The Beginning of a Dream

You Still Have Debt

"We're going to the hospital!" Reffan

"But I..." There was a fear that began to envelop Sapphira

"Don't refuse, baby! Come on!" Reffan had already clasped Safira's hand. A bag containing a change of clothes was grabbed.

Mama Raisa went straight to Reffan and Sapphira when she saw Reffan carrying a bag.

"We're going to the ma hospital. Safira's got blood." Reffan.

"You go to the car first, Mama come, mama get ready for a while." Mama Raisa immediately walked quickly to her room changed clothes and picked up the bag.

Sapphira's face looked tense, however she could not hide her fear. Sometimes he seemed to endure the pain even before long.

"Quiet baby! Think we'll meet your son don't think of anything else." Mama Raisa calms Safira rubbing Sapphira's stomach which occasionally stiffens.

Safira. Reffan, he was also afraid, his anxiety was more than Sapphira felt. He had to admit this was the most stressful moment of his life. Reffan who usually looks cool and unpretentious has changed with Reffan whose face is tense. No matter how well he covered it, others could still see it clearly.

At this time Reffan could only tightly hug Sapphira with one of his hands rubbing his wife's belly that looked big.

At the hospital a midwife immediately welcomed their arrival directing them to a maternity room. Before long the obstetrician came with his friendly smile.

"We'll check first, ma'am." A smile continued to rise on the woman's doctor's face trying to unravel the tension that was clearly visible there.

"Baby heart rate is good. It's still an opening one. Safira be patient first. We move to the treatment room first while looking at its development."

"How long, doc?" Reffan began to look impatient.

"Patience first sir. These first births generally increase the opening rather long but the father and mother need not worry. We will monitor his progress. If you're still strong, you can help me walk."

Now Adzan Isya' has reverberated. Sapphira seemed to be more and more often enduring the pain even though she did not complain only seen to regulate her breathing and istighfar sounding softly from her lips.

Mama looks calmer even though she is actually agitated. But Raisa's mother refrained from further straining her son and daughter-in-law.

"Congratulate Fan, mama will be here." Mama Raisa's trying to make Reffan calm. This was the first time he saw the face of his son who was so tense even from that moment it was so difficult to speak only the kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand and the stomach of Safira that he did over and over again.

"For a moment, dear." Reffan approved his mother's commandment because he needed to calm down and rest before his Lord.

Safira just nodded.

"Mama's a bribe, baby. You need power later." Mama Raisa sits on the edge of Safira's gurney. Take bread for his son-in-law.

Sapphire also accepted the bribe of her mother. Whatever he will do to facilitate his struggle gave birth to his baby. Sapphira spends her bread though sometimes has to stop if the pain comes.

The door of the room opened, Bu Sofi and Mr. Salman immediately entered after greeting.

"Lady..." Shrill in Sapphira's voice, a drop of clear liquid just escaped from the corner of her eye when she saw her mother who had struggled to give birth to her into the world.

"Yes dear. You'll be fine." Bu Sofi was also seen shedding tears then hugging her first daughter.

Your mother forced me to go to Jakarta this afternoon because she felt bad. After arriving at the airport you contact Nak Reffan but not lifted. I called Mr. Rendra and said you were in the hospital. Mr. Rendra was on his way too.

Salman's father hugged Sapphira and kissed her daughter in the forehead. There was a sense of pressing down on his chest as he watched the princess he loved endure the pain clearly visible on his face.

"Dad's mom, Fira's been apologizing all this time..." The tears that were just dripping now just flowed.

"Sstt... We've always forgiven you baby, you're a good boy, our proud son." Salman's father who spoke, Bu Sofi only nodded as his tears choked his throat.

"Ma... Safira apologizes.." Said Safira grabbing Raisa's mama's hand.

"Honey already. You never hurt my mom." Bu Sofi was also seen shedding tears but was immediately wiped. "You and your son will be fine."

Safira smiled, although it seemed forced because the pain was increasing often and for a long time.

Reffan entered the room.

"Mother's father.." Reffan kissed the back of his two-in-law's hands. "I'm sorry I haven't told you yet."

"Father, son, you must prioritize Sapphira." Salman's father spoke.

Salman's father went to the mosque to pray. While mama Raisa and Ibu Sofi pray alternately in the treatment room. Honestly, Salman's father could not bear to see his beloved daughter in pain, he chose to rest and pray in front of his creator to shed tears that had been previously held.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a midwife came to check on Safira's progress.

"The opening of three, sir." Saying a friendly midwife.

"How long ago sus. My wife is in pain." Reffan who had been holding himself back finally issued the words he harbored.

"Prophey sir. This is the first birth, the process is like this. If you can't stand the pain call us sir. Excuse me first."

After the midwife comes out.

"Why can they be that calm. Didn't he see Safira was in this pain." Reffan's chest looks up and down.

"Propay Fan. It's like this giving birth let alone the first child." Mama Raisa rubbed Reffan's back to calm down.

Reffan set his breath, approaching back to his wife's side. Seen his hands clenched each time felt the strengthened hand of Sapphira. That must be when the pain comes.

Reffan felt useless even to reduce the pain felt by Sapphira.

