The End of the Waiting

Jealous

“Ma, my stomach hurts so much,” complained Amara while grimacing softly. She still sits at the dinner table alone with her mother-in-law.

“Drink first. Take a deep breath and pass slowly, do not panic.” Azizah as a doctor was quite able to control herself and calm her daughter-in-law.

Azizah shouted quite loudly, making the housekeeper immediately come in a hurry.

“Take the equipment and put it in the car,” the word is clear, making Anita immediately run towards the living room. There has been prepared a bag containing equipment that will be taken to the hospital.

Amara closed her eyes, her hands clutching the end of the table to channel the agonizing pain. Since two days ago, contractions have often appeared, but only a few moments and the pain can still be withheld. However, this time he really felt an incredible pain.

“Street slowly, yes. We go to the hospital now,” Azizah said.

Aided by her in-laws and domestic assistants, Amara walked slowly to the yard where the car was parked.

Azizah asks Anita to come and accompany Amara sitting in the back seat, she herself will be a driver.

After making sure Amara was lying down comfortably, Azizah headed towards the steering wheel and prepared to start the engine.

“Bi Meri, call dad and say I brought Mara to the hospital.” Ahmad Arsalan is not home. The man who works as a lecturer is in the middle of a seminar event as a filler.

“Good, Mistress.”

Amara's feelings are getting less and less. In the car, she grimaced and cried every now and then when the pain struck so intensely. The journey was quite long and felt slow for him.

Azizah who was driving occasionally glanced back, making sure her daughter-in-law was still conscious.

“Ma, I'm not strong. It hurts so much,” hiss Amara lirih. His breathing became increasingly congested, tears spilled from his cheeks without being prevented. Although Azizah asked him to say Istighfar, but it was not enough to strengthen him.

Amara opened her eyes when the car stopped and Azizah was busy giving orders to take her in. To be treated immediately by an expert doctor.

Pacing Azizah waited in front of the delivery room. There was no sign of the doctor or the nurse came out to give him news.

When the door of the room opened, Azizah immediately approached the doctor and gave him various questions.

“You can accompany the patient to help him do light exercise while waiting for the complete opening.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” reply Azizah and soon following entering the room. Seeming Amara lying on the bed with a tired face, her lips extended a faint smile upon seeing her presence.

“Sorry I made Mama panic.”

“Still sick?”

Amara shook her head slowly. “No, Ma. But the pain really was incredible. Until it feels not resistant.”

Azizah smiled, rubbed the top of her daughter-in-law's head and said, “Mama used to be too. That's the long process of women becoming mothers. The pain of giving birth to a child is a blessing given by God. Be grateful you are among the women who are given sustenance of pain give birth to a baby, because not all women can feel it.”

There are many women out there who are unable to conceive and are given child sustenance. It wasn't the woman's fault, it was the fate that had been outlined. All human beings always hope that things will go well and perfectly as they wish, but God always has another better plan.

An hour later Amara's parents came in with anxious faces. Raisa immediately rushed over to the child who was leaning on the bed and kissed her forehead.

“How?” tanyanya stared at the iron.

“No more contractions,” sahut Azizah slowly.

Raisa's hand gently rubbed the top of the princess's head. “Mother always prays for your delivery to be launched and you both are safe.”

“Aamiin.”

Raisa looked at her daughter with dewy eyes, there was something as if pressing on her chest firmly.

His feelings suddenly deteriorated, either out of fear or indeed it was a sign.

To Be Continue ....