
Time keeps going. It doesn't feel like four months have passed. Mia currently still uses a wheelchair or support stick.
Andin has to work in a cafe to connect his life. He no longer cared who the biological father of his daughter was. Grecia has been in Alex's custody. He took custody of the boy.
Andin currently lives in a narrow clay room. The salary is not enough to hire a bigger one.
At Farhan's residence, the man has been lulled into a dream with his beloved wife Rachel.
Rachel's pregnancy is now in its eighth month. Farhan who saw his wife often exhausted and sometimes seemed to have trouble sleeping more possessively with the woman.
Farhan spends more time with Rachel at home than at the office. Every night when Rachel was asleep, she would stroke his wife's stomach and always cry considering the time of his wife's imminent delivery. Farhan was afraid to think about that.
Rachel whose stomach was enlarged seemed to have difficulty while sleeping, she tilted her body to Farhan and hid her head in the chest of her husband's field.Farhan, who felt the movement of his chest, opened his eyes and saw his wife's grimacing face.
"Why, Honey? Is there anything that hurts?" farhan asked as he rubbed his wife's back.
"Mas, why does my waist hurt so much?" Rachel asked back, instead of answering Farhan's question.
"What ...?" asked Farhan in shock. "Didn't the Doctor say signs will give birth to hip and waist pain. Stomach feels cramped, do you feel all that" asked Farhan anxiously.
"Yes, Mas. Right now I feel all that," Rachel replied grimacingly.
"The estimated birth day is still next month, right?" ask Farhan to make sure.
"Yes, but from that moment my hip and waist hurt a lot, Mom," said Rachel began to cry.
"Darling, we're going to the hospital now. Brother will change clothes first. You also changed your clothes. We'd better go see a doctor." Farhan immediately woke up from his sleep.
Farhan then took Rachel's clothes and helped replace them, after Rachel dressed the man changed his clothes.
Farhan then asked the driver to prepare the car, he immediately carried Rachel into the car. Luckily, his two older brothers Farhan are currently in town. The man then contacted both.
Farhan stroked Rachel's waist so that she was a little comfortable. Hugged his wife tightly. Occasionally peek dsn forehead woman.
"Mas, it hurts a lot." Rachel's moaning held her waist.
"Hold a minute, honey. Sir can speed up the car." Farhan asked the driver to speed up the car.
"Oh Allah, please take care of my wife and children. Save both lives." Farhan's prayer in the heart.
"Mas, I wet the bed" said Rachel as soon as she realized there was water coming out of her womb.
"It's okay, honey, it's okay, don't think about it. You have to remember that you are a strong woman. I want you to hold on to me. Never give up, you have to be excited." Farhan said that stammeredly as he held back the cry.
Farhan recalled taking Arnetta, Rendi's assistant's wife, to give birth. He also pulled out water that was thought to be wetting.
"Mas, I don't think I'm strong, I'm sick." Rachel hugged Farhan's body and clawed at her husband's arm to endure the pain.
"Darling, don't say that, you have to be strong, you have to be passionate. Don't surrender!You promised to accompany me and our children to old age together." Farhan's tears could not stand, flowing down his cheeks.
"If the pain can be moved, it's better that I feel it. I can't see you in this pain" Farhan said slowly. She didn't feel any pain even though her arms were scratched by Rachel.
The car finally reached the hospital. Farhan immediately carried Rachel to the IGD room and asked her to be examined immediately.
Obstetrician Rachel who happened to be on picket, immediately handled it. The doctor, named Zulaida, said Rachel was due to give birth. Farhan's wife's pregnancy is now in its eighth month.
Farhan accompanied his wife into the delivery room. The man cried when he saw Rachel who was still whimpering in pain.
The doctor went back to check and said Rachel was not able to give birth normally because the placenta was under the covering of the uterine passage. What's more, Rachel's running out of steam.
The doctor asked Farhan to sign a letter of approval to perform the surgery. The man immediately did so that his wife quickly entered the operating room.
After signing the operation approval letter, Rachel immediately entered the operating room. Farhan clasped Rachel's hand as she was about to enter the operating room. The anxiety and fear he felt.
"Pardon me if during my time as your wife I made a lot of mistakes" said Rachel when going to the operating room.
"Darling, you're not wrong. You're a good wife. You never offended or hurt my heart."
"Mas, if Sister Nazwa and Brother Alya have arrived, say also my apologies for her."
"Darling, don't think about everything. You're a good woman. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my brothers and the rest of the family. It is also your fault for others, nothing at all. What you have to remember, you have to fight, you have to be strong. Remember our promise to age together" Farhan said.
Farhan then kissed Rachel's forehead, cheeks and lips. His tears fell on his wife's face. The woman reached out her hand wiping away the tears of the man she loved so much.
"Don't cry, Mum. I will definitely fight to give birth to our son" Rachel said stammeringly.
The doctor and nurse came and pushed Rachel's bed into the operating room. Meanwhile, Farhan again contacted his two brothers to immediately go to the hospital. They are currently on their way to the hospital.
Farhan sat on the front floor of the operating room. The man sat with his hand holding his head. Sometimes she pulls her hair in frustration. He could not help the tears that kept flowing down his cheeks.
"Oh my God, I will never stop begging you, save my son and wife. Extend their age, such as my son and wife. Let us live together until we age. I know, I am not an expert in heaven, but I beg and ask You, grant my prayers, strengthen my wife and children, make them endure." Farhan returned to pray. His face looked pale with anxiety at the thought of his wife and future son.
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