Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Give birth...

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The sound of the roar of vehicles began to be heard in Afifa's ear, slowly he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Wulan's face right in front of him filled with worry and confusion, now Afifa's head was in the lap of Wulan who was sitting in the back seat in the red car owned by Wulan, sound Wulan who was talking to the driver indicating which direction they should go, Wulan said, someone driving no less panicked.

"Well, we take a shortcut, yes this way!", said Wulan while pointing with his hands, his gaze still towards the windshield, not realizing that Afifa was rumbling.

"Yes, Ma'am, in front of the right turn right, right?" Ask driver.

"Yes, abis is straight and turns left" replied Wulan.

"Good Ma'am"

Afifa felt familiar with the voice of someone sitting behind the wheel, eager to look to confirm the owner of the voice, but suddenly she felt a tremendous pain in her lower abdomen.

"Aaaaaawwwwww.", Jerit Afifa.

Suddenly the driver was shocked and stepped on the brake pedal under his feet made Afifa scream more and more in pain.

Wulan was getting panicked, "Afifa...! you why? does your stomach hurt?" ask Wulan impatiently.

Afifa did not reply, she just grimaced in pain, her hands clenched holding the car seat beside her, her teeth clenched in a powerful bite to endure the pain, as cold sweat poured from her face and all over her body, "Tapping" there was a sound of shards of an object in the womb of Afifa, a thick liquid byuuur came out soaking the robe and car seat Wulan.

Afifa was screaming hysterically, now it was no longer the pain she thought, but the safety of her baby was at stake, her tears running down her cheeks, but she could not get a single word out of her mouth, he was only able to cry withstanding the pain and regret that remained deep. Yes Alloh..., is this the time? I beg you to save my son, O Allah, I do not want to ask you anything but the safety of my son despite having to sacrifice my own life, Jerit Afifa in his heart, pleading for the safety of his baby, he said, tears kept flowing down the river on both cheeks.

"Aphifa...!" Wulan panicked even more, her right hand rubbed Afifa's sweaty forehead, her left hand groped Afifa's wet robe, "MasyaAlloh...! his entourage broke Rid.., hurry us to the nearest midwife", he ordered the driver.

"What's? Amniotic? I.iya Sister..." The driver panicked and went straight into the gas.

"Hold on Fa!, hold on a moment, we will reach the midwife's house", Wulan looked pity Afifa's face in her lap, her wet eyes were staring back at her, with a pushy look as if pleading for help, wulan's hand clasped Afifa's hand tightly.

Afifa continued to grimace in pain, occasionally his lips moved to recite the sentences of dhikr and do'a, until finally Wulan's car stopped right in front of a house in front of which there was a large sign that read Beautiful Maternity House MAOLIDAH, MAOLIDAH, S.Tr.Keb.

"Rid, quickly help me bring Afifa inside!" pinta Wulan's.

"I.iya Mbak", The driver who was none other than Ahmad Farid Al Ghifari immediately went out, circled the car and opened the back door, but he just stood in front of the door, staring at the pale face of Afifa, grimacing and sweat with full pity, the hijab he wore was wet with sweat, his position was no longer irregular.

At first glance Afifa's eyes met with Farid's eyes, but he no longer cared about anything around him, only the pain and concern for the safety of his baby that he thought, he said, Afifa felt a great urge pushing her stomach down, she couldn't possibly walk on her own anymore.

"Rider...! Let's help me carry Afifa", said Wulan disperse her daydream.

"I?"

"Yes".

"But Ma'am..say..."

"Come fast! kasian Afifa, he can't walk anymore". Wulan shifted her seat, waking Afifa's weakly drooping body, so that her position became sitting on the car seat, her wet eyes closed with pain.

Half conscious Afifa felt her body drift, Farid was carrying her, her long steps quickly led her towards the maternity home, half running, Wulan followed her from behind.

"Mom midwife...! help my friend to give birth, the establishment has broken just now on the road, quickly help her and the baby!", said Wulan hastily talking to Midwife.

"Okay ma'am, calm down, yes, I will take action immediately", said the Midwife soothingly, "Please take your wife to a special bed pa!" turning his gaze towards Farid, his hand pointed at one room that read Maternity Room.

Farid sighed, but he ignored the words of the Midwife who thought she was the husband of Afifa, he immediately followed the steps of the Midwife, brought Afifa's body and laid her in the action room.

Afifa drooped, her red, teary eyes staring at Farid, she nodded in gratitude.

Farid just stood stiffly in front of Afifa, eager for his hand to reach the face, hugging it tightly, perhaps it would be able to reduce the pain felt by the woman who had stopped in his heart.

"Will you wait outside or accompany his wife here?" ask Midwife to throw her daydream.

"Oh..me..I just wait outside ma'am", said Farid nervously.

