, tears from sharp eyes continued to trickle, watching his wife struggle for the baby he loved so much and from his body part, he said, The Aisyah he protected would give birth to a protective figure for him, just for him.

"Darling, strong!" whispered.

***

Basque carrying the little baby who was still red and sipped the little, he had just finished his task and helped Aisyah give milk to the baby, his face as beautiful as Aisyah's face, like the moon divided in two, like a moon divided in two, but his eyebrows and eye line are a little similar to Baskara's.

Father repeatedly took pictures of his grandson, he did not even want to give up when his grandson cried, want him to be weeded too, alternating with an anxious mother for forgiveness, reminding herself to first become a mother continued Baskara, still petite and crying in her cradle.

"What do you want, Nda?"

"Laper, Yanda, ehehehe, was drained of calm, said the nurse could eat, I'm hungry ahahahah."

The new mother was starving to the point of looking for the threshing crackers her husband had eaten, they had moved to a much fresher and cleaner room, there is a waiting bed where the father is currently lying with his first grandchild, matching the eyes that are there, want him to make sure he can be a hero like him.

"I helped her eat, if I didn't say yes, I bought her again, Nda!"

"Yes, bribe, want to be spoiled!"

Baskara chuckled, it could be spoiled when he could not touch more, could overheat waiting for 40 days, other than menciun and other, alternatively mean, he said, he's got to lock up his boneless gunshot well.

"Ahahahaha, she's this thirsty, my granddaughter is thirsty, Orange!" look, calling a mother who should be a grandmother is still a name, dad was just as happy as ever, but baby. "He's thirsty for a drink, Orange, help Aisha!"

"Yes, wait, your grandfather just take care, do not want to help ask for milk, here let grandma pinch, Shah!"

Rashah, the name of the little baby boy Baskara and Aisyah, may be called Ras or Shah, or if complete Rasyah does not matter, the descendants of Yudhishthira present here, mother timang and give it to Aisha.

"Dad what?"

"Sleep, I'm sleepy waiting for him to be born, eheheheh." not long wait also sleep in the bed wait, want the mother pinch is also prohibited his child, let alone, the father was too happy about the birth of his grandson.

There was still a stinging ringing as the baby's tongue was sucking and sucking ASI, Aisyah closed her eyes while continuing to peek at her son drinking well behind his big hijab.

Aisyah's face became more beautiful, making Baskara reluctant to turn and continue to look at her, smiling to herself because she was finally with Aisyah to become a pair of parents, something she did not expect.

"Yanda, help me burp in here!"

"Yes, Nda. Here let me help him, Yanda's son, haik!" he lifted up a little, patting the tiny back until a funny and anxious voice made them laugh. "Tomorrow can come with uncle application yes, Shah, hem?"

Aisyah smiled, the mother still held her anxiety at the little grandson, asking to be pinched.