Red Noctah
Part 107's
"You why? Your stomach hurts?" If not, but he nodded.
"Don't-didnya dunya already want to be born, come on baby we to the hospital," invited the man suddenly nervous.
"Mas, if rich gini is usually still long, I still hold it, you take Razik to school first."
"Still resistant how the hell, that's your face grinned richly so," protested Bisma riled.
"I call Mommy for Razik's nemenin."
"There is Miss Santi" said Bila reminded.
"Yes, let them go on a bump, I'll take a minute." Bisma is busy ordering an ojek to take her son to school.
"Bu Santi, later home ngegrab aja Buk, this is the money, please titip Razik," Bisma's message was immediately agreed by his assistant.
"Let's go, we're going to the hospital." Bisma led his wife down the stairs carefully.
"Mas, the equipment is brought first," said Bila reminded.
"Oh yeah baby, I'll take you down first" he said in his own panic. Bhishma returned upstairs to her room, bringing in what would have been needed at the hospital.
Meanwhile, when walking back and forth to disguise the increasingly strong taste. It seems that she is willing to give birth, although her HPL is still mid next month, but if from the signs her sister wants to quickly see the world. The woman had experienced it, so she knew the taste a little.
"Let's go baby, be careful of the way," Bisma returned to get his wife to the car. Make sure his wife is sitting properly and then a little hasty around the front of the car to get in front of the wheel.
"Duh .. hold on yes, I'm trying to get to the hospital" the man said, focusing on the streets.
"Astaghfirullah .. stuck again, this is what the hell!" Bisma grumbled to herself.
"Maz ....!" When she gripped her husband's arm tightly.
"It hurts a lot?" ask the man worried. "See, let me look ahead, why get stuck gini." The man came out, researching the road.
"Sir, why is it stuck?" I asked half frustrated.
"Thank you for the info, sir." Bisma returned to the car, sitting quietly in control of the gas pedal, little by little the car began to drive, but the look on his wife's face was getting no better.
"Honey, you are a lot of Istighfar yes, do not worry we will soon arrive," said Bisma calming. He was worried and worried about facing this situation.
The car drove fast when free from traffic jams, the man focused on driving while occasionally glancing at his wife sitting next to him with his eyes closed.
The man immediately moved quickly when he arrived at the special hospital mother and child. Calling a nurse and helping his wife sleep in a cage. If you immediately get an examination, sure enough, his wife was already opening 6 and still had to wait in the delivery room. Bisma accompanied him with a huff.
"Mas ..." call the woman down.
"Yes, honey, why?"
When you feel no longer rusty, hot, pegel, sick. The taste became one, lucky this time accompanied by a beloved husband, he could ask to be stroked, rubbed on the back of his waist that felt hot. The day is getting late in the afternoon, but when the new opening of eight it means it is still incomplete and getting sicker and the more often the feeling attacks.
Bhishma continued to chant the prayer of kindness in her heart. In order for the delivery of his wife given smoothness and ease. He could not bear to see his wife continue to feel pain, but he could not do much other than pray of course.
"Mass ... ssshhh ...." If you continue to regulate your breath by trying to relax by breathing a lot of air and exhaling slowly, and so on. She stood leaning against the wall with her right hand resting on the breast of Bhishma and her other hand stroking her belly, her dead red face hidden in the chest of her husband's field.
His eyes closed for a moment as he enjoyed the overwhelming pain to the point of beating the pain that had ever existed.
"Prophey baby, I love you." Bhishma tries to encourage by gently stroking and stroking the back and stomach that feels tight.
"Mas ... astaghfirullah .. very sick, I'm sorry Mas .. later if I'm not strong please forgive me, and take care of Razik," say When that feels very alarming in the ear of Bisma.
"You said what the hell baby, can certainly be strong .. must be spirit, we will soon welcome it together."
It did not feel the clear circle coming out of the eyes of Bhishma. Yes, if only the pain can be exchanged let him feel, lucky this time he accompanied him, the shadow of Razik's birth would be the same, If he felt pain. His heart trembled, constantly begging for her delivery to be hastened and waged. It turns out like this a mother's struggle to get her son into a world full of struggle, through tremendous pain.
"You must be strong, dear, hold on. I love you ....!" Bhishma continues to encourage him.
"Mas ... ssshhh .. Please call doctor Mas, it looks like his sister is going out."
