My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek

Chapter 59

"We're going to the hospital now?" said the man was clearly worried.

Nahla just assented while enduring the pain that often suddenly appeared, and a few minutes disappeared.

The man first entrust Icha to mbok art if he and Nahla want to go to the hospital.

"Mbok, my wife wants to give birth, please take care of Icha yes Mbok, Icha," Hanan said. First look at his little daughter who was asleep, then kiss her as saying goodbye.

"Come Deck! Take the road, baby!" the man said he got his wife into the car. They went straight to the hospital that night.

Half-running the man caught up right behind the wheel. Trying to calm down to bring a car even though his heart was anxious, it was amazing to see Nahla who was clearly frightened.

"Hurt again? Patience will soon arrive," said the man was overwhelmed with anxiety.

Along the way Nahla felt an abdominal pain that sometimes disappeared, but would appear a few minutes later. It was really painful to make Nahla so many times Istighfar calm down.

The man dropped his wife off slowly as soon as he arrived in front of the hospital's IGD.

"Sus, help my wife seem to be giving birth!" the man shouted while guiding his wife inside. Nahla is checked immediately, while Hanan takes care of the registration procedure.

After all was done, the man first parked his car in a special place parking visitors properly, then immediately followed Nahla who now directly get handling in the delivery room.

Stomach pain experienced by Nahla turned out to be a contraction. Still have to be patient because of the new opening three. Still common, Nahla did not know very well, but she began to feel pain gradually and will disappear soon to appear again. With a back so hot.

"Mas, this is why it hurts so much. Here pegel, hot, sick O Allah ...," lamented the woman unsettled.

"Prophey again, Istighfar." Hanan tried to calm down, although in fact his heart was not because of great worry. In the heart continue to pray, may the delivery be given ease and smoothness.

Sleeping on the left side hurts, right hurts, standing up moreover, all uncomfortable. Nahla chooses to pacing if the contraction appears again and again.

"This is a really big pegel, Mas" said Nahla whining withstanding the extraordinary taste while kneeling her own waist.

"Here I elus Dek," said Hanan trying to give a soft touch. Swiping his waist that seemed to want to break.

"Hardter Mas, it doesn't feel anything getting sicker," Nahla's nagging felt the heat immeasurable. His waist was pegel, and it didn't feel like he could stand it. It's really amazing for the new Nahla to feel. If not ashamed, it feels like crying just so much pain.

Of course it feels more extraordinary, even to brush off all the embarrassment that exists. Checked in such a way as to stay monitored and know that the baby inside is time.

"Mas, this hurts more Mas," the woman whispered as she fell to her left. Hanan did not move even a little, except for praying. From last night until dawn, not even his sister came out. The process felt long, and it really made the man even more agitated. Putting everything to the Creator.

The man continued beside Nahla, scowling, stroking, stroking, with the mind never absent from the do'a in order to be hastened.

"Mas .. This is why it hurts more, I don't feel strong," said Nahla. Makes it unbearable and it doesn't feel bad.

"Breath Deck, throw away, dear istigfar. In a moment, strong will definitely be able to," Hanan said with a worried face.

The doctor checked again, not long after the water broke. Nahla felt wet and instantly she shocked herself.

"Mother follow my instructions .. don't push first later the power runs out." Doctor's instructions for Nahla to follow his directions correctly.

Nahla just nodded without a word. It feels no longer novelty. Hanan accompanied her beside the bed. While doctors and nurses who help prepare to guide labor with ready clothes.

"Mother take a breath, let it out! Pause first, later if there is a push, take a strong push," said the doctor gave directions.

"Dok, it hurts again Doc!"

"Okay, there's a contract from the inside, push the cool by pushing Mom!"

"Let's do it, keep going ... keep going. Take breath!" Nahla is not strong until it is cut off and relaxes for a moment to gather energy. She sought the handrails of her husband who continued to accompany her with a drizzling heart of prayer.

The corner of his eyes was dewy, pity, anxiety, and overwhelming fear.

"Could love! You can do it!" Hanan kissed her head again giving her strength.

"Don, this is getting faster!" nahla said preparing to follow the doctor's instructions again.

"Torting, take a deep breath pushing Mom! C'mon can! Keep ... good ... connect .. a little more!"

O Allah ... please make it easy ....