Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

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The sound of chicken crowing together combined with the echoes of the morning adhan shrill to touch the sky. The man of great stature was preparing to receive the call of his Lord.

He glanced at his wife squirming on the bed, the next second he opened his beautiful petals. Publish a smile welcoming the gaze of the husband who stood on the edge of his bed.

"It's dawn, huh, Mas?" tanyanya while sitting with fatigue. Uncle Harith was quick to help, he sat back on the edge of the bed and rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Will you go to the mosque? Why haven't you left yet?" nadia asked again when Uncle Harits actually dropped his head on his distended stomach. Nadia's hand restores her husband's hair slowly, still leaving damp water traces.

Without a word, he moved. Pecking his wife's forehead before saying goodbye. "Father to the mosque first, huh? You're fine here, don't be naughty before Dad gets home." The stomach moved as if answering his father's words.

Uncle Harits stood up, glancing at Nadia for a bit before taking his feet swinging away from the room. With great care, Nadia lowered her legs. He stepped over while holding his stomach that was getting down.

Intentions want to take wudu, but urung when there are blood spots mixed with mucus in his underwear. He panicked, but continued to cleanse his body. After cleaning himself, he prepared all the needs recommended by the doctor before giving birth.

In a sizable bag, Nadia packed everything. He grimaced, biting his lower lip firmly during a contraction like last night. Nadia sat on the floor, holding her tight stomach.

Nadia tried to be as calm as possible because according to the book she read, contractions in the first child can last up to twenty-four hours to the top of the opening. He took a deep breath, and threw it away.

Nadia stood back up after the pain that whack her waist gradually disappeared. He stepped carefully down the stairs to the first floor. A sweat sprang up on the forehead, rubbing it using the tip of the hand while holding tightly to the handle of the stairs.

Nadia paused her steps as the pain returned to greet her waist. Winding and a little hot. However, it is still in a long pause. She continued to step towards the living room sofa to wait for her husband.

"Non?" Aunty screeched as she saw an exhausted Nadia carrying a step. He was quick to help his mistress to reach the chair.

"Thank you, Bi," he said with trembling and pale lips.

"Did Non-Nadia give birth?" ask Auntie to panic. Who wants to give birth, who wants to panic. Nadia nodded weakly.

Aunty quickly went to the kitchen, before long she returned with a glass of warm milk in her hand. Aunt put the glass in front of Nadia.

"Sometimes people who are willing to give birth lose energy, but she can't eat anything. Drink this, Miss, so that you don't limp" Bibi said giving the glass to Nadia.

The woman who was holding back the pain smiled, a sweat popping back on her forehead. He grabbed the glass, squeezed it a little strongly, resisting the turbulent taste. Nadia took another breath before drinking the milk Aunt made.

It feels really amazing. Winding pain, heartburn, plus a sense of heat that radiates in the waist. Nano-nano taste.

Winda and Rima frowned at Nadia who was sitting with Aunt in the living room. They pulled a step towards the kitchen, turned around and approached Nadia.

"Mr? Why?" Both sat down to Nadia. Holds the woman's hands to her right and left. Nadia threw a glance at the two of them, smiled and shook her head in response without a word.

"Miss wants to give birth. If the Sundanese say this has only existed, maybe if the doctor said this new opening one. Aunty does not know, but certainly Miss is going to give birth," explained Auntie.

The two girls widened their eyes, staring alternately between Aunt and Nadia. The woman's head nodded, answering a question that her sisters did not directly ask.

"Why are you panicking? Don't scare our mother, Rima? Look, Ma'am who wants to give birth can be calm like this," murmured Winda who was suddenly upset because Rima's attitude scared Nadia. He panicked as well.

"It's okay." Nadia rubbed her sister's head channeling calmness to her heart that suddenly panicked, "can you please get me the bag that you prepared in the room? Mbak can not take him," continued Nadia asked for help.

"Let me!" Both of them quickly stood up, but Winda first acted. He walked quickly up the stairs. As frantic as Rima was, her palms had even been drenched in sweat.

"Ow, Mother ... Nadia is giving birth. What should we do, Mother? If Mom were still among us, there would be no way we would be this scared, Mom." He muttered a little while continuing to take a step towards Nadia's room.

Seeing a bag in front of his sister's wardrobe, Winda hurriedly picked it up and came back out. Her fear grew even greater when she saw Nadia biting her lips with her eyes closed.

Winda rushed to run, almost falling if a firm hand did not hold his arm. Yoga stood there, he came with uncle Harits because of his plan this morning there was a meeting with an important client.

"Be careful!" said gently. Winda smiled shyly, he lowered his head with a flushed face.

"Thank you, Brother." Yoga smiled, he followed the steps of Winda towards the middle room.

Uncle Harith frowned looking at the bag in Winda's hand, he had just entered the house after returning from the mosque.

"Win? What'sthat?" tanyanya.

Winda glanced at the bag in his hand, he was nervous. His hand pointed at Nadia who was sitting on the sofa without answering. Uncle Harith turned his head, he widened when he saw Nadia was already sitting there.

"Astaghfirullah, baby!" Run to the sofa and sit next to his wife. Looking at her husband, Nadia's cautious heart slowly calmed down.

"Mas!" Nadia dropped her head on her husband's chest. He hugged the burly body and squeezed the cocoa shirt he was wearing when the heat wrapped around came back. Uncle Harits who was still confused by the situation, could only return his wife's embrace.

"What's wrong? Is it time?" his tanyanya was greeted by a nod of the head by Nadia.

"Come on, take it to the hospital, son!" Mother's voice suddenly grabbed seeing Nadia who was enduring the pain in her embrace.

"Yoga, get the car ready! I want you to take me to the hospital!" tell her while lifting Nadia's body and taking her out after Yoga nods his head.

"Come, we'll catch up!" mother's jolt to Winda and Rima who were actually in her place. The two, like a daze.

"Ah .. yes!" Winda returned to the room, snatched the car keys and regrouped with two other people.

"Auntie knows what to do, right? We stay first!" mother said before following the steps of Winda and Rima out of the house. Aunt nodded and did what had to be done.

"Oh Allah, may all go smoothly without hindrance. Strengthen Miss Nadia, O God. Strengthen it!" the door was as he walked towards the kitchen.