Trapped in Love with Casanova

Prestigiousness

After the chaos that occurred at the wedding reception Arlan and Alya that took place some time ago that made panic many people including the invited guests, which was, both Maisya and Zifran were taken to the nearest hospital for treatment.

Maisya who continues to release water directly moved the maternity ward to conduct an examination of the baby. Although not a large hospital, but there the equipment is quite complete and adequate. The woman was lying on a gurney accompanied by her mother-in-law.

Don't ask where Zifran is at the moment because he's pacing in and out of the toilet. Not stomach pain due to diarrhea or eating wrong, according to Mama Sarah's explanation it is the effect of a sympathetic pregnancy that he experienced that makes Zifran more urinate.

"Sorry, can you open a little bit of both thighs?" ask the doctor who handled Maisya.

Maisya was shocked and embarrassed by what he had just heard. Because all this time saw the sensitive part only she and her husband. But this time...

"Open, Yes. No pa-pa, don't be afraid. Relaxed. The only ones who see you have are also women. It's a spit in the open," urged Mama Sarah.

"But, Ma, I'm ashamed," replied Maisya who seemed mediocre. There was no pain in his face.

"No pa-pa, baby. Trust me, Mama."

After being convinced by Mama Sarah, Maisya finally obeyed the words of the midwife. Resisting his embarrassment, and hesitating, slowly Maisya opened both of his thighs.

"Hold it, Ma'am. I'll check what openings are now." Maisya nodded without asking much more.

Doctor Ningsih carefully inserted her finger into the sensitive area of Maisya. Making his body Maisya flinch in surprise. Even without realizing the woman also sighed because of it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Mmp."

Maisya quickly clenched her mouth back. Shame, that's what he's feeling right now.

Mama Sarah and Doctor Ningsih laughed then and there. They didn't expect it to be like this. The labor room which is usually thrilling now actually sounded boisterous by the voices of the two different women of the profession.

"Don't sigh, Ma'am. I think I am a-apain. I'm still normal, Ma'am," the seductive Doctor Ningsih half held back a laugh.

"It's been an opening six yes, Ma'am. According to my estimates about two or two hours away from opening a full new one. But depending on the intensity of the pain experienced yes. The more often the pain, the faster the opening of the birth canal," explains Dr. Ningsih.

"But I don't get sick of anything, Doc."

"It's exactly what hurts that my son, Doc." Mama Sarah chimed in on her daughter-in-law's remarks.

"Is she?" the doctor asked him to tie his eyebrows together.

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The sound of agonizing moans rang out from Maisya's delivery room. Apparently the woman started having contractions at the opening eight about half an hour ago. As she felt intense pain, Mama Sarah left Maisya to look for Zifran's whereabouts because Maisya requested that the man be next to her when she gave birth later.

Seeing his wife grimacing with pain, Zifran's heart could not bear to see it. Enough of him to feel the pain, Maisya do not. However, because it is a woman nature, inevitably Maisya also felt it. Which made her understand the pain that had been felt by her husband since.

Gently, Zifran rubbed Maisya's stomach. Occasionally whisper words to his prospective children who will soon be present in their midst.

"Hi, Papa's son. Don't be naughty, baby. If you want to go out, come out without having to make your mother hurt like this. You're a good boy. Papa's son" said Zifran, got no response.

"Sister, sick." Sometimes Maisya took a breath to relieve the feeling, but what he felt even more pain.

"If so, is it an operation? Brother can't bear to see you like gini. If I may choose, let me be the one who is sick, Shay." The man wiped his tears.

Even if he is a man, if he sees his loved ones hurt, any man will be like him.

"I don't want surgery, brother. I want a normal hand."

Of course Maisya did not want to because of the many risks he would bear afterwards. Doctors advised her to give birth normally.

"Sorry brother, huh? After this, my sister does not want to produce a lot of babies. Enough is enough that hurt Papa and his mother" Zifran said.

Doctor Ningsih who was waiting for Maisya to enter the last opening seconds Maisya could only hold back his laughter when he heard the man's complaint about him who did not want to add more booing after this.

A unique couple. That's what's on Doctor Ningsih's mind now.

Shortly afterward, the contractions that Maisya felt increasingly routine and intense made his body that was originally lying to the left change position. And so on that was done until the groans of pain could no longer bear Maisy. His hand also squeezed the finger of Zifran who continued to hold his hand to channel the pain he felt.

"Dok, it hurts a lot," whined Maisya with sweat drenching her face.

"Wait, I'll check first, ma'am." Doctor Ningsih instantly got up from the sofa, taking a position under Maisya. She was also accompanied by a nurse beside her.

"The opening is full. Maisya Maisya better get ready? Calm the mind, Ma'am. relax and do not think about the no-no yes," explained Dr. Ningsih.

Maisya nodded accompanied by Isak crying to endure the pain.

"Please listen to my interruptions? Now we start yes Ma'am," he added again.

