Prince Cinta Beda Religious

New nephew

Five days later. . .

Keyra was busy preparing breakfast for Prince. She enlists the help of Jeje, a new housekeeper who has been working for the past five days.

"Je, you cut the carrots."

"Okay, Him."

Jeje did what her employer told her. While the employer has since cut the onion one seed until now has not been completed. His eyes began to water from the onion's meth.

"Let me just cut the bag, madam." Pinta Jeje's.

"No need. Let me just. Maybe I crave chopped onions. Because since then my hand wanted to cut this red onion very much." Clearly while meram melek held the pain in his eyes.

Jeje nodded and continued to cut the carrots.

Prince quietly peeked out from behind the walls of the kitchen and family room. Then slowly he approached Keyra. Somehow Prince felt like hugging Keyra's body that morning.

"Prince?" Keyra said in shock as she felt a hand coiling around her waist and gently stroking her stomach.

"You don't have to cook. Let Jeje do the cooking." Prince said while sniffing the top of Keyra's head.

"Can't. I want to cook for you. It's my first meal and it'll be very special for you." Keep chopping onions.

"All right, then. I'm going to jongging first."

"Jongging?" Reverse body.

Now the two face each other and there is no distance. Once again Prince can feel the big bulge of Keyra's stomach.

"How old are you?" Prince asked suddenly which made Keyra smile happily.

"Five months." He answered while stroking his stomach.

"Is he already shaped??"

Prince seems very curious. He now even put his ear to Keyra's stomach. And Keyra is getting happier. While Jeje only smiles at the affection of his employer.

"You can talk to him. Try calling me."

Prince was silent for a moment, then he gently touched Keyra's stomach with his right hand.

"Hey baby's. How are you?" With a greeting that sounds very stiff.

Keyra and Jeje laughed to hear Prince greet baby in Keyra's stomach with a stiff greeting. And Prince smiled shyly slowly away from Keyra.

"He's funny if you're embarrassed. . ."

"Yes Him. The master looks funny and is also enthusiastically curious about his baby." Connect Jeje.

They laugh again. Then they continued cooking.

Prince went back upstairs. He went to his study. He canceled his intention to go jonging.

"Must I keep acting like this?" Damaged his head, making his hair fall apart.

"Oh Isma. . . I think. . . I've g**a because of you." Her speech was lethargic.

Prince was raging in the room. Fortunately, the room was soundproof.

Meanwhile, Isma has just arrived in Jakarta. Her feet had just stepped on the terrace of Arya's house, her HP rang. Apparently there was a call from Arya saying that they were now in the hospital.

"Good, Mas. I'm going there." Said Isma worried.

Isma drove back to the Mother and Child hospital, where Fitri was struggling with pain to give birth.

Throughout the journey Isma sholawat and chant prayers so that her brother can give birth smoothly and safely.

And now Isma has arrived at the hospital. She stepped in with half a step running towards the room where Fitri gave birth.

"Mas, how are things?" Ask Isma worried.

"I called Abi to Umi first yes, mas."

"No need to deck. I called them before I called you, okay."

"All right." Isma relieved.

The two paced in front of the operating room. It has been almost two hours there have been no signs of whether Fitri gave birth normally or if she had to have a cesarean section.

"O Allah, save the wife and the son of the servant."

Finally, after struggling for almost five hours, right after the adzan zduhur reverberated, Fitri managed to give birth to their first son normally.

"Alhamdulillah, congratulations Fitri. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy." The doctor said while showing the tiny baby who was still covered in fresh blood in front of Fitri who was very weak and almost lost consciousness.

"Eeeyaakkk huueewwww. . ." The sound of the baby's first cry made Fitri smile and come back strong.

The nurse immediately brought the baby to clean.

Arya, Isma, umi and abi smile with relief at the sound of baby crying from the operating room.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Arya said gratefully.

Arya gets a close embrace from abi and umi. They are happy, now that the family's first grandchild has been born safely.

"Mas Arya, congratulations your son has been born safely. Weighing 4.2 kg. Despite being born prematurely, the baby is perfectly healthy." Said the midwife doctor who helped deliver his wife.

"Thank you Doctor. Can I go see my wife?"

"Please Aryan mas."

Arya went straight into the room where Fitri was still lying limp. Some of the sisters were cleaning blood on Fitri and also swatting their babies.

"Please on azankan, sir." A nurse brought the baby's body closer to Arya.

Arya immediately chanted the sound of Adhan in the right ear of her baby. His tears just flowed as the eyes and lips of the tiny baby moved as if responding well to the chanting of Adhan he said.

"Welcome, dear. May he be a sholeh child. Aamiin's." Arya gave a kiss doubtfully on that tiny forehead.

"The baby will be delivered to a special room. Did you prepare his name?"

"Muhammad Arsheed." Aryan.

The sister wrote the name on the paper for the identification of the handsome little baby.

Not to forget Arya approached Fitri who had finished cleaning. Now Fitri has been moved to another trolley to be taken to his room.

"Thank you dear." Arya kissed lovingly Fitri's forehead. He also tightly grasped Fitri's hand which was still trembling and very cold.

Arya did not take off her hand until Fitri arrived at her hospital room.

Upon arriving at the venue, Fitri was greeted by abi, Umi and Isma. They took turns giving kisses and also prayer to Fitri.

"Yey. . . I finally have a nephew." Said Isma girang while hugging slowly Fitri's body.

"Yes. Aunty Isma became Arsyid's nanny from today." Aryan Sahut.

"Archid? Called Arsyid?"

"Yes, I'll name him Muhammad Arsyid." Aryan's Birthday.

They smile happily. And because he was not patient, Isma invited Umi and Abi to the room where his nephew. They're picking up Arsyid's tiny body from the glass of the room.

"Umi, her face looks a lot like Arya's."

"Yes. His eyes and lips are also very similar to yours." Connect Umi.

As for Abi, just shut up. A happy smile was etched on his lips. It felt like Abi wanted to hold her grandson straight away.

Connect. . .