Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

A Long Process

In the hospital hallway, Harith's uncle sat down with Yoga. The two are discussing a meeting that will be held in a few moments. While inside, Nadia was struggling with her pain. 

He looked around looking for a man who should be on the side. Where is my husband, God! His mind was murmuring softly. Only her mother and her two sisters are ready to serve what she needs. 

The hiss from his lips again sounded, at that moment, Winda and Rima swiftly rubbed Nadia's back slowly. 

"Mas! Where is Mas Harits? I'm scared!" with a face that cringed in pain. 

"Let Mother call! The wife was about to give birth and she left!" mother grumbled annoyed with her son who suddenly disappeared. 

"Win!" Nadia clutched Winda's hand as the heat wrapped around strengthened. 

"Hold, Ma! Mother is calling her husband Mbak," said Winda while continuing to rub Nadia's back slowly. 

"It hurts .." complained Nadia with her eyes closed as her stomach tightened again. 

"Patience, Ma'am. You have to be strong for the sake of your child." Rima also cheered her hands unceasingly rubbed the other part of Nadia's back. 

"Mom!" Her tears fell. Sarah's shadow smiled at him, present in the eye crackers. His warm embrace, he needed that at a time like this. 

"Patience, Mother!" 

"The strong one, Ma'am!" 

Winda and Rima also stiffened, and both could really feel the pain that his sister was experiencing. Nadia's hands clutched tightly to the side of the bed whenever the child in her womb searched for a way. 

It's been half a day since he was rushed to the hospital, but doctors still say it's not time. 

Outside, uncle Harits was still busy with the device in his hand. As deep as she was when Bella gave birth first, the woman did not even care about her figure. I don't feel the same pain as Nadia. If you had seen your wife in pain in there, Harith! 

"Hariths!" Mother's voice rose as she found the son she was looking for. Frowning the man's forehead as a tense face mixed with anger was written on his old, wrinkled face. 

"What's up, Mom? Born already?" it was as if it was without sin. 

Bugh!

Mother's hand shrewdly hit her son's head, the hardened jaw proves Mom is in a big rage right now. 

"Stupid kid! Wife is in pain in there, you are playing hp here! The insolent! Go quickly! Nadia needs her husband. If you don't want to accompany her, I'll find her a new husband who will accompany her in childbirth like this!" Mother's clash carries a threat. 

Uncle Harits gulped, still loading. Not yet understood the situation. 

"Why is it still quiet?! Go quickly!" Mother encourages her child's body to quickly move from the seat. 

"Wait, Mom! Isn't the process quick, huh? Like when Bella gave birth. It's the same, isn't it?" Uncle Harits still thinks between Nadia and Bella must not be much different. It's not that giving birth is easy. 

"Don't equate Bella with Nadia. Hurry on! See for yourself your wife's struggle to give birth to that child!" Mother again pushed Uncle Harits body. 

"Forget meeting! Or you'll replace him!" tell Mom not to care about her son who protests through the glare of her eyes. 

Uncle Harits ran towards the room where Nadia was. His footsteps did not recede, I don't know what feeling he was feeling. Her heart beat strengthened when she heard Nadia's voice calling her name. 

"Mas! Where are you?" Greet with the sound of Winda and Rima calming him down. 

"He's dead!" The door opened violently. Uncle Harith turned to look at Nadia who was in pain in her bed. His footsteps were back in the race to immediately embrace the weak body. 

"Mas! Don't leave! Just here!" she asked as she spread her arms around her husband, "don't go far from me. I'm scared!" lirih Nadia in the warm embrace of her husband. 

"I'm sorry, Nadia. I didn't know you would be in pain like this. Forgive me, please." Repeatedly the man said an apology while tightening his embrace. 

Nadia fell silent, she regained her composure after her husband was with her. They broke down a hug, the man's hand still wrapped around his waist. Next to his hand, he rubbed the sweaty cheek of his wife. 

"Where is sick?" Asked in a regretful tone. Nadia shook her head, asking her husband to sit nearby. Uncle Harith complied, sitting while hugging Nadia and kissing her head. 

