My Lecturer Maduku (Why Love)

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the Smiling Doctor approached Yasmin who was grimacing while holding on to the kahfi's hand,

"it's broken, yeah!

great...in a minute!"

"when's Doc!?"

said kahfi who was impatient, not only that but he could not bear to see his wife clutching her hand many times, channeling a sense of mules that increasingly whack.

"Prophey sir, the nurse is preparing everything!"

said the doctor smile.

"sir kahfi mending yes do not join mules!"

said the doctor chuckling at Yasmin's back.

"my husband used to follow the mules fitting I want the birth, my son three! Thank God everything is normal!

but normal or Caesar is the same, A woman still struggles to bet her life for her child!

relax, Yasmin's mom!"

said the obstetrician who has a lot of experience.

before long the nurse came in to tell me that everything was ready.

"one who's accompanying?"

said the doctor and was influenced by Kahfi.

"honey.. You calm down, bismillah yes!

we're here praying for you!"

marisa kissed Yasmin on the forehead.

yasmin's face was wet with tears, considering that she was always demanding with Marisa when what Marisa had given, Yasmin would never be able to repay her.

kahfi walked out pushing the bed with the doctor.

seen wulan and sela already waiting in front, followed by Rayan and Resa who just came.

"the spirit of Yas .we pray for you!"

said sela and wulan rubbed Yasmin's back.

Yasmin smiled and nodded.

then the doctor took Yasmin into the delivery room with Kahfi who continued to be beside Yasmin.

"patience is dear.......!"

kahfi said it felt like he wanted to end all of it immediately, could not bear to see Yasmin's condition that endured the pain.

"it's really sick!"

yasmin was trembling.

"hit brother, or bite is fine!"

kahfi said to waste breath, helpless with this situation.

"rilex yes Yasmin's mom, please take a deep breath! then get out"

the doctor then gave Yasmin a warning.

"bismillah, mother!"

"with the help of prayer, kahfi sir!"

kahfi face reddened her tears saw the wife was struggling to give birth to their baby.

one time Yasmin still did not understand, twice a little understanding and for the third time Yasmin said bismillah and stomped her with all her might.

"just enough.....!"

the doctor then pulled the baby.

Yasmin crashed then heard the sound of the baby crying.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah!"

kahfi bowed in gratitude for a moment and then hugged his wife with tears.

"Honey.... Thank goodness!"

kahfi kissed Yasmin on the forehead.

Yasmin and Kahfi smiled as the doctors put their baby on Yasmin's chest.

"The baby is a girl, beautiful as her mother!"

the Doctor Smiles.

Yasmin sniffled at the little baby trying to move above her chest.

incomparable happiness, the pain disappeared immediately seeing the figure of a tiny baby that was still red.

"great, Yasmin's mother, fast and no problem, so no need to sew!"

the doctor then took their baby.

"we clean up first!

later in Adzani same father huh!

Not ready yet for the name?"

the doctor gave their baby to the nurse.

"doctor already!"

kahfi said, they both have prepared two names for men and women.

"his name is Kinara Adzikra Pradipta!"

kahfi smiled.

like his desire to slip the name of the grandfather behind the name of his daughter.

"so good!"

the doctor wrote the name.

"please in Adzani yes!"

the doctor then gave the baby to the kahfi.

Kahfi kissed her baby, and began to pity her daughter with her melodious voice Kahfi made those in the room stunned including Sri doctors who were amazed to hear Kahfi pitting the beautiful baby.

"welcome to princess!"

kahfi then smiled.

can't wait for Kahfi to bring the little baby out.

"may I take it outside the doctor!"

"yes you can, later the nurse took to the baby cage yes...!"

"Go out first, baby!"

kahfi said and was taken by Yasmin who was also being cleaned by the sisters.

it feels relieved and happy, not to think if their daughter.

"fis.. Thank goodness..!"

said Sinta approaching kahfi who holds a baby with bando ribbon on his head.

"god damn beautiful!"

say Sinta smile then the others come closer.

"grandson, grand pa is beautiful just like Yasmin!"

rama nodded his head at Marisa's shoulder.

happiness is not play.

"how's Yasmin doing, fi?"

marisa said as she touched the baby's red cheeks.

"well thank God Ma'am, inside is being cleaned!"

"whose name is Kahfi?"

tanya sela, now the baby has moved into the hands of Sinta.

"Kinara Adzikra Pradipta!

it's okay, well, Afi slip the name papih behind her!"

"it's okay fi, you're her dad!"

rama patted his son-in-law's shoulder.

"congratulations bro, I'm a dad!"

rayan said smilingly patting Kahfi on the shoulder.

"it's a nose what a slide, really sharp!"

said sela and Wulan who was anxious to look at the face of the tiny baby owned by her friend.

soon the nurse came to take the baby, after Yasmin who came out of the delivery room.

"sad you're great!"

marisa smiled, hugging her daughter.

"yes Bu Alhamdulillah, thank you for all her Ma'am, with this Yasmin knows how a mother struggles to give birth to her child!"

"yes baby....!"

marisa smiled.

as already confirmed by the Prophet in his hadith derived from the question of a friend.

"messenger, who shall I honor in this world..

Apostle replied.

" the first one is your mother..."

"the second one..?!"

"Your mother!"

"the third ....?"

"Your mother...!"

"the fourth ?!"

"your father...."

from the hadith clearly, we are all obliged to respect the higher figure of the mother in this world.

that is the importance of each child giving respect and obedience to both parents, especially the mother.because the affection given by a mother exceeds her affection for the other.

"honey, thank you for your struggle to give birth to our child!"

Kahfi held his wife's hand.

they are all in the treatment room.

"yes bang, thanks for always being next to Yasmin!"

"welcome to be a mother now!"

wulan stood at the end of the bed.

"yes thank you wulan, I pray you quickly follow ya!"

"yes Yas......!"

after the sisters returned with their baby, Yasmin smiled as she held the beautiful baby.

I don't know why it looks so similar to him.

kahfi smiled hugging his second, Wulan immortalized the moment, then uploaded it on sosmed.

you know what wulan's idea is and what's the gap?"

hehe....

the exhausting struggle indeed, the amazing pain paid off with the presence of a petite figure that complemented the happiness of their household.

seriated.

many must be like Yasmin, struggling to give birth to her baby.

the same author has felt like Yasmin.

amazingly delicious can not be strung by the word, but very happy fitting already see cute baby.

hehe..

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