The Second Wife

Part 115Don't Panic

His lips smiled slanted when he remembered earlier, when he finished shopping and the mother handed him a card that he said belonged to the son of the father.

"Dad," he murmured while stroking his stomach. "Hopefully he'll know that you're happy with this woman, son. The woman who will be a mother and father for you" he continued, laughing softly.

"You know, Al. I always hoped that later on when you met him, you would also bring a friend for him. So you can let me be with my son without being distracted by time."

Not unwilling if he had to let his son with the father. It's just that, in reality there his heart will clearly miss, and to come together obviously will not be able to.

That is why she always prayed that the friend also immediately got the gift of being pregnant. So that he is happier again.

"Give this mother a prayer, O Allah," she said, rubbing her palms against her face.

So many months he waited for this moment, waiting to buy equipment to welcome labor. Although later do not know what it looks like, the new mother-to-be is clearly very impatient for the next two months.

Now he is sitting on a mattress with a small shirt with a material that is super soft, his lips are still smiling when imagining the figure of a little angel who fell asleep soundly using the clothes he chose.

In fact, he asked the baby who was in his stomach. "Darling, you like 'wasn't mom's choice the same?" ask her on a distended stomach.

"You're good, it means you like it. Thanks, Son. Be a friend of mother's life, yes" he said again.

Until the pregnant woman fell asleep there, hugging her child's little shirt. Inside the room is a soothing, cloudy blue feel. Dive into a dream of meeting happy, with the child.

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Until the moment when time is getting faster. Now that Yasmine's content has entered the 38th week, her stomach is very distended and her favorite mother has been there from yesterday.

In fact, Yasmine wants her mother to come tomorrow week, but her name is a parent, obviously not going to bear, is not. Letting her pregnant child alone. Especially with a status like Yasmine.

Two weeks ago, Yasmine was no longer teaching naji. Yes, after that time he was always teaching naji at the village musala next door. But not for long, just one hour and it was noon time, not afternoon like before.

Understandably, from his house to mushala can be said quite far. Especially if you are walking pregnant women like Yasmine.

"Mom, have you called?" yasmine asked the mother who was struggling in the kitchen to make herself food.

"Already," answered the mother without looking at the child. "Why?" ask mommy back.

"No, I'm afraid I won't eat if I don't tell you to." Yasmine said as she approached the mother who was now rolling eggs, sausages and mayonnaise with lumpia skin.

"In the meantime, Yas" said the mother, who made the child clueless.

"I mean ma'am?"

"Assalamu'alaikum!" the sound from outside made Yasmine and Mbak Fifi who were in the kitchen look at each other.

"That's it, dad," said the mother.

Yasmine widened her eyelids and smiled happily, she replied as she walked quickly to greet her father.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, Dad!" yasmine shouted as she passed.

Meanwhile in front of the house the father grimaced to see his son walking quickly. "Oh Allah, why are you running away?" tanyanya fear.

Yasmine just laughed. "Your grandson's father misses" he said, hugging the old man's body.

Ilyas' father hugged his daughter's body, in his old kiss the princess's head. Until I felt her tears drip. Seeing her daughter with a big belly living alone, and seeing her so happy that she found her coming.

Ah, if only this wasn't the wish of his son. He will be very disappointed in the man who has divorced his favorite child. But baby, this is the path the child wants. So, he can only accompany the desire of the child to be happy even without the figure of a husband.

The father and son sat on the living room couch. "How is this granddaughter of grandfather, already willing to come out yet?" ask Ilyas' father on the princess' big belly.

"It's Grandpa, I've been to see you" Yasmine replied.

Ilyas' father smiled, "later, if you want to go out do not make mother hurt, son, let mother strong. Don't stay on the road for long, if you've been going out, just go out, yes. Don't make Grandpa's equally granny worry, ok."

Yasmine shed tears as her father rubbed his large belly while looking down. But the woman's lips smiled. He knew why his father was coming now. His father was obviously as worried as a mother who would not be able to if it came at a short time.

Even so until the mother always accompanied him at any time from waking up to sleeping with him. Even by teaching njai, his mother must accompany him.

'Ah, mother ... father .. dear you, ' inner Yasmine.

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Until the night fell, when he was asleep suddenly he felt stomach pain like this morning.

Yes, this morning he also had time to feel heartburn, but because the doctor said if not too often not to worry, so he did not think too much. However, at this moment, the taste was deeply felt and after it stopped the sense re-emerged.

The woman sat in silence, she turned to look at the mother who was fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb his beloved mother, finally he just felt the pain by silence and say Istighfar. After all, he was afraid it was only a moment and later no longer felt.

He was also not too anxious, and was trying to relax. Because that's what he knows the doctor said. To where the taste is present again and again. The face that had been relaxed was now not so relaxed. His forehead crinkled with the pain he felt.

In the swab of that big belly, "Honey .. have you been impatient to meet mom?" tanyakanya.

"Yes." mom woke up and sat down. "Why you?" ask mother. "Yes Allaah, you're pale, is it heartburn?" taya mom streak.

Yasmine smiled, "yes ma'am, her heartburn is already. But I'm afraid that this is just a false contraction, ' said the doctor-"

"O Allah, I'm sure you can't wake up." Mother then moved and took her hijab as well as the hijab of the child. Put it straight to Yasmine.

"Mother don't panic" Yasmine said as she confirmed her hijab.

"No! I'm gonna call you, Dad" said mom.

"Well!" call him from the room. Mom went out of the room and called out to her husband. Until the first came not father but mbak Fifi. Then, after that father came in a hurry, running from the guest room below.

"What's up, Mom?" ask dad.

"Yasmine!" said mom cut off. His hand pointed towards the room where Yasmine was.