
Cold sweat poured not only on Ailee's forehead who wanted to give birth, but also on Gilang's forehead who was accompanying the wife in the delivery room. The hands of the handsome young man also trembled when he saw for himself how the wife struggled while pushing. Gilang seemed to feel the pain as experienced by the wife who was struggling to give birth.
Inwardly Gilang lamented his own decision to allow Ailee to give birth normally. Whereas before, the young man insisted and wanted the birth of his children to be done cesararily. However, a few weeks ago when the wife was having a snack and wanted to give birth normally, Gilang finally agreed after making sure that everything was healthy and safe.
"It sure hurts a lot huh, Yang? I'm sorry yes, I can't replace your pain" whispered Gilang. The handsome young man then kissed the wife's forehead deeply.
While down there, doctors and some nuns have been preparing to welcome the birth of Ailee and Gilang's children. The female doctor continued to guide Ailee to take her breathing properly. Occasionally he suggested that Ailee take a short rest.
"Cooling down first yes, Ms. Ailee. Don't force. Later if baby-baby has invited cringe, then we start again," suggested the middle-aged doctor while smiling.
Ailee just nodded, slowly. The young lady started taking long breaths then exhaled slowly. He followed the advice of the doctor so as not to run out of energy in the middle of labor. Ailee wanted her three children to be born safely without any hindrance.
"I know you're a great woman, Yang. You can definitely get through all this. I love you, Yang." Gilang kept whispering friendly words to encourage his wife.
"Come, Ma'am Ai! Keep pushing, push strong!"
While down there, the doctor gave instructions so that the birth process of the baby goes smoothly. Moments later, a tiny baby was born safely. Her shrill cry, filled the delivery room.
Looking at the red baby in the nun's hand with a sweet-sounding cry in the ears, the handsome young man could not help but hold back tears. She cries happily. He kissed the wife's face without speaking.
In the midst of the tiredness and pain, Ailee smiled. "Is the condition normal?" he asked without energy and Gilang nodded his head.
"Alhamdulillah, dear. Man, he's handsome like me," Gilang replied, remaining narcissistic, making Ailee laugh without making a sound.
Gilang again put a kiss on his forehead and on his wife's cheek. If only the wife had not warned him not to kiss Ailee's lips, it would have been obvious that Gilang would have ******* exhausted those thin lips as an expression of gratitude because the wife has struggled to give birth to her next generation.
Just a few minutes into the happiness, Ailee had to fight back. Another baby in Ailee's womb invited the young woman to push.
"Come, Ma'am Ai. Take a deep breath and push hard, yeah." The doctor gave instructions.
A few seconds later, there was the cry of the second baby whose voice was no less loud than the older brother. Again, the baby is the same sex as the father. Makes my heart happier.
"Cowok again, dear," whispered Gilang and Ailee nodded, weak.
Ailee is running out of energy. His eyes also seemed to want to close because of drowsiness and fatigue. However, she must not give up because there is still one more baby to be born.
"Don't sleep, honey." Gilang patted his wife's cheek slowly when he saw his wife closed her eyes.
"I'm not sleeping, Mom. Ai's just tired. It hurts all, Mas," complained Ailee in a barely audible voice.
Just a moment of rest, Ailee again felt a strong urge from within her womb. With the rest of the energy present, the young lady strained. His hand gripped firmly the hand of the husband, stronger than the first and second birth, making Gilang can feel how heavy the struggle of his beloved wife.
"Allahu Akbar!" Gilang said takbir, glorifying the greatness of God's asthma after the cry of his third child broke.
Yes, because only by His power can all this happen. The narrow road that his junior used to walk through, is now passed by his children in the near future. Unimagined by Gilang, how the pain belongs to the wife at this time.
"I love you, baby. I love you much" whispered Gilang with tears in his eyes. The boss of the big company was not ashamed to cry. Weeping happily for the birth of his three heroes.
After all the process was completed and Ailee had been cleared, Gilang immediately informed the family waiting outside. Suddenly, all scrambled to get into the delivery room because they wanted to see Ailee's state and also wanted to congratulate her. Including the three nieces of Gilang who had seemed restless waiting outside.
"Sir Ai!" exclaiming third nephew Gilang, kompak.
"Don't sleep first, dong, brother! We haven't got a photo yet" Steady protest at the sight of Ailee's eyes being closed.
"Sir Ai's tired, Kuh. Let him rest. The picture later. Your mother will also understand," said the great-grandmother who is now sitting on the edge of Ailee's bed.
"We're both VCs later, Dik. Nunggu Om Er and Kak Mai," Satria said.
Yes, the birth of Ailee's children is also awaited by Gilang's two older sisters. They both advised their sons to send word immediately through a family chat group. Those who have not been able to come to Jakarta in the near future, asked to be sent a photo of Ailee and her babies.
Ailee, who had not slept, opened her eyes. "Oma" he said in a weak voice.
Lovingly, the old woman rubbed Ailee's head. "Thank you very much, son. Thank you, for bringing such great happiness to my granddaughter."
Gilang, who was standing next to the patient's bed with his mother, returned to the kiss on Ailee's forehead. A deep kiss and with all the feeling. Right at the same time, Erlan and his wife came to unravel Gilang's affection.
"Is it true, ABC was born?" erlan asked, in disbelief because he saw his cousin's wife was still shopping.
"ABC was born, Om. Alkaline again" said Satria, making Erlan frown.
"Who's Alkaline?" ask Gilang.
"That, Om. Brother Mai's son." The staunch answer made everyone laugh, including Maida. Except Erlan who immediately gave a sentilan gift on the teenager's forehead.
"Why is it just Steady being flushed, Om? The idea of the name is from Bang Sat" Steady protested, pointing to the brother who was still laughing.
"Alkaline is also good, can be for girls or guys," the oma chimed in with a smile on the dikulum and Erlan immediately shook his head, disagreeing.
"There's no other name, though. Cook us into a family of battery stones" Erlan grumbled.
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