"Alright, then please wait outside!" The midwife immediately closed the door.

Farid nodded and strode straight towards the waiting room with Wulan.

"Ah...Rid, how do we tell Fauzi and his family? my phone was left at home, and Afifa's bag also seemed to be lying on the sofa, I was too panicked just now," Wulan let out a rough breath, remembering everything that had just happened.

"I still keep Fauzi Mbak's number" Farid said.

"Oh thank God, quickly contact him now!".

Without a second thought Farid immediately contacted Fauzi.

Fauzi was on his way home to Bandung, when his phone rang. He had a glance at it, Farid's name was still stored in his cell phone contact, he immediately pulled his car over to the shoulder of the road to answer the phone call first.

"Assalamualaikum Rid..., how are you?" asked Fauzi, his voice sounded happy like getting a phone call from a friend who had not met for a long time.

"Waalaikum salam, sorry Zi.I want to tell you that now Afifa wants to give birth, she has brought us to the Midwife's house".

"What's? giving birth? you mean?" asked Fauzi in disbelief, because he knew it wasn't time for his wife to give birth.

"Yes Zi...Afifa wants to give birth".

"Don't joke you Rid, my wife is only 6 months pregnant".

"Yes, really Zi, he was already in the action room, even his standing had broken time in the car earlier".

There was no sound from Fauzi, it seemed like he was thinking about something, "What have you done to him?" Fauzi's voice suddenly sounded resolute and probing, "And how can he be with you?"

"I.i.m..." Farid flipped, unable to answer Fauzi's question.

Wulan immediately picked up Farid's phone which was still attached to her ear, "please Zi, don't think negatively first, it's better now that you immediately come to the maternity house on A street no 36, near my house".

"Wulans? you with?"

"yes, hurry! Afifa needs you right now".

"Well, in an hour I'll be there" Fauzi said later.

Fauzi immediately contacted Mama and Umi, as well as Nadia so that they could come first to where Afifa gave birth before she arrived.

Wulan and Farid were still faithfully waiting for Afifa, both of whom continued to pacing to relieve his anxiety. A nurse approached him, "Mom, have you brought the baby equipment?" ask the nurse to Wulan.

"Oh no sus, is she really going to give birth?" tanya Wulan was still curious.

"Betul bu, her gestational age is still young, but Afifa's mother is strong enough to give birth normally, only her baby's weight has not met the standards, so once the baby is born, she said, we must immediately take her to the nearest hospital for further treatment" explained the nurse.

"Yes, I'll take the baby equipment" said Wulan.

"So soon ma'am!"

"Well, I'll be right back".

The nurse nodded and returned to her workplace.

Wulan thought for a moment, how he could get Baby equipment in a sudden time like this, fortunately he remembered that the clothes and equipment used by Talita was still stored neatly in his room.

Wulan looked at Farid, "Rid, I have to bring the baby equipment home, you wait here before the family comes!".

"Good Ma'am" Farid handed over the car keys, Wulan immediately picked it up and half ran towards his red car.

In the maternity room, Afifa continued to grimace with the pain, the faces of her loved ones flashed one by one in her mind, twinkling like a movie on a big screen, and the shadow of her husband's smiling face kept turning around his head, "Sister... Aji..." Her words slowly called her husband's name on the sidelines of his crying, there was a deep sadness in her heart, because at a time like this, the person she really hoped for her presence, was actually not there beside her.

"Breath, ma'am, calm down, we will continue to help the mother, the mother's husband is outside", said the nurse who continued to rub Afifa's stomach and twirled her index finger just above her navel.

Afifa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her hand clasping tightly the bed sheet beside her until it fell apart, "Sir Aji...!" call again.

Sister immediately came out, took the initiative to call the name of the person who had just been called Afifa, "Pak.Your wife called, the patient always mentioned the name of Kak Aji, maybe she wanted to be accompanied", said the nurse to Farid.

Farid immediately stood up, his feet stepping towards the room, but his steps came to a halt as he remembered, the woman the nun referred to was not his wife.

"Come Sir!" invite the surprised nurse because Farid stopped his steps right in front of the door.

"Sorry sister, soon her husband is coming, she is on her way" Farid said in a misbehaving manner, she took a slow breath, at least what she said made her heart a little relieved, because the sister no longer thought of her as her husband.

Farid was still pacing before the door of the maternity room, when one silver car entered the courtyard of the Midwife practice house, out 3 passengers from the car in a hurry to approach the registration officer, who was in the middle of the house, there was talk between them.

"Where is my daughter-in-law sus?" mama asked frantically, Pak Haji Ramadhan and Nadia stood behind her equally frantically waiting for an answer from the sisters.

"He's already in the room ma'am, please mom and dad wait there!" Said the nurse, her hand pointing at the empty chair neatly lined up in the waiting room.