"Now breathe...." Maisya took a deep breath. "Take it out slowly." Maisya did it over and over again. "Now take a breath, on the count of three if I say push, Mommy has to push huh?" Maisya nodded in understanding Doctor Ningsih's words.

Maisya regained her breathing. In a matter of three he began to push as hard as his strength.

One breath did not work.

"Once again, ma'am."

"Enggh...!!! Hosh.."

Everyone outside was so worried because they had been waiting for two hours, but had not yet gotten any signs of the sound of the baby crying.

They seemed to be pacing back and forth to allay their worries.

Meanwhile, in the room, Doctor Ningsih again encouraged Maisya

"Come, spirit boy!"

Maisya dropped her head on Zifran's breastplate with her eyes closed. I don't think he's strong enough to do it anymore.

"Sister believe you must be strong, Shay. Again for the sake of our son. Show her that her mother is strong. Hem's? Beloved spirit. Muach!"

After listening to Zifran's words, Maisya rose to fight again for a life that he had to live. And a brief kiss from the husband becomes an encouragement for him.

"Come, Ma'am keep going. That's good, Ma'am. Let's keep pushing."

It seemed like this time Doctor Ningsih was working even harder as she cheered Maisya up when a wish came into sight. The baby's head kept going out of its way along with the encouragement of the mother.

Maisya pulled, clawed Zifran's hand and tore off the expensive shirt worn by her husband to channel the pain that was so intensely painful when the sensitive part was forcefully torn.

Simultaneously, the cry of the baby broke all the anxiety and tension in the room.

Oekk...

Maisya cried when she heard the cry of her little angel for the first time. Likewise with Zifran, the man was no less important to hear the cry of he who for a month tortured him both physically and mentally.

Cup

Cup

Cup

Cup

"Thank you, baby. Thanks though. Thank you for fighting for him. And thank you for bringing him among us."

"Together!" answer Maisya lirih.

Shortly, Doctor Ningsih gave the baby to Maisya to give her first breast milk after giving birth.

"Congratulations, sir, on the birth of his son. The baby is healthy and complete without any shortage.

Maisya and Zifran nodded simultaneously.

"Thank you very much, Doc," said Zifran, who was smiling back by Doctor Ningsih.

After the departure of Doctor Ningsih, Zifran again showered Maisya's face with kisses repeatedly to express his happiness and gratitude to the wife who wanted to fight until this far.

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After giving birth, Maisya was moved to the recovery room with the tiny baby boy.

Everyone seems to be gathering there. There are Mama Sarah, Alya, Andin and also Casanova along with their respective partners who are loyal to wait for the birth process of the new successor of the Ocean family, until the early morning.

A happiness bolt was seen from their faces as the tiny baby cried loudly from thirst or, perhaps even the tiny baby was dizzy with all the questions and useless rants that were thrown for him.

And not infrequently also one of the jail hands of them always pinched the baby's cheeks without guilt.

"Have you got a name for your son, Fran?"

The middle-aged woman looked happy because for the first time she held the granddaughter with pride.

Occasionally his hand brushed off the hands of jail Arlan who continued to menoel-noel chubby cheeks son Maisya and Zifran.

"Udah. Even from far away, Maisya and I have prepared it. Is that a darling?"

Maisya smiled.

"Will you give me the name of my handsome grandson?" ask Papa Arya.

"His name is Zefano" Maisya replied.

"More precisely Zevano Alanta Samudera," said the husband.

"Wahhhh. Same with the baby. Hay baby Zevano! I know Aunty Alya's name." Alya pinched the golden cheek of baby Zevano. Turn towards the husband. "Sister, I want to be this way."

Andin and the others felt ambiguous by Alya's words just now. Everyone set their eyes on the newlyweds.

"Yes, we'll come home from here. In part because he was also our first night so delayed" said Arlan who looks mediocre.

"Hahaha!!!" all their laughter broke with what Arlan said. It seems that the man was a little frustrated because their first night had to be spent in this hospital.

Even Maisya who had earlier refrained from making a sound ended up laughing at the man who was the husband of his best friend.

"May I hold my granddaughter, Mrs Sarah?"

Suddenly Papa Bram wants to hold baby Zevano. Although tucked away in fear, but because of curiosity and happiness Papa Bram wanted to brave himself.

This is where the happiness of Maisya and Zifran began. From the presence of baby Zevano makes their small family complete and perfect.

His presence was welcomed by everyone. And their best prayer strands go out for the baby Zevano who slaps so comfortably with the joking sounds and laughter around

Zifran kissed the head of Maisya so gently accompanied by a circle of clear crystals that fell in the matan fertilizer. He did not expect that time would change so quickly. Change the state of appearance. May this happiness remain with family and loved ones.

"Thank you for being the queen in my sister's life. You and Fano will be the only reason you will survive and anything you will do for both of you.

"Either. And thank you also for entrusting me to be the mother of my children. And thank you for bringing Fano into our little family.

Cup.

Maisya kissed Zifran's lips as they were busy with their little son.

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