Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

159. Maternity

"Maybe they're in a hurry." Anggara did not want his wife to dissolve in sadness.

"Then I go home, Mama, Papa" he said, hugging Ayu, also peeping the back of David's hand.

"Yes dear, next time come here, Mama and Papa are lonely" said David sadly.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira could not talk much, of course, a David also Ayu knowing if his daughter's heart was sad.

In the car, all the way just silent, Zahira's sad face with a limp body leaning it makes Anggara know if Zahira grieves with the departure of Radit. He became confused what to do so that Zahira did not think too much about Radit, to be honest he did not like, did not want his wife to think about anyone but only Anggara.

"Darling, want to eat something?" Anggara saw in front there were many food vendors lined up neatly, he remembered if Zahira had ever asked for a hawker five feet.

"Hem?" Zahira turned to many food vendors, and one of them distracted her attention. "Green bean porridge" he said, not taking his eyes off the porridge cart.

"Well, we'll buy it." Anggara looked for a parking lot, then went down together to the porridge cart that his wife meant. A moment spent eating breakfast together on the roadside, making Zahira's mood improve again.

Two months since the departure of Radit, nothing has changed in the daily life of Zahira.Just there Anggara who always try to make it comfortable, also provide all the perfect happiness. Enjoying the day lovingly, passing each night with warmth. Somehow in the morning Zahira felt lazy to wake up and his whole body was heavy and painful.

"Darling! Is anyone sick?" Anggara saw Zahira's pretty face grimacing, with her body still leaning on the bed.

"Oh, just sore on the back" Zahira replied still motionless.

"We're going to the hospital sweetheart, the doctor said that you should give birth by Caesarean." Anggara stroked Zahira's unusually large stomach.

"I'd rather give birth to a normal Mas, when else can I feel it." replied Zahira subtly.

"I know, but our baby's got two, honey, I'm afraid you're out of steam. I want you to be healthy and well after they are born. They need your affection and most importantly, they need ASI. So you need to be healthy, I don't want to take any chances." Anggara stroked Zahira's cheek, convincing his wife to always be fine.

"But Mas!" protest with spoiled.

"No, I'm telling you again that I don't want to take any chances. I only have you, only you can love them wholeheartedly even if I'm the father." Anggara did not give Zahira a chance at the protests.

"Mas!"

"I don't want to lose you." Anggara hugged him tightly.

"I'm just giving birth, not being at war." Zahira pursed her lips amid Anggara's warm embrace and kiss.

"Whatever it is, to me you are precious." The deepest expression of Anggara's heart.

"All right." lirihnya, Zahira was given no choice.

"We're leaving." Anggara lifted Zahira's body, carrying her towards their car.

"Am I not heavy?" asked Zahira to see Anggara's face stiffen a little while holding her.

"It was a difficult sport." murmured Zahira still wrapped his hands around Anggara's shoulders.

"After nine months of fun sports, I deserve to pay for it by carrying my wife and children" Anggara said, of course, not just speech. the warm touch that always makes Zahira comfortable all the way to the hospital.

"Mas, I'm scared!" unceasingly grasping the hands of Anggara, more precisely grasping each other in affection.

"I'm with you, even we've been through more fear than this darling. We must fight once more to carry our children, you can, must be calm and remember if there is me who cannot live without you, nor will our children be able to live without their beautiful mother." a warm kiss is again anchored in Zahira's fine forehead.

"I'm so happy, I'm happy with you. We promised to raise them together" he said tearfully.

"certain. My wife should be excited for our children." Anggara persuaded, calmed him down.

"For my husband's sake too." replied Zahira staring lovingly, Zahira said making them stare at each other.

"Patients only, sir please wait outside." a nurse asked Anggara to come out.

The hands that are still clinging are really not willing to let go of each other. Anggara wanted to force along, not willing to leave his own wife struggling in a cold room.

"He'll be fine." Ayu's voice made Anggara take another breath. He was not focused, just breathing.

The process of surgery is hefty, an hour that has passed but Anggara's heart is still beating irregularly, excessive anxiety makes the man can not sit quietly. He stood up, walked here and there and sat down again, everyone who saw him would easily know if he was agitated. This time he sat with his handsome face covered, closed his eyes for a moment and prayed that God would save the three of them, Zahira and her two children. Not only once a bad shadow crosses the mind of Anggara, whether it's losing or even having to choose. Of course Anggara does not want to choose, but if it has to then Anggara will choose Zahira. Yep! Beloved zahira.

"Zahira's mother's family!"

The doctor's voice startled the daydream that increasingly did not know that direction, Anggara stood up immediately.

"Congratulations, you become a Father, your two sons are already born safely." The doctor reached out his hand to shake hands, but after a few seconds still got no reply from Anggara. The doctor looked in wonder.

"My wife?" anggara asked quietly but sounded worried.

Doctor Amelia smiled. "He's fine, just not conscious" he said understand, if the man in front of him is very worried about his wife.

The sound of crying baby was brought out by two nurses to be moved to the baby room. The moment Anggara never imagined would have two baby boys at once. His heart felt tight but not sad, but was filled with complete happiness. The man's tears fell without feeling rolling flowing at the corner of his lips.

"These are your sons Mr. Anggara." Doctor Amelia asked the two nurses to bring the red baby closer to her father.

"Yes, thank you very much" he said slowly, trembling a little with a lot of gratitude in his heart.

"I'll take my grandson's bath." Ayu walked closer to the two sisters, they entered the baby room leaving Anggara still fixated on disbelief, on the other hand he was happy, but he was still not calm with Zahira unconscious.

"Thank God, your gift is wonderful." repeatedly rubbed his slightly wet face with happy tears.