Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Akandra Diratama

Djakarta,

Harsa

With hasty steps and a little run down the hospital aisle that was quite crowded at that time. I don't know how many pairs of eyes looked at him, frowning.

"Excuse me, excuse me, where's the observation room?" ask her with breath up and down. He was only able to listen and nod his head when a nurse gave him a hint.

"Thank you sus." with wide footsteps he headed for the room mentioned, until his eyes read a 'Observation Room' written right next to 'Maternity Room'.

"Sorry, on behalf of Mommy Sekar? I'm her husband." she asked as she saw one of the sisters coming out of one of the curtains.

"Oh this sir, over here. Number 3."

He opened the curtain slightly to be sure, then saw his wife and mother inside. His feet stepped in, his mother looking at him. He washed his hands before touching his wife.

She lay on her back while grasping the one she knew the device to measure how many contractions.

"Honey.." he stroked gently Sekar's hair, then kissed the top of the woman's head.

"You just moved here, mom came out, accompany papa. Papa was downstairs for a little drink. Open 5." her mother moved out of the chair.

His eyes looked at Sekar who was slightly grimacing in pain. His heart felt very sorry to see his wife.

"Mas.." murmured Sekar softly with a thin smile and grasped the edge of the mattress as he felt the wave of love coming.

His finger grabbed Sekar's lewd fingers then grasped them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you call. I'm still meeting, keep reading your chat. Good thing there's still a plane for this afternoon."

He tried to explain what really happened, so that Sekar did not misunderstand him. Indeed that's the case, he did not see any calls on his mobile phone while he was presenting.

Smile and nod their head,

"Not what-a.pa.." said his wife softly and slightly stammered.

"It hurts a lot? Want me to elus his back?" his wife this time just nodded. He chose to sit on the edge of the bed with one hand stroking his wife's lower back.

He saw an infusion tube in his wife's hand. Again his lips kissed Sekar's arm somehow to how many times.

Seemingly closing his eyes and hissing, the soft hand squeezed his hand very firmly. This time he felt the presence of the wave of love. He clenched his lower lip when he saw his wife in pain. His hand turned to rub the stomach Sekar that felt very hard.

"Okay, son, don't make mama sick." he murmured slowly, but instead was greeted with a small laugh from his wife.

"Even laugh." he said with a smile when able to divert the pain Sekar.

"Yes the name wants the lava should not be sick." replied Sekar while pinching his hand.

It has been an hour more Sekar experienced a non-stop contraction and even more. But his beloved wife did not hurt him at all, only occasionally clasping her hands so tightly that they turned red.

One breath and push it turns out Sekar still has not succeeded. He returned to give a spirit when his wife began to push a second time.

The sound of crying baby boys filled the entire corner of the maternity room.

'Akandra Diratama' which means a man full of calm and patience, that's the name he chose for his first son. The baby looked big and also his voice sounded very loud.

"4.05kg.51cm long.." the nurse's voice was heard as she kissed Sekar's sweaty forehead.

"Please dear.thank you Mama Sekar.." she said while shedding tears that were no longer unstoppable.

Vast

Today he truly felt priceless happiness again. Although the drama broke early membranes when her husband was meeting in a neighboring country and had difficulty being contacted. But finally Harsa came at the right time.

Her happiness is not only that, the warmth of Harsa back he felt when he experienced contractions that felt more intense, even he had seen tears that dripped on the handsome face of her husband.

Her hands now clasped Harsa's shoulders as her husband kissed her on the forehead and hugged her as an expression of gratitude for having bet their lives on giving birth to their first son.

"I'm so tired of mas, it feels sleepy." he murmured softly in Harsa's ear. Her husband immediately took off their embrace.

"Don't sleep first, it's Akandra to be brought here for IMD. Hold yes dear, later sleep fit already in the room just aja." as hard as he could resist the drowsiness and fatigue, he, he also remembered the words of Mama Priska to be able to fight his fatigue right after the birth process.

Whether myth or fact, her in-laws told her to rest after being in the in-room and through the process of early breastfeeding, so that things do not happen that are not desirable because the body feels very tired.

But he chose to obey, especially on his chest now leaned a cute baby who was looking for and tasted the first source of life for the little man.

Andra, that was the nickname for their first son. The baby looks smart to taste the source of his first life.

"Dear ones.." murmured her husband while stroking the tiny head that was filled with thick hair.

When Andra suckled, the doctor also tidied up his lower body which was somehow like after removing this small human weighing 4kg.

Shortly after the doctors finished everything and Andra was placed in a baby box, Mama Priska and Papa Abinawa went into the delivery room.

"Congratulations, thank you for loving your mother papa grandson again. Make a lot of ya." said Amam Priska while hugging her.

While Harsa and papa are busy capturing some pictures of Andra in the baby box.

"I'm sleepy ma..Have you slept yet?" ask her to mama Priska who is next to her.

"How come, but you're not hungry? Don't want to eat in the room?"

"Jude, eat first just slept yes if that's it." however the stomach currently feels very empty.

He looked at Harsa who looked very happy after the birth of Andra. It was evident from Harsa's face that was full of smiles and laughs when she saw the little baby sticking his tongue out at them.

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