"Sorry baby, if I can, I'll transfer your pain to me." Reffan wiped away the tears that had escaped his wife's netra.

Bu Sofi just sat still unable to say anything because for him it would be easier if he who felt the pain of giving birth rather than having to see his daughter in pain.

Through midnight Sapphira's lips spoke louder.

"God, I'm not strong." Say it with closed eyes.

"Darling..." Reffan directly presses the call button. The midwife went straight into Safira's room.

"My wife is in pain, please do something!" Reffan spoke with great emphasis for holding back his anger but held him back from shouting in front of Sapphira.

"We're moving into the delivery room, ma'am." The midwife went and came back with a wheelchair.

In the delivery room an oxygen hose is attached to Sapphira's nose. Safira changed clothes from the hospital which made it easy for the delivery process.

"How long is it? My wife is in a lot of pain." Reffan is in panic mode.

"Please sir still opening four." Said midwife after re-examining the development of birth canal condition.

"Mas I'm not strong. I'm sorry, I'm often.." Say Safira while enduring the growing pain.

"Don't talk so dear. You are never wrong, you are wrong. You must be strong, dear." Reffan kissed his wife's forehead.

"Brazil. arrggghhh. It hurts a lot!" Safira squeezes his pillow.

"Suusteeerrrrr." Reffan yelling.

Mama Raisa and Ibu Sofipun entered the delivery room.

"Opening five.. Patience to you, Mom..."

"Operation only nurse. Quickly prepare for surgery!" Reffan was half screaming.

"Please Fan!" Mama Raisa calms her son.

"I'm not strong ma, look at Sapphira that way." Reffan hugged his mother.

"Arghgh." Safira again shouted along with the amniotic fluid spill.

Midwives re-examine the birth canal. Then get out.

Safira sat down, severe nausea attacked him. Reffan immediately took the plastic and all the contents of Safira's hull were drained out. This was the second time Safira had vomited.

Sapphira's face was pale. The midwife who was checking had returned with two colleagues who deftly prepared all the equipment.

Reffan's face seemed confused because the midwife had just said the opening five why was ready now.

"Opening seven!" The midwife called out to her colleague who was still busy preparing all the equipment.

"Eight."

A colleague came out.

"Armghhh... Allah's.." Safira was already crying could not stand the pain that multiplied. He hugged Reffan's hand squeezing it as hard as he could.

The outgoing midwife has entered again with the doctor. The doctor smiled at Safira.

"Nine docks." Said the Midwife who had just examined Safira.

"Have you tried mom?"

Safira nodded, as she already felt an urge leading her to push.

"We try! Follow my orders." The doctor was calm. His hand was already preparing with a scissor nearby.

Sapphira strained with the rest of her strength still present.

"Eeerrrggghh." The first attempt failed.

Reffan was like rediscovering his strength that had been suffocated to see Sapphira in pain.

"Let's love thugs you just beat, you can do it!" It was near Safira's face. His hand was squeezed firmly by Sapphira as the pushing impulse came again.

For a moment the midwife and the doctor were stunned to hear the way Reffan encouraged his wife. But then it soon came to a realization again when Sapphira pushed hard.

"Eeeerrrgggghh." All power is removed.

The little baby slid into the hands of the prepared doctor.

"Alhamdulillah." Reffan hugged Safira's face and then kissed her paled face. "Thank you dear." The tears are no longer unstoppable.

The doctor and midwife who were there immediately laughed as the fountain was taken out by the tiny baby who had just inhaled air. The first pee of Sapphira's first son and Reffan made a concussion of the delivery room.

Now the little baby was already in Safira's chest after cleaning.

"Sutted a bit ma'am." Said the doctor who was being assisted by the midwife preparing for Safira's position.

"Aw doc." Safira responds a little. "Sick doc."

"Don't be drugged, let's not get sick." Reffan who joined the fight saw the expression of his wife.

"Already sir, dope local."

"Just add the medicine doc." Reffan fisting again. Imagine the pain of the path the baby has just walked and must be sewn again. Reffan had seen a doctor in action with scissors in his hand when Safira strained.

Doctor smile. "Not hurt now?" It seems like the drug has worked proved Sapphira only react small.

The nurse came to take their little baby for cleaning and then she was arrested. Reffan held their baby in suspense. It's the first time her hands touched a baby so tiny. Happy haru hugged her while pardoning their first son. The nurse then took their baby to bathe.

"I took a shower, my mom. Let's get a little better." Nurses imitate the voices of young children as if their babies were speaking.

The other nurse took a wheelchair to move Sapphira to the treatment room.

Mama Raisa goes into the delivery room wanting to see Safira's state while bu Sofi and Salman's father follow the nurse who brought their granddaughter into the nursery.

"Can you stand up, ma'am?" The nurse asked Safira whose face was still pale.

"Can." Sapphira sat preparing to stand up but immediately her gaze darkened unconscious.

Reffan panicked and shook Sapphira's body, but his wife's pale face did not wake up.

Mama Raisapun surprised, his heart throbbed faster, his throat was choked.

"Wake Safira! You still have debt. Let's get up, or I'll tell you. Get up!" Reffan wept hugging Safira's face.

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