Not the Son of the Prostitute

Give birth

It was time for the most exciting day for Haidar. After waiting for nine months finally soon the baby who is in the future will soon be born into the world.

In front of the delivery room there is an entire Pratama extended family, while Naila and Dika have up to an hour earlier in comparison to their besi family. They were both waiting for Mutia who was currently struggling inside there with an anxious face.

"Doctor, can I come in with my daughter?" naila asked the doctor in charge of her daughter's delivery.

"Sorry, Madam. Maybe her husband should just come in and accompany her," explained the doctor in the middle-aged woman. Fear if it will disturb the patient's peace if too many people.

Naila sighed softly. Although disappointed by the young doctor's words, but he could not do much more than wait and pray for Mutia from outside the room.

While inside there the tension is enveloping Haidar. The man looked at his wife who was in pain from the incomplete opening of the birth canal.

"Doctor, help my wife!" Haidar immediately approached the doctor who had just entered the room. "Can I take immediate action, can I not bear to see my wife in pain, Doctor?"

"Patience, Sir. The birth process is like this." The doctor gave a little explanation to Haidar about the opening process to complete which may take up to hours. And, everyone is usually different.

"The doctor must be joking, right? Why did it go that long?!" haidar protest did not accept. Indeed he could not bear to see Mutia constantly whimpering in pain every time the contraction came.

"Calm down, sir. Let's just pray that your wife can get through it quietly."

Although he had received an explanation from the doctor, it was not enough to make Haidar feel calm. The man continued to fidget until it slightly disturbed the concentration of the doctor who was examining the state of Mutia.

"Master, relax. Pity Miss Mutia if you continue to panic like this!" Feeling that there was no way anymore, the doctor finally dared to reprimand the man.

"How can I calm down, Doctor, while my wife is in so much pain?!" Frustrated himself every time he stared at Mutia's increasingly pale face.

"Can't you just go through the surgery, Doctor? I really can't see my wife like that anymore?"

The doctor and some of the nurses in the room just shook their heads in disbelief at Haidar's strange request.

"But your wife is capable of giving birth normally, sir. We just have to wait until the opening is complete."

"I can't stand it, Doctor! I can't!" Unexplained.

"Where, Miss, does your husband suggest surgery?"

"No, Doc! I don't want to! I want a normal body!" reject Mutia firmly. Not what, Mutia had imagined a large operating table and syringe, making her goosebumps immediately.

"But I can't see you in pain! Yes, yes, operation!" Haidar tries to persuade Mutia to do the operation. But, the woman's answer actually made everyone who was there dumbfounded.

"You're nothing, anyway, Mas! If you can't see I'm rich, don't make me pregnant dong!"

The doctors and nurses could only help but laugh at the debate between the couple. The atmosphere that had been tense was slightly melted away by their silly actions.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Haidar can only resignedly hear the nagging of his wife. Although he still could not bear to see Mutia who sometimes moaned and squeezed whatever was nearby..

the most excruciating three hours were finally missed as well. When the opening was completely perfect, the doctor immediately gave directions to Mutia for the woman to take a lot of breaths and push her firmly.

Not knowing how happy his heart is at the moment, this must be the first experience for Haidar to accompany his wife to give birth.

"Congratulations, sir, your baby's a boy."

Half an hour later, the nurse brought the baby with her after cleaning. Mutia looks teary looking at the tiny face of the baby boy in the arms of the nurse.

"Mas, our son ...."

From out there, Mama Rengganis and Mama Naila have been excited since. The two middle-aged women were already impatient to see what the handsome face of her grandson looked like.

"Cup ... cup ... Love ..." The two take turns to hold the first grandchild of their family.

"Have you prepared a name for your son?" ask Arya's father who looks the calmest. The middle-aged man chose to give the women a chance first.

"Emmm .... .." The two look at each other. Between Haidar and Mutia had not given any answer as to what name they would give their first son.

"Udah, Mas, if they haven't made a name let me give a name to our grandchildren." The Rengganis immediately took that golden opportunity. Proud to give his first grandchild a name.

"If not, I can also give a name to the baby Haidar and Mutia." Naila doesn't want to lose just like that. He also felt he had the right to give a name to the tiny baby.

"Lho, what the hell is this? Why even be a snatch?" Haidar immediately voiced out to avoid tension that might soon occur. "Everything entitled to name is only me and Mutia" the man asserted.

"Your mother just said that if you haven't prepared the name you can use the name you chose."

"No, Ma! Anyway, I don't want Mama with Mama Naila to be at odds over our son's name problem."

The two middle-aged women could only resignedly hear Haidar's reply. Whoever the name is for the baby boy, they will still accept it with joy.

"You guys will stay at Mama's house, right? Let someone help me out." Mama Rengganis suddenly spoke again.

"At my mom's place, son. Mama can also help take care of your baby." Now replace Mama Naila gives a proposal.

Arya and Dika only shook their heads hearing the two women fighting each other again.

"We'll live in our own house." Haidar's answer made the two men back there relieved to hear it. At least there will be no one to choose.

"But who will help you, son? Is the baby not easy?" mama Rengganis again.

"Just like Mom, son? Is it closer to your home?" Mama Naila also gave a proposal. Because their house is closer to him.

"No! Anyway we keep coming home to our house! Later if my Mama Daddy wants nengokin ya come."

"But, right ..."

"Udah, dear ... Don't force them again huh?"