Unanimous

FINAL EPISODE OF (B)

The news of Wiya's pregnancy was heard by all members of the estuary. Everyone felt the happiness that Wiya felt. During pregnancy Wiya remained in their home. Every month he checks his body.

The more days his stomach gets bigger, but there are no strange things that he experienced during the cravings. Only occasionally want something fresh and have a sour taste. His diet is also as usual, there is no drama that is too attention-grabbing. Until now it has entered the 38th week of pregnancy.

Doctors have said that the results of Wiya's examination do not allow her to carry out a normal delivery. No problem for Wiya. He believes it is the best fate for him. Likewise with her husband, Zayn was even relieved because Wiya agreed to give birth with a sectio process.

Other than that he couldn't bear to watch his wife take her life on the action table. Another advantage is that there will be no stitches in the section and it will be as narrow as ever.

"Are you ready, baby?" Zayn gently rubbed his wife's sweaty forehead. Yes, of course Wiya was so nervous, considering this was his first experience.

"God willing, I don't think we should go inside,"

"Why baby? I will accompany you through everything. This is my son, I play an active role in presenting him here, I will also be responsible until the last blood point," said Zayn full of sincerity.

"Lebay you mas, it looks like the doctor didn't allow the mas,"

"Doctor who? I just got out of Anne's doctor's office and she let it go" Zayn said stubbornly.

All the family members were in the hospital, both from the Wiya family and the Zayn family. Except for Nikki, because the baby was too small to be taken to the hospital. So only Bian, her husband who came to help all the needs of her sister-in-law while there.

When Wiya was in front of the operating room, family members gave her spirit in turn. Especially Dad and Bang Ridwan.

"Strength the deck, strong!" bang Ridwan said while kissing his sister's forehead. Instantly he remembered the times accompanying the delivery of his wife.

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Wiya is already in the operating room. Zayn helps Wiya remove her hijab and replaces it with a dark green patient stamp. His clothes have been replaced. It was like he had just been put in the refrigerator. Yes, the operating room turned out to be very cold.

There were three specialists, one general practitioner and several nurses there. Dr. Anne herself led the operation. Dr. Anne invited all her team to pray before beginning their work.

It is not clear whether the feeling of what is in Wiya's heart at this time, impatiently waiting for a meeting with the long-awaited, the fear of having never been in this kind of room before, also worry about the worst possibility that will occur during the operation. Even though my beloved husband never stopped praying while holding his hand.

At first Zayn was afraid and unable to accompany Wiya, but he had promised never to leave his wife alone. He must accompany Wiya and put aside other feelings. Currently she can only continue to wet her tongue with prayer phrases while still holding tightly the hands of the woman who will soon officially become the mother of her children.

"We started yes ma'am" said the nurse guiding Wiya to sit for a while because Anastesi doctor will start giving injections.

The anesthetic began to be inserted through the spinal column. It quickly worked within Wiya's bloodstream and left part of her body numb. About the catheter that since last night Wiya felt was gone. The doctor tested the work of the drug by patting and asking Wiya to lift his leg.

"It doesn't feel doct," said Wiya.

"Okay, let's lie down again," the nurse again helps Wiya relax her body as comfortably as possible.

His hands stretched out, some tools began to be paired. Including the O2 hose in the nose, do not forget the nurses up and down the speed of oxygen according to Wiya comfort. A fairly wide cloth is hung as a dividing curtain between his view and the activity of the medical team on the lower body. But above there was a big lamp that was convex, everything the doctor did to his body can be seen up there even though it is not clear.

"Don't look baby, look at me!" Zayn turned his gaze to Wiya who was starting to rile.

Instantly, the sound of iron tools and aluminum containers collided, Zayn squinted his eyes because of the pain. The tools will soon be used to start splitting Wiya's uterus, yes splitting is not just a slurping or scraping that only makes a small wound.

Although the lower body is numb, the friction of the tools on Wiya's skin is still quite palpable. Dr. Anne did it very casually and with a heart.

Either to expel the tension in his patients, or indeed because they are accustomed to the work they do. The medical team in the room threw jokes at each other and the topic of conversation was like nothing had happened. But sure enough, Wiya did not feel that he was being split.

