Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Zahira Kamila's

The cry you listen to the world, brings an infinite sense of happiness. 

A smile of happiness welcomes your arrival full of love and affection.

Cry as you please, thou shalt the idol of the heart. 

Cry as much as you. 

Shake your voice on the world, my dear! My heart's jewels!

Tears of happiness fall with the sound of your voice. 

*****

"Mrs! Take a deep breath. Then, push! Look, his hair is already visible!" the doctor encouraged.

"Come, baby! You're powerful. He'll be out soon. We will hear his voice soon. Push it once more, we'll see it soon! Strong, honey. Laa haula wa laa quwwata illaa Billah. Strong, wife!" Uncle Harith whispered softly in Nadia's ear.

Hearing that, Nadia started to gather strength. He took a deep breath, and by the time the baby started to move, he pushed him with all his might.

The sobbing baby echoed followed by the reverberation of Adzan Dzuhur in all corners. Nadia's breathing was wheezing, sweat flooding the face. Something that comes out of the birth canal is so pronounced and ends in relief.

Uncle Harith clutched his wife's head, kissed her he repeatedly while saying words of praise. The roaring cry could not be restrained, breaking with the sound that came out.

"Thank you, baby. You're great! You're great, my wife. You are now a mother. You're crying, aren't you? That's our son, Nadia!" said uncle Harith unceasingly whispering in his wife's ear.

Nadia smiled, she nodded weakly. When the baby's crying voice echoed in his ears, he was moved. In the end, she became the perfect woman. Being a mother she has always wanted.

"Our son, my mother!" it shakes and stirs.

Uncle Harith nodded his head, glancing at a nurse who was taking care of the baby. His tears fell again, the red figure wriggled and came back crying.

"Yes, honey. Our son." The happiness present in the hearts of the two was immeasurable. Gratitude is not enough just through speech. They should share their happiness with those around them.

A hospital midwife, still dealing with Nadia. Cleansing her uterus from the rest of the birthing blood.

"We need to sew it, Madam. There's a little ripping. Hold, yes!" the midwife told me.

"Doctor why should it be stitched? My wife is already in pain, Doctor," protested uncle Harits. It is difficult for her to imagine, the pain when Nadia gave birth, now plus have to endure the pain of sewing needles on the former birth canal.

"Mistress Perineum is torn, sir. We'll just stitch it up for a while to help with the healing process. It won't be long. Please, don't tense up, ma'am!" said the midwife again indifferent to the tense face that still wanted to protest at her.

Nadia folded her lips, she put her face on her husband's belly. Both of his hands were tightly clasped by Uncle Harits. Frowning his forehead as the pain that pierced his skin jolted the consciousness.

Quite painful it felt that the sharp little thing pierced and pierced through his skin. Nadia hisses, uncle Harith kisses her head. He is also confused as to what to do.

"Sir, you can accuse your daughter." The call of the nurse who handled their baby added to the strain on Uncle Harits. He still wanted to accompany Nadia who was in pain due to the impact of needles that were dancing on the surface of her skin.

"It's done! Sir, you can do your duty as a responsible Father. Give her rights as a child, by chanting adhan and iqamah in the ears of your daughter," said midwife saw uncle Harith who fluttered at the top of Nadia's head.

"Mas!" Nadia's call jolted her consciousness. Uncle Harith rushed to the nurse, he received the baby's words very carefully. Closing the lips in both ears of the princess alternately buzzing the adhan and iqamah.

"Yes, Madam. Beautiful just like his father. Daughter is so, always dominant in the face of the father," replied the midwife while continuing to tidy things up.

Nadia was stunned, remembering the words of Nafisah that the child she would be born with would be her substitute. "She's a girl." Two sentences that Nafisah said at that time, buzzing in Nadia's ears.

Nafisah knew, while he was with uncle Harith, never found out. Just want a surprise, whatever they will accept. Nadia began to think about the ambiguous sentence that Nafisah said at that time.

Something is implied indirectly. But he could not find the answer. I hope nothing happens to him, God! His mind again muttered imagining the Breath smiling at him.

The smile on his lips opened when he saw his eyes falling on the man who was petting and kissing their daughter after pitting the red figure. Nadia waited, she wanted to see that little face.

"Come, Master! We give him to his mother" asked the nurse who immediately took the red baby from his father's hand. Uncle Harith followed behind the nurse, walking closer to Nadia.

The nurse undressed Nadia, but was prevented by Harith's uncle.

"What are you going to do? Why take off my wife's clothes?" he said he didn't accept.

"This baby needs his mother, sir. Initiation of early breastfeeding is very important for the baby. Colostrum is very good for the immune system in the baby's body. So, let your baby suckle to his mother." The nurse smiled and continued what had been delayed.

He placed the baby on his chest, letting him find his food source for himself. With his instincts as a human being who needs it. Nadia clasped him, a smile on her lips unceasingly reviewed.

Happy, what more when he managed to find something he was looking for. The tensed veins on the male's face loosened after seeing what their baby was doing. He rubbed Nadia's forehead and kissed her. Touching the soft and gentle creature that was on his mother's chest carefully.

"She's beautiful. The midwife is right, her face looks like her father" said Nadia Haru.

"Of course it has to look like me, but she has to be great like her mother." He smiles. The baby in his wife's arms suckled, not sure if there was anything he drank.

"Mas ... So, what's his name?" Nadia throws a glint at her husband. Uncle Harits smiled, his face met suddenly.

"Say that you don't like it. Kamila Zahira. That name flashed through my mind when I imagined him being born into the world. Do you like it?" said Uncle Harits while staring at Nadia.

The woman's head nodded, the smile on her lips still embedded full of happiness. "What does it mean?" Nadia asked. All he knows every name that people pin to his son must contain the meaning also hope in it.

"of course. Zahira means zohir or clear. Looks and looks real, while Kamila means perfect. May he become a man who displays the perfection of noble character according to the guidance of our prophet Muhammad Saw. Aamiin!" The great hope contained in those two words.

Nadia turns on her baby, she raises her head slightly to be able to kiss her daughter.

"Hariths!"

"Mom!"

Nadia's mother and two sisters rushed into the delivery room. Uncle Harith left, the three took turns kissing his wife's head full of haru.

"Mom, take Nadia and my son first. I want to pray." Mother nodded as her son came out.

The three of them were happy with the presence of the little baby. Chatting this and that, bouncing anywhere they wanted.

Congratulations to Nadia and husband on the birth of their first daughter.