The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapter 249. Contractions

Chapter 249. Contractions

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" Everything will mumble in time!"

~Abimanyu

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Two weeks passed. Rudi refuses to stay home with Shinta. He said that no matter how small the house he has today is much better. He promised to visit his son often.

Parents often have their own choices. Shinta does not want to force, but he and Danan apparently have other plans that will surprise Rudi later.

Danan is also seen intensively preparing the requirements for marriage submission. Unmitigated, he even gave everything to the best lawyer of his family. I hope things settle quickly. Given that Shinta must first take care of her new status, before going to apply for a remarriage with Danan.

The administrative bureaucracy is often confused. That's why he cut it with money.

Sekar also now looks more familiar with Madam Lisa. The woman even often invites her daughter-in-law to also safari to the gathering of her social friends.

" This is my daughter-in-law, cook and bake!" he even showed off to his colleagues, all of whom almost had a son-in-law who usually only spent the husband's money without having skills other than childbearing.

While Wisang and Mr. Wikarna, are busy with property affairs and bureaucracy of rebuilding the factory that is ravaged by caterpillars two humans curse.

Everything seems to be running on its axis.

And today Raka is accompanying Indra to say Kabul ijab with Anggi. Yes, his father will marry the sweet girl who once cooked his favorite rawon.

The boy was in a precocious state. Realizing that life sometimes goes unheard of, Raka chooses to be grateful.

Papa and his mother were both happy with their choices. Raka realized, if togetherness does not bring happiness to both. Then he must also accept all of this with a chest.

In fact, separation actually paves the way for both of them to find new happiness. And for himself, he can feel.

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Dhira had been going back and forth from the bathroom. I don't know why he also felt pain in his waist. He also felt his stomach was not right.

She didn't attend her ex-husband's wedding because of something that hurt her. Not because of past grudges. But his condition is easily tired, making Abhimanyu not allow Dhira to go.

Given his wife was included in the category of pregnancy at risk, because of his age is already four-headed.

He was so tired even just to walk. " Mr Yun, make me some tea. I feel like my stomach is not good!"

Abhimanyu is currently accompanying Raka at Indra's wedding. The man had warned Yuni to accompany Dhira, and stoodby to listen if Dhira at any time needed his help.

" Mother Dhira why, haven't you had breakfast yet?" Yuni looked panicked. It was unusual for Dhira to complain like that.

Dhira shook his head "Had breakfast the same drink milk too, do not know ya mbak. Stomach when it feels like I want to give birth. But it's still next month's HPL!" Dhira rubbed his own painful waist.

Spontaneous speaking.

" For a second, Mom, when you make some warm tea!" Yuni immediately shot towards the kitchen. Not delaying to do his job.

Dhira feels the cramping that goes away every few minutes. The pressure in his lower abdomen was also painful. The pressure he felt pressed down on his pelvis.

" Okay, I'm like this. I'm going to give birth again, but it's 33 weeks!" he muttered as he reread his routine checkbook. Checking to make sure.

" Now, it's still next month!" he tried to neutralize himself when he saw HPL writing that clearly explained the time of birth that would still occur next month.

" This is Mom drink first!" Yuni came with a tray containing a cup of warm tea.

Dhira immediately gulped down the tea with that jasmine scent, in one gulp. Makes his throat feel relieved.

" What's her stomach feel like, Mom?" Yuni said while taking the empty glass from Dhira's hand.

Dhira certainly has experience, first when going to give birth to Raka he also felt something more painful than this. Unendurable contractions.

" This is how I feel like ngganjel that is mbak. But..I loh still next month estimated birth!" Dhira just kept on linking his eyebrows together.

" Raka's father is no more, no more!" start to attack anxiety. Afraid that this is a real contraction.

" We'll wait a minute, this is the pain of missing after drinking tea!" Dhira smiled as she felt the pain in her stomach gradually becoming less pronounced.

" Yes ma'am, don't-don't fake contractions. Sometimes you like it when you get old!" tukas Yuni shared the experience.

Dhira nodded in agreement as he continued to rub his large stomach.

They ended up spending time talking to each other. " I'm sorry Mom ....Ms. Dhira used to why only have.I mean why Mas Raka did not have a sister until she was big!" Yuni looked at the beautiful face of her master who was now slightly fat cheeks.

Yuni who knew Dhira was a good woman, certainly dared to ask that. After all, the chat was relevant to the state of the dhria complaining about its condition.

Dhira smiled "I used to install the mbak IUD, want it so Raka big used to be new program again. But..after release it was not in love again until..."

