My Choice of Woman

Episode 81

Life always goes to lead all humans to rush forward. It does not matter whether the man is silent in this time or the man still wants to be in the past. He did not wait for those humans who could not accept the presence of the fast pace of time.

For five days Ilham did not return to his home, he was still in Numa City. It had been five days that Ileham had not met Farah. Although every bedtime always contact Farah via videocall connection it still feels less. No matter how sophisticated the technology of this century, longing can only be lost if the meeting occurs. Hugging each other, holding hands, laughing together and noticing her sweet smile. It's the only cure for longing. Encounters.

Numa's shop is almost complete in its stages. Soon this store will be as big as the previous store. There is no mistake in the selection of land, and more profitable this store is close to private universities and there are offices. You could say this is the heart of Numa City.

Inspiration to lay himself on the bed, he had finished releasing a little miss to the owner. Inspiration always wants to look closely at the owner of the longing that he loves. In the past Ilham never felt homesick in the happy waiting, once presumably every time miss always whispering to immediately return to the contest. Remember, Inspiration often rejected whatever Farah gave, but now? You could say, love comes because it is accustomed, like a novel that begins to hate so longing.

Smiling Inspiration looked at the room sky. “Happy you have won my heart, Farah.”

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The night was getting late, the moon mother still spread the beauty of her soft rays on the horizon the darker the sky was more beautiful to see. Farah had not slept, she was still combing her longwave hair. He remembered that who often combed his hair before going to bed was Inspiration. Now he has to do the activity himself.

Farah looked at herself from the mirror reflection, her hair was very long and certainly thick. She loved it when her husband could stroke the top of her head. Farah exhaled a disappointed breath. It turned out that he missed having his master, longing to return to his master immediately. Farah's hands were not long enough to tightly grasp Ilham's big hands. He misses his man.

Farah walked straight to her bed. He spread his body, slashing down in the soft area of the mattress. Occasionally Farah poked on the side of the empty bed. The bed was very wide and fit for two people. But these five nights the bed was only filled with one side of it. The other side is uninhabited. Occasionally Farah's hand reached for the side of the uninhabited bed. Nothing can be captured except the air.

Farah exhaled again, then she looked at the ceiling. This room felt as quiet as the wind. Each corner just looks empty springing without laughter. Farah corrected the location of her pillow because there was an uncomfortable feeling, then again to lay down her body again. Now the uncomfortable feeling reappeared. For the second time Farah fixed the location of her pillow, patting it so that it was soft again. But the results are nil, not found comfort there.

As good as a pillow, which always makes it comfortable is to sleep on the shoulder of the husband. And it seems that Farah is sleeping on Ilham's shoulder. Habits they often do, such as rituals during sleep. If not done less afdal it feels.

For the second time Farah exhaled. He forced both his eyes to sink into his petals. Farah forced to sleep even though drowsiness never came. He changed his sleeping position facing right, it was uncomfortable Farah again changed his position facing left. As it continues, the drowsiness does not come soon.

Longing to be very guerrilla to climb every inch of this body and mind. Missing so brazenly, she yelled at Farah who felt there was a piece that was not intact. It turned out that he missed having a master as well, and he wanted to meet his master soon. Missing is a complicated feeling. It's very complicated. Missing is like a mother who is craving, if not immediately followed by many distorted feelings appear such as anxiety, unstable anger, even to the point that it can damage what is secured by the mood.

“When did Ilham come home?”

For the umpteenth time Farah exhaled her long breath. Ah digelayuti miss it sucks, and Farah feels the shitty stuff this whole world. Farah immediately pulled herself with a blanket to cover her head.

“Akhh! Why LDR? Tired of longing!” farah Guman.

Suddenly Farah heard something, she sharpened her ears in order to catch the sound. Disappeared. The voice disappeared. Then Farah heard a scream, she carefully heard it. This is not a hallucination!

“Aaakkkh! It hurts! Please!”

Surely this voice belongs to Rahma. Farah immediately rushed towards Rahma's room. He was shocked because Rahma was already lying on the floor. Clear liquid flowed between his legs. Rahma whimpers in pain.

Farah was confused by this situation. “Isn't his birth date still a week away?”

Rahma. His face was already very paled, sweat pouring down. Farah went back to her room to pick up her cell phone. He should call Akmal. Rahma's moans grew louder and louder from Farah's room.

“Seek Akmal is coming home soon. Important!” Farah hung up the phone as Akmal responded to his boss' wife's request. Farah immediately took the practically worn hijab.

Farah ran back to Rahma's room, packing a few pieces of baby clothes along with cloths. Rahma was still in pain. Shortly after Akmal arrived, he drove the car.

Farah opened the door and the fence of her house. Maybe Akmal took Rahma to the hospital. Akmal looked at Rahma who was still moaning in pain. Akmal's face was clearly very anxious. Without a second thought, Akmal immediately carried Rahma's body,. Farah, carrying a bag containing baby gear, ran ahead of Akmal to open the car door.

After Rahma got into the car, Farah had to rush to lock the door. Then get in the car. Akmal quickly pressed the gas pedal, he slightly spurred the speed of this car. Farah calms Rahma in the back passenger seat of Akmal.

Akmal briefly saw a pale face that was wet with sweat from the car glass installed in front of the driver. Glass that is used to see the back.

Please, hold on!

Akmal was on the verge of feeling panicked.

Not long after, the car driven by Akmal darted quickly into the hospital yard. Upon arrival Akmal immediately called the nurse to help Rahma who was about to give birth. The two nurses quickly laid Rahma into the gurney. The two nurses pushed the gurney into the Verlos Camer room (delivery room).

Adminstration for Rahma has been completed by Farah. Farah and Akmal are waiting outside the delivery room. Farah sat in the chair that was provided. Only Akmal walked back and forth anxiously, like an agitated husband when his wife was about to give birth.

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