Although he was eager to snatch the topic that one of the nurses threw there. But his tongue was stiff, other than praying in his heart he could say nothing more. The sight of Zayn who never stopped praying strengthened him for a second, as if he had not heard their chatter.

Somehow at the minute, Wiya felt stifling, tight and did not know what else the crowd hit him. He had difficulty breathing even nearly failed to breathe, limp helplessly. A flash of memory of the events in the water burst into his head, there was something he wanted to take out of his mouth but I don't know what.

"Mother Wiya...Mother why? What's wrong mom?" a panicked nurse saw Wiya's floundering expression.

"Darling...Wiy, hey. Speak up, what's wrong with you?" Zayn was surprised to take off his grip and was so frantically clueless as to what to do. The incident caused attention to Wiya's condition.

"See.sak, I'm tight.a.I'm not strong, hiiiiiiiiiik," there was a sound of Wiya's breathing very heavy. One of the nurses was seen doing something on the buttons near the O2 tube, raising the pressure and re-adjusting it to Wiya's needs.

When the air managed to fall through his nose, Wiya even looks like he was holding something. The nurse swiftly took one plastic container and placed it beside Wiya's mouth. Instantly his entire stomach was spewed out right then and there. It turned out that Wiya felt like her intestines were being pressed from down there.

"Oh...this is because the mother had no instructions for fasting, right?" said Dr. Anne. "It's okay ma'am, the mother's body response is normal, really," he continued.

Zayn seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and re-flow the power through the grasp of his hand. If it is almost 45 minutes of running time since the first step of action.

Hooeeek.hoeeek...

Zayn stared while Wiya cried. The sound is like beautiful verses in the best song they have ever heard in the world.

Born into the world of a little angel who represents the meaning of the word Love. She has been a loved one since their first encounter today.

"Happy Father and Mother, your daughter has been born into the world healthy and perfect, she is very beautiful" said Dr. Rosaline, a child specialist who directly handles the baby girl.

Zayn stood beside the doctor Rosaline who was still holding her child, with a soft tone and tears that did not feel flowing through her cheeks she began to recite the iqomah in Indra hearing her baby.

Then the baby is immediately given Initiation of early breastfeeding. While the medical team sewed the uterus back up to the skin of Wiya's stomach.

Wiya could only cry and cry as she felt a touch of sacred skin over her chest. He dared to touch the baby with his hands.

As if he had learned a lesson while in the womb, the baby was swiftly looking for the source of his food while on the body of the mother.

Zayn rained down on Wiya with a kiss. On the forehead, on the hands, on the cheeks. The scenery that was before his eyes right now was far more beautiful than any part of the world he had ever visited.

"Congratulations dear, now at your feet there is heaven,"

"Mas, what's the name for our daughter? "

"Zeliya. Her name is Zeliya Haris!" zayn is proud.

"Assalamualaikum Zeliy, this is the mother and father who have long awaited your presence in the world. Welcome dear, may you grow up obedient, beautiful and dignified, that is our prayer" said Wiya.

***

Baby Zeliy was cleaned by a team of pediatricians and taken first to the observation room before being transferred to the inpatient room.

While Zayn accompanied Wiya who was first taken to the recovery room.

It was only an hour later that they were both taken to the treatment room that had been awaited by all family members.

Saru one of them introduced themselves as if they were in orientation. They began to guess the face of Baby Zeliy tends to be similar to who.

Oma Wulan, Grandma and Grandpa, Daddy Iwan, Mommy Mitty, Brother Vinyy, Aunt Vhieya and Uncle Bian. Aunty Nikki and Baby Billy wait for Zeliy to come home.

Zeliy fell asleep in his box as if he had gotten used to the noise from inside his womb. He occasionally popped out his tongue and blinked his eyes slowly.

At first glance, her facial lines are very similar to Zayn's, but a minimalist nose and a pair of dimples make Wiya's genes look dominant there.

One by one the family began to leave the hospital, only Zayn and Ria's mother were still there to accompany Wiya.

Zayn learns to carry Zeliy and a father's instincts just pop up when his wife can't move much post-surgery. Zayn himself who holds his daughter from the baby box if suddenly Zeliy crying for breast-feeding.

And the presence of a princess named Zeliya is the answer to their prayers to have offspring who continue to knit the good and make them a whole family and need each other.

The End's

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