"How's sus doing?" ask Mama again.

"Later everything will be explained by Ibu Indah ya ma'am", said the friendly sister.

Mama just sighed, she also walked to the delivery room where her husband and Nadia.

"Sorry.Who are you?" mama asked when she saw someone standing with an anxious face right in front of the door where Afifa was giving birth.

"Oh...saya..i Farid", nervously stretched out his hand in front of Mama, but mama just looked at him with a full gaze asked, "I". clearly then, when he realized the astonishment of the woman's face in front of him.

"Wulan where is it?" ask Mama again while receiving Farid's hand.

"She was taking the baby's equipment home, she's coming back soon" Farid said kindly, though worry could not be hidden from her face, at a glance his eyes caught the sharp gaze of a girl wrapped in a light brown hijab who stood staring beside Mama.

In a second Farid's eyes met the girl's round eyes, a clear black eyeball just like the eyes of the girl he had known 2 years ago on his campus, a tomboyish girl who always bothered him and made him careless for once making it to deal with the Dean, Farid awakens from his daydreams, and, when a middle-aged woman and her husband came to Mama with bad breath asking the condition of her daughter.

Farid immediately lowered his gaze, then walked towards the empty chair in the corner of the room, he covered his face with both hands, but his mind re-thought of the girl, and he opened his eyes, focusing on the hijab the girl was wearing, her brows furrowed in remembrance of the face of the girl before her, there was a feeling of wanting to ask, but she was afraid of misrecognizing someone.

"Simple" Someone opened the door of the maternity room, came out a woman dressed in white with both hands wrapped in rubber gloves preparing for labor, everyone turned to her and immediately rushed over to her, "Has her husband come?" ask her while turning the view to the entire room.

Everyone looked at each other, as if asking each other with his gaze.

"She is on her way" said Farid who suddenly stood up to Midwife.

"The patient always calls her husband, please tell her husband to come immediately", said the midwife, she went back into the room. The sound of Afifa's moans ripped through the hearts of those who heard it as the door opened.

Everyone was getting more panicked, especially Umi who heard her daughter in pain, she just cried leaning against the wall of the room.

Before long a black car stopped in the maternity house, everyone turned their heads out, Fauzi came down hastily, he said, running straight to open the door and enter the delivery room regardless of the people around him who were so waiting for his presence, he stood right in front of Afifa's feet, his tears could not be weathered when he saw his wife drooping in pain on the maternity bed, "Iaaang....!" his body splashed towards Afifa, his hands reaching for Afifa's wet cheeks with tears, then rubbing them gently with his fingers, a endless kiss landed all over Afifa's face, "What's going on, honey? why is it like this?"

Afifa's eyes sparkled as she saw the person she was waiting for was present before her, hugging her and kissing herself affectionately, "Sister...!" he called slowly, his happiness could not be hidden, a smile fell from his lips.

"Dear, I'm here, you're strong yes, you can, I'll keep you company", Fauzi grabbed Afifa's hand and held her tightly.

Suddenly Afifa felt that a force was emerging within him, he took a deep breath, and then a very strong urge arose in Afifa, down and down, Afifa grimaced again, his cold hand clasped Fauzi's hand in his grasp, sweat continuously pouring from all over his body, clear liquid flowing back from the end of his eyes.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Fauzi panicked, his hands patted Afifa's cheeks, his gaze turning towards the midwife who was preparing the baby equipment that Wulan had just brought, "Mother midwife, my wife why? please ma'am, what happened to her?" said Fauzi half-shouting as he sobbed, unable to bear to see his wife in pain.

"It's time Sir, Mr. Quiet ya", Said Midwife, "Let's Bu Afifa we start, take a deep breath and let out slowly", Interduction Midwife to Afifa.

Afifa followed the Midwife's words, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her stomach ached again.

"Breathe again ma'am...! then take it out and convulse it out loud!, good mom, let's do it again!, mom can do it!" several times the Midwife directed Afifa.

Afifa was still following the Midwife's words, until the peak came, the pain continued to spin wrapped around her stomach and as hard as she could she let out a loud groan that was screeching in the ear of her husband, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...." Afifa screamed and felt something coming out in her intimate part, and Aaaah.Afifa's eyes closed, thanksgiving continued to flow from her lips, and she also drooped weakly out of energy.

"Darling...! you did it, honey..." Fauzi again kissed his wife's face with tears, not caring about the panic Midwife and sister who found the baby who had just been removed from Afifa's womb did not cry.

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A woman who has given birth must have felt a similar incident, especially me, frankly, I to tear up this part of writing, this part, because it is remembered by my own story that forced to give birth to my baby in my gestational age of 6 months and 5 days, and it turns out we also have to lose our baby....😢😢😢

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By @Rahma Husnul.