The woman who was struggling to give birth normally, dropped her head on the chest of the man she had been looking for. Feel the warm touch that calms the soul. 

But what Nadia is going through is completely different. It thought, it would be the same. Apparently, Nadia needed her figure to accompany her struggle. He really struggled. 

"It hurts, Mas. In here! Swiped, Mas!" Nadia pointed at her waist which was feeling heated. Snapping uncle Harits shifted his hands, rubbing the part that Nadia pointed. 

"Like this?" 

"A little hard, Mom!" 

Nadia bit her lips. His eyes were tightly closed, and Uncle Harith could not bear to see him. 

"Mom!" The trembling sound of his wife's lips made her growl in the mist. Nadia's tears were mixed with the constant sweat. 

"Is it really painful?" Uncle Harith was crying. Hugged Nadia's body again after she regained her composure. Nadia nodded in a hug. I could not bear to see him in pain like now. 

"You want an operation? I can't see you in pain like this, baby," said Uncle Harits, wiping Nadia's head and kissing her. The hair that was inside the hijab, some strands poked out. 

"It's okay, Mom. It's a process, when the time comes out it won't hurt anymore." Nadia smiled as she looked up at her husband's handsome face. Honey, that face now looked tense and panicked. 

"You sure you're strong? Just tell me you're not strong!" his door dipped on Nadia's cheeks that were still raised looking at him. 

"I'm strong, Mom. I have to be strong!" Nadia clutched her husband's shirt as the feeling struck again. 

"Don't go, Mum! I need my husband. I need Mas here!" Nadia moaned a little strongly as the pain that was accompanied by the radiating heat jolted all the feelings within her. Tearing down all the joints in his body, it felt like all the muscles inside there were falling out like dried leaves falling off.

The door opened and saw the female doctor who handled Nadia enter while commenting on the smile on the lips. 

"Doctor, is it still a long time?" Uncle Harith stormed, he did not move from where he sat hugging Nadia.

"We'll see, yeah." The doctor glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. He asked Harith's uncle to stand up and lay Nadia down. 

"What are you going to do?" uncle Harits snapped frantically when he saw the doctor wearing his gloves and widening Nadia's legs. 

"I'm just going to check the opening path, sir. Please calm!" her door. Nadia nodded as her husband's glance fell on her. 

The doctor examined the birth canal, he nodded. Then, instruct the sisters who come with him to prepare all the labor needs. 

"Come, Master! We move Madam to the maternity bed" she said, pointing to a bed designed specifically for labor. Uncle Harith according to, he moved Nadia as directed. 

The curtain closed, there was only Harith's uncle inside who accompanied him. Tense, panic, seeing the often grimacing Nadia. Unceasingly kissed his wife's head with tears that kept flowing. 

"Relax, Sir. Don't cry!" The doctor chuckled at it. He shook his head while widening Nadia's legs. 

"When I say push, then you have to push, Madam. When I say stop, you have to stop and take a deep breath. You understand?" Nadia nodded after the doctor gave her directions. Uncle Harits is getting tense. Sweat on Nadia's forehead with the tip of the shirt she was wearing.

"Don't close your eyes, Madam. Keep your eyes open during labor!" doors again. 

"Doctor!" The membranes rupture, the doctor nods his head after seeing it. 

They were unconscious, the man in Nadia's head was dumbstruck when the sound of breaking something caught her dark senses. 

Instructions began. Uncle Harits regained his senses as Nadia's circulating voice began to sound. As Bibi taught, he read the tawhid sentence on his wife's crown while continuing to blow the tubers. He said it could ease birth. 

"Stay awake, ma'am!" Uncle Harits was surprised. 

"Listen to the Doctor, baby! You strong! Look, in a minute! You are strong, my wife!" Uncle Harith kissed Nadia's head.

The woman's breath was almost gone, but the baby was still in its place. 

"I'm not strong, Mom!" 

"Don't! You are strong, baby! Strong!" Uncle Harith cried hysterically, clutching his wife's head while continuing to recite thoyibah sentences to strengthen the helpless woman. 

"Mrs!"