PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

107 Baby boy

Ezra

My hands shook violently as I lifted up Zoya's body to take her into the car. Her face grimaced with pain that I knew must have felt so incredible.

Nath was in the steering wheel, and papa was sitting next to him. Mama and I tried to calm Zoya in the back seat.

"Zoya, dear istigfar." Mom whispered to him. I put his head on my shoulder. Sometimes I wipe away the sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim." So many times Zoya has a specialty.

"It hurts, ma."

"Nath! Hurry Nath!" I shouted impatiently as the blood came out more and more and Zoya's face paled.

We arrived at the hospital and Zoya was taken care of. I take care of all the administration. Pacing back and forth, that's all I do. I don't know, all the science I got from reading a book about pregnancy disappeared in an instant. My brain is no longer working properly.

"Sit, Zra!" papa's orders. Maybe papa pusig saw me move like an iron.

I almost landed my ass in the waiting chair, but the doctor came out of the room.

"Family patient?"

"I am her husband."

We were asked to enter the doctor's office and listen to his explanation.

Zoya had to undergo a caesarean section. That's all that's in my brain. The rest I blank. I didn't listen too much to the doctor's words because right now what I have in mind is Zoya and our son.

I took care of the administration with a dead end mind. Thankfully, my mom is here. So someone guided, calmed and accompanied me.

I went to see Zoya before she was taken to the operating room.

"Zra.I'm sorry I haven't been a good wife to you." Lirih.

I clasped his hand tightly, kissing his entire face. "You're the best, baby. Thank you for being willing to conceive my son, baby. I love you so much."

I don't know, these are tears coming out of the corner of my eye. I also saw clearly, Zoya shed tears.

"Hold baby. We'll be hugging our son soon."

"Darling... Mama's been through all this. I'm sure you can, son." Mama stroked Zoya's head. His hands also wiped the tears on his cheeks.

"We're waiting outside with a million prayers up for you." continued Mama.

"Fight for him dear." Mama stroked Zoya's stomach.

"Papa's son is great, a tough fighter. We'll see you soon, son." I kissed my wife's stomach.

I have to be patient for the next time. Me, mom, papa and Nath were waiting outside the operating room. I prayed and dhikr, though kept pacing back and forth with an unsettled heart.

Oweck...

The sound of crying babies that sounded very slow but still we could hear made us all breathe a sigh of relief.

"Maaa..." I looked at mama. Trying to find the truth, is that the voice of our baby?

"He's born, Zra."

Thank God. The taste of haru just like that made my tears come back unstoppable.

"Good bang." Nath hugged me. "Thank you Nath."

"It feels amazing. You'll feel it." Nath took off his embrace and there was a faint smile on his face.

Our baby was taken out to be transferred to the NICU, an intensive care room for newborns with health problems, including premature babies.

I followed the nurse who took our baby to the NICU. I looked at the baby from outside the glass wall. Incidentally, our baby was put on the edge, until we were so close.

"Thank you for fighting with me, son."

"Papa's proud of you both." I wiped my tears.

"Flat." My mother who knows when she will be next to me.

"Welcome to the world of Zidane Ganendra." Whisper slowly. The name Zidan we chose since we knew the gender was male at the age of 5 months of pregnancy.

Zidan means growth, increase and development. Our prayers and hopes are so great for him. We want her to continue to grow and develop well from the moment she is born in the world.

We hope he will be our proud son. The son who has been in the womb has been very strong and tough.

I asked my son's situation. And the nurse says she still needs intensive care. And the good news is he was born with a weight of 2 kg, including large because usually a 7-month fetus will only weigh about 1.5 kg.

We're moving on to Zoya. He has not been found and thankfully the operation went well. His condition is not worrying either. Double happiness. Zoya and our son survived.

I went to the mushollah hospital. Prayer dhuha as a form of gratitude, because the time of Zuhr has not arrived.

All this time she had sacrificed many things for the sake of conceiving my son. All day in bed, not going anywhere, taking various gynecologic drugs, and the biggest thing is that he has to stop working. Give Arumi a full resto to me.

"Mama came home first, Zra." said mom and dad when I got back from the mosque.

"Mom's going to grab baby clothes and other supplies. All want to buy a pump. Because currently ASI is the main food for baby Zi." I'm nodding. I'm glad you called our son baby Zi.

"At home there are already several ma. Please buy it if there is less, yes ma." Zoya and I haven't bought all the baby gear. Understandably, premature birth like this was never the slightest bit we imagined.

"Ma, the house keys are in our nightstand drawer." I offered my ATM card, but my mother refused by pushing it back at me.

Mama nodded. "You must not forget to eat. In the cafeteria, don't go far. Fear of being sought by a doctor or nurse."

"Yes, ma." Maybe I could swallow my food, ma. My wife and son have not been able to meet.

Huuuff...

I sat in front of Zoya's room. In stainless waiting chair. I took my phone.

I looked at the photo of baby Zi in an incubator with life support devices attached almost all over her body.

I sent the photo to our extended family group.

Ezra

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Great-grandparents great-grandpa, oma-opa, om-tante all beloved brothers.

Please pray for the health of baby Zidane Ganendra and mama Zoya ya😊

I smiled at the photo of baby Zi. The names of the three of us are quite connected. I'm gonna change my name to Eza. In order for Zoya to be called Zo, I am Za and our baby Zi.

Deerr...

My phone keeps shaking.

Star

Alhamdulillah, fast healthy nephew onty babe😚😚

Nair

Thank God, handsome kayak om Nair.

Since when is he narcissistic?

Oma Citra's

Congratulations Ezra and Zoya. Oma will be there soon see great-grandchild 😘

Satya's Dad

Keep healthy and rival om Shaka!

Shakas

Position om shifted in front of dad 😂

Haha... There's a point, too, because our son is the baby that Satya's father awaited.

Om Sky

The successor to the good looks of the Sky. So old! Opanya replace Oppa yes. Entar oppa wear style ala boy band korea deh 😆

There is aki-aki. Always a gokil when you say.

Star

Oppa Shark Nest!

Om Sky

Saranghae Bi 😝

I put my phone back in my pants pocket. I'd better go around, see baby Zi all because Zoya can't be found.

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Hi-hi.. Baby Zi was born 😊

Thank you still faithful and leave a trail 😊