Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

336. Welcome to Little Princess

Sure enough after we went to the hospital the doctor stated I had opened six, but did not feel any sign this afternoon, only after I finished riding Arga did I get the pain.

Doctors recommend taking a short walk, while waiting to add to the opening. Arga faithfully accompanied me walking outdoors. Sister Sus was sitting in a chair, sleepy because it was already midnight, occasionally awake and looking at me.

"Sir, just sleep in that room. I'm okay, really. There is also the Father," I said to Ma'am Sus, pity also see it like that, sleepy until sometimes his head was hit by a wall.

"Eh, no ah, here. Later if kebablasan sleep well do not know anymore if you have felt," he said refused.

"You want me to bring you some food?" asked Arga to me, I shook my head slowly.

"But you also ate not much, later lemes can not precedent how?" tanyanya's worried.

"Wouldn't eat anything. I want mom. Call mom, gih." My love. Arga looks confused, the article is already midnight.

"Mom slept a lot, Ma."

"But I want a mother, Pa." I felt so scared, so scared of my situation like this. The ugly shadow always crossed my head. What if I don't survive childbirth? I haven't met my mother, haven't apologized for any of my mistakes, haven't thanked her for what she's given me.

"Pa, want mom." Again I'm squeezing.

"okay, deh. I told the driver to pick up mom."

Arga went to the parking lot where the driver slept briefly in his car. I went on a small walk near the sleeping Sister Sus.

The night was getting late, the needle was already pointing to the number one more, but my opening only added one. A little longer than I felt when I gave birth to Azka first.

"Sit here." Arga patted the empty spot beside him, I sat down for a while, a little tired of this leg just kept walking. He took my leg and hugged it over the thigh, massaging it slowly.

"Juice!" exclaimed mother half ran with the girl who accompanied him all this time. Her footsteps were quick so that a few seconds had arrived and hugged me.

"Alhamdulillah, I think it's too late, Yu! You want a baby now?" ask mother.

"Yes, Mom."

"How is Azka at home?"

"yes, they are sleeping, not built up" replied Arga.

Mother took out the container from the black crackle, from the transparent container I could see the food was white.

"Eat the porridge, I was a bit long because make this for you first," said the mother, the container was opened, I saw the porridge from rice flour, I saw the porridge from rice flour, brown sugar and coconut milk you remove from another container.

It felt so good to see what you brought me, immediately I became wanting to eat, but it was no less Arga offered me food.

Tired and sick I certainly feel, but do not want to give up on something beautiful for our happiness.

"Fight, Honey. You can do it" said Arga, her eyes red as I looked at her face, her tears and her prayers to accompany my struggle.

The sound of the baby's cry sounded very loud after he came out of his birth canal, not too difficult for me to feel because the brother had opened the way for his youngest brother.

"Alhamdulillah, the baby girl!" the doctor exclaimed happily and then put the baby on top of me. I looked at her, beautiful even though she was crying.

"Alhamdulillah, our son is complete. I finally have a beautiful daughter" said Arga. She kissed my forehead, then without feeling disgusted she also kissed our little princess' forehead.

"Allah, O God, You have made our happiness perfect." Sobs were heard very clearly from my husband, mentioning and glorifying the Creator.

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Almaira Nadia Ramayudha, the name of our little princess. Arga who immediately gave the name when after he proclaimed the adhan. A very beautiful name to hear, also has a good meaning in it, hopefully our little daughter becomes a righteous child. Aamiins.

"The beauty of Dedek Alma," muttered Gara while rubbing the cheeks of her sleeping baby sister, while Azka who was now one year old looked at Alma who was in my lap.

"Mamam" said the boy, extending his hand to me.

"Ih, Azka's jealous is Mama Gendong Dedek Alma?" Mother teased my son, brought him closer and kept him who was still extending his hand. I laughed to see his face that was upset, a little whining because I wanted to carry it.

"Well, I think someone's jealous. Same with Papa, right?" Arga reached out to take Azka from the mother, but the boy brushed off Arga's hand and began to whine again.

"So, no! There's a grandpa, change!" abang Gara said giving a warning. Azka voiced out, shouting like she did not accept. Arga and I laughed a little at Azka's increasingly adorable behavior.

"Here Alma is with me, you're carrying Azka, jealous of her. Boys are jealous!" arga's Goda to his son.

Azka laughed happily when I was on my lap. She held onto my clothes tightly and looked at her baby sister with a strange expression. I don't know if I was deciphering if she spoke, I'd probably say, 'Mama's mine!'.

"Azka with Grandma, let Dedek Alma be with Mama, huh?" Mother reached out her hand again, forcing Azka to take her hand, but I knew it was only to tease her. Again another hand he clapped and spoke with annoyance. Usually if he's like that means he doesn't want to.

"Well, if Kaka doesn't want to be with the other how will his grandpa?" chirps Arga.

"This is if you have a child who has a little sister, yes this is. Hihi, a lot of jealousy because it has not understood. Enjoy it" said the mother with a small laugh.

Arga takes Alma to the sofa chair, followed by Gara who does not want to miss with her new sister, while Azka still clings tightly to me, staring at her father, brother, and sister there. His hands stretched out like he wanted to join the others, but when mother was about to take him, again Azka did not want to.

"Geez, Mama's kid is jealous, huh? His grandfather will be loved, huh? Watched with Kaka, can't be copied, huh?" I asked Azka, though she did not understand it yet, but if taught to love each other I was sure they would grow up to get along and get along.