My secretary the Old Virgin

55. Give birth.

Nessa and Mom walked out of the kitchen.

“You've had a shower, not yet?” ask mama.

“Not yet,” replied Nessa.

“Now you keep showering breakfast. After that we go to the hospital,” said mamah.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa,

Then Nessa and Mamah headed to their respective rooms.

After breakfast they went to the hospital. Along the way Nessa continues to moan while beristigfar because her stomach feels very mules.

“Propay yes, dear. Soon until,” said mamah while rubbing Nessa's stomach.

Fikri looked back.

“Sick once?” ask Fikri to Nessa.

“Iya, A,” answered Nessas take very very severe stomach pain.

“Pak Sam, even faster!” fikri said to Mr. Sam.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Mr. Sam.

“Already Fikri, don't be too tight. Later dangerous,” suhut mamah.

Fikri thought very well what her in-laws said if they speeded not only Nessa who was admitted to the hospital but they could all enter the hospital.

“Mah, wet Nessa pants. But Nessa didn't pee,” said Nessa.

Mamah lifted Nessa's dress, She saw the water running down Nessa's legs.

“Astagfirullahaladzim. It's amniotic fluid,” says mamah.

Fikri looked back.

“Air amniotic? So how about it, Mah?” asked Fikri anxiously.

“Either slash or break the water of its water. But if you see the volume of water that comes out seems to seep,” replied mamah.

“The baby is in danger, Mah?” ask Fikri.

“Hopefully the baby is in good-baby state only,” replied mamah.

“You have not been worried. Let Mr. Sam drive quietly,” said mamah.

They finally arrived at the hospital. Fikri took his wife to the delivery room. Nessa refused to take a wheelchair, as she was able to walk even though the contractions occurred once every few minutes.

Once in the delivery room they are directly handled by the nurses. Mom is waiting outside. Fikri is accompanying Nessa in the delivery room. Soon the obstetrician who treated Nessa came and labor began.

A few minutes later, Fikri and Nessa's son were born.

“Alahamdullilahirobbil alamin,” Nessa and Fikri said when they saw their baby was born safely.

Sister gave baby to Fikri. Fikri held her baby. She was so happy when she held her baby. Then she tried the baby, after which she returned the baby to the nurse to be cleaned and checked for health.

Fikri approached his wife and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, baby. You have struggled to give birth to our child,” said Fikri.

Hearing Nessa has given birth to Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira immediately flew to Singapore. Papah and Dafa also went directly to Singapore. Ikhsan did not come because he had to work.

Now they're gathering at the hospital to visit Nessa. They were in Nessa's room.

“Nes, what's the baby's name?” ask Mother Dira while holding her granddaughter.

“Name Rifki Setiawan Fikri,” replied Nessa.

“Rifki,” Mother Dira calls her granddaughter while kissing her grandson's cheek.

After Nessa gets home from the hospital and everyone goes back to Indonesia, Ima and Prima's turn comes to Singapore. Because Ima has to shop for the needs of the store.

“You guys when to return to Indonesia?” prima asked while having dinner at Fikri's house.

“Later if the baby is three months old,” replied Fikri.

“Over time,” said Prima.

“What does Akang want?” ask Fikri to Prima.

“Akang wants to marry Ima. But Ima said wait until Nessa gets home,” answered Prima.

“Alhamdullilah, finally Akang want to marry too,” said Nessa.

“Iya, New. Akang wants someone to accompany Akang,” replied Prima.

“How about you, Ma? Are you ready to be Akang Prima's wife?” ask Nessa to Ima.

“Insyaallah, Tea. Ima ready,” Ima replied.

Ima turned to Prima.

“Don't be heard, Ma! Fikri does like to momporin,” said Prima.

“Fikri, don't be! Akang has cape refer Ima,” sahut Prima to Fikri.

“Let her not be surprised if she is already the wife of Akang,” replied Fikri.

“Ima,” says Nessa while holding Ima's hand.

“Listen to Trash. That is so in the world of work. Can not be denied if our husband will often meet women –beautiful women. But we have to keep giving them confidence. While we pray that they do not stray and remain faithful to us,” continued Nessa.

“But if you have been given confidence and always prayed is still bad as well, sounding love whimper and balsam so pesesesesan,” said Nessa.

“What's that, Tea?” ask Ima innocently.

“That's a fool, when you don't know?” answer Nessa.

“Nessa, she's still innocent,” says Prima.

“Not taught that is not-not the same as Akang?” ask Nessa.

“No,” Reply Prima.

“Which dares not-no to Ima. She was afraid of the same coffee made by auntie,” whispered Fikri.

“Indeed why?” nessa asked in a whisper.

“Fear of coffee being given cyanide,” whispered Fikri.

***

Four years later.

Two children were playing in the tomb. They are busy pulling the grass that grows on the ground. Their parents were picking up wild plants growing in the tomb.

“Mama, thisi grave ciapa?” ask the two-year-old girl.

He was squatting next to his mother. She was Syifa Neri Fikri, daughter of Fikri and Nessa.

“Macam grandma and grandpa,” sahut four-year-old boy. Rifki Setiawan Fikri. The eldest son of Fikri and Nessa.

“Kok his grave becal?” tanya Syifa looked at the mound of land so high.

“There are nene and kakenya, nga?” ask Syifa.

Syfa stood up and knocked on Mrs' tombstone. Lee's.

“Tok tock. Acalamualaicum,” Syifa said.

“Syifa, Grandma and Grandpa are no more. Their bodies have been destroyed,” said Rifki.

Rifki has understood because often invited by his parents to visit the grave of his grandparents. And he often did the same thing as Syifa. But Fikri and Nessa did not tire of explaining to Rifki.

Fikri's approaching Nessa.

“It's done, Mah?” ask Fikri to Nesa.

“Already, Pah,” replied Nessa.

Fikri helps Nessa stand up because of her big belly. Nessa is five months pregnant. They walked out of the tomb.

“Mah is carrying,” Syifa said as she raised her two hands.

Hearing Syifa ask to be carried Fikri also turned around.

“Teteh carried with Papah only, yes. In the stomach of Mamah there will be a baby,” said Fikri.

Syifa nodded, then Fikri carried Syifa. They walked to their car.

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The End's

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To all the readers of my novel Secretary the Old Virgin, Deche would like to thank her for her care and support.

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