Yuni was downcast, she felt bad when she heard Dhira's reply which led to her divorce problem with Indra "I'm sorry Mom is not my intention..."

Dhira smiled again, this time wider "Gak papa mbak, I and Indra mas are both happy with the new one. Yes maybe my fortune used to be new Raka. And now...." Dhira stared at his large belly full of happiness.

Yuni smiled happily. " I am also happy Mom. A lot of people who get divorced become enemies. This...Bu Dhira as well as his papa mas Raka could even be a brother!" Tukas Yuni's.

For a moment Dhira laughed, everything that happened in his life was so heavy. At this time Indra must also have finished saying the sentence that was once also spoken for him.

They keep chatting. Yuni is a pretty fun person according to Dhira. However, at exactly eleven o'clock, Dhira again felt Pain in her waist. This time accompanied by a wedge in the call that increasingly torturous.

" Oh mbak, how does it feel like a contraction ya mbak!" Dhira grimaced with the pain in his stomach which was unusually painful. Makes Yuni also have an anxious face.

" Don't Mum..!" Yuni panic.

" So, I want the bathroom!"

" I'm taking Ma!" Yuni held onto Dhira's grimacing body. Obviously his employer was seen withstanding pain.

Yuni waited outside sprightly. While feeling expectantly anxious, the woman continued to wait.

" Mom!.. Aunt Yuni!!" Dhira shouted from inside the bathroom. Making Yuni directly put the ears carefully.

" Mom, Miss Dhira why?" yuni said in a panic from outside while sticking her body to the bathroom door.

" Mom, just come in here mbak me...!"

Without waiting anymore, Yuni immediately turned the bathroom handle belonging to Dhira He was shocked to see Dhira sitting in the toilet.

" Mom, why is this coming out now, Ma'am, this is I want the real thing mbak!" Dhira grimaced holding his increasingly turbulent stomach.

Yuni's face pias instantly when she saw the red, mucus-like patches on Dhira's CD. She had given birth too, but she was still overwhelmed with panic when she saw such a Dhira.

" A little while Mom!" Yuni in the fog, in that sudden time he was asked to be able to devise the right strategy for Dhira.

" Cab call me first, we go to the hospital now, it's get me my phone in bed!. I'll call my husband in a taxi!" Dhira could not stand it. With a face that presents a ringing, he said.

Mucus and fluid continue to seep from the birth canal. Making Dhira sure if his son will be born that day even though it is not yet time.

Yuni shakily grabbed Dhira's cell phone, then handed it to her master who was still sitting on the toilet grimacing.

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Dhira is now in a taxi, he has also contacted Septa's doctor. Luckily, Arya's doctor's fiancee is not handling other patients.

" I'm in Buk hospital, well mom please don't panic. If you feel the pain take a deep breath and then a deep breath yes Mom. We'll get ready soon!"

Doctor Septa replied in a calm tone. Making Dhira and Yuni feel the same suggestion.

" Mrs Dhira, let me call you. Just shut up!" Yuni really salutes Dhira. While feeling the incredible contractions, the woman was still able to call her taxi and obstetrician.

Dhira nodded in agreement while enduring the pain in his stomach.

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Abhimanyu

He is currently talking with his brother Raka, Mr. Joko.

Indra's marriage was also smooth. Although it feels strange to attend the wedding of his wife's husband, but all that he just brushed it off. He did it for Raka.

" Pa, I'm going there first. Come along It's meeting cousins. Papa and Kakung used to be a gap, right?" said Raka who suddenly came but only intended to say goodbye to him.

" Yes, continue. Papa's here with Kakung. Later if papa comes home, surely say goodbye to Raka first!" Abhimanyu gently rubbed Raka's head.

Now he is back in small talk with Mr. Joko.

" Thank you for thinking of my grandchildren as your own!" Mr. Joko said with a big smile.

" Must be Sir. Raka's a good boy, he's..."

His speech stopped because his phone kept vibrating. Make him want to not want to pause a warm conversation with the good guy.

Yuni Calling's..

" Yuni?" Abhimanyu frowned in wonder. What was the maid calling him.

" I'm sorry to pick up the phone first, sir?" Pamit Abhimanyu was polite to his wife's ex-in-law.

" Please.. Please!" replied Mr. Joko with a disinclined face.

Now, Abhimanyu pulled over in a rather loose place and away from the low boisterous voice of the guests.

" Yes Yun why?" He said a moment after sliding the green button, then brought it closer to his ear.

" Anu sir...Ms. Dhira seems to be giving birth!"

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