The Disabled Young Master's Substitute Wife

Happy News for Arief

Time continues to pass, now the age of the Dinar content has entered the age of nine months.

Because of Dinar's growing belly and soon giving birth, Arief decided to find a caregiver for Asyia.

A twenty-two-year-old woman who had a pretty face was in front of Arief and Dinar in an interview.

After answering a few questions, the couple finally decided to accept Delia as Asyia's nanny.

Actually Dinar was less agreeable if the one who nurtured Asiya was a girl. However, since there was no choice, he agreed.

"Well Delia you can work today or tomorrow, your job is to take care of my niece, because Asyia is a sensitive baby, then all the items she uses must be sterile. "Ariefs.

Delia bowed while nodding.

"Yes sir, I understand."

"So what do you think, when do you want to start working? " ask Arief.

"Now, sir, " replied Delia with a bowed face.

"That's it please go into your room and rest" Arief.

Delia stood up while Arief and Dinar led Delia to her room.

The girl was actually more mature than Dinar who was now nineteen years old.

Dinar holding Arief's hand, there was a sense of worry in his heart because it brought a girl into his household.

"This is your room, please rest, it happens that Asiya is still sleeping at this time, later in the afternoon you can start your activities nurturing Asyia." Ariefs.

"Okay sir, " Arief.

Delia went into her room and cleaned up her things.

A few days later.

Dinar flies because it feels pain in the abdomen.

His eyes glanced towards the wall clock that showed three o'clock in the morning.

Arief turned his body around to hug his wife. But he felt a strange movement from his wife.

"You why Dinar? " ask Arief while looking at Dinar's paled face.

"Okaya mas, my stomach arrived heartburn. " complained Dinar while grimacing.

"Maybe you want to give birth? We're going to the hospital now!"

Arief got up from his bed and headed straight for the bathroom to wash his face.

After that he prepared for the needs of his wife and himself while in the hospital.

"Oh," complained Dinar occasionally as he rubbed his stomach.

"Hows it? still sore? " tanua Arief who approached Dinar.

"Once in a while, the pain goes away. " Dinars.

You change clothes first, I'll take Asiya to Delia.

There was actually a sense of worry in her heart leaving Assyia with her new nanny. But because there was no choice he was forced to carry Asyia who was sound asleep and took her to Delia's room.

Tok Tok Tok...

Arief banged on Delia's bedroom door.

A few moments later Delia opened the door.

Creak

"What's up, sir? " tanya Delia who was rubbing her eyes, because she was still sleepy.

"Delia, please take good care of Asiya. I will take my wife who is about to give birth. Maybe some days we don't go home and it's your job to take good care of Asyia, make sure the milk bottle and everything she uses are always clean and sterile. Because Asyia includes babies who are susceptible to disease or infection. "

"If Assyia's good, I'll give you a bonus of a month's salary, so don't let me down!" arief said firmly.

"Okay, "Delia.

Arief thrust Asiya at Delia.

After everything was ready Arief took his wife in the car to go to the hospital.

In the car, Dinar increasingly felt the pain that repeated.

"Dear you are patient, yes" said Arief as he stroked Dinar's hair.

Arief clasped Dinar's hand that clenched tightly because it was holding back the pain, Dinar's body was twisting.

Arief felt increasingly worried, even so he tried to remain calm.

A few moments later they arrived at the hospital.

Dinar directly you bring to the persalinal room for further examination.

After checking, the doctor found there was a problem in the content of Dinar. The position of their baby was sunsang and the doctor suggested that surgery be done.

With all consideration Arief also agreed to this.

After signing the letter of approval of the operation, Arief went back to Dinar.

He sat next to his wife." Dinar, because of the position of our baby, doctors advise to take surgery. You ready? " he asked while rubbing the long hair of Dinar.

"Akhs ! " Dinar was getting scared and the shock of his stomach was getting sicker.

"Yes, whatever. As long as our baby survives. If I die in childbirth, I want you to take good care of our child, "say Dinar sadly.

Actually he felt so scared in the face of labor, especially if he had to be in surgery. Just imagine Dinar was horrified.

Arief rubbed his wife's back, "You take it easy.Living dead someone has been determined from God, so if it is the end anywhere we will die. And in shaa Allah the women who died during childbirth, will be rewarded like the martyrs."

Hiks, hiks, Dinar hugging her husband.

"Mas, pray for me, if I die in surgery, I apologize for my shortcomings while being your wife, I want you to be pleased with everything I do and give you, hiks hyks hyks," said Dinar so sadly.

"Of course, you're a good wife even very good, I'm sure you must be strong. And you have to be strong for the sake of our children" Arief said, kissing his wife's forehead.

The two shed tears, Arief grabbed Dinar's hand and kissed her, then smiled at her.

Dinar was taken to the operating room.

While Arief was waiting anxiously, in addition to praying he also surrendered.

As time passed, Arief grew increasingly agitated, waiting for an hour. But there is no latest news.

To relieve his tension, he paced back and forth in front of the operating room door.

Sit down, stand up for a moment.

A few minutes later, the sound of baby crying was heard

"Alhamdulilah," he said as he rubbed his palm on his face.

Arief was a little quiet, now just waiting for news about his wife.

Moments later, a nurse came out of the operating room with a baby.

Arief hurriedly approached him.

"How are my son and wife sisters?" Ariefs.

The nurse smiled.

"Mother and baby are safe sir, your baby is a boy"

"Alhamdulilah," Arief gave thanks.

"May I carry my son's sister? "

"Oh please, "tell the Sister while offering the baby boy.

Arief greeted him happily, a handsome and healthy baby boy.

"I named my son after the best, 'Rafassya Alfarezel Afkar.'"

Arief faced the qibla and then held the baby.

"Thank God, I was given the gift of a son, so that he might become a wise man and be a protector to both Assyia and her mother." Ariefs.

Seriate.

Hi reader, today the author try crazy up. hopefully still faithful to the story yes.thanks for the support.

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