Wrong Khitbah
159. SK 2 : AND FINISHED ~
"What not?! "
"the birth!"
"astaghfirullah Yank's..! Where can it be. mmpph paints.."
"Astaghfirullah Al 'adzim" without a second thought Akhtar immediately carried Zahwa and took him to the car.
"Sholawat yank. sholawat yank. amalin everything Abi said "
" yes. Don't forget the bag is still in the room" Zahwa said on the sidelines breathing
After delivering Zahwa to the car, Akhtar again ran to take Zahwa's delivery bag to the room on the first floor. After that, he took the gas to the hospital.
Amidst the panic, Zahwa tried to adjust his breathing that began to narrow, One hand reached Akhtar's hand that held tightly to the steering wheel.
" Sick Mother." said Zahwa slightly moving her hips
"hold baby, we'll be there soon"
"but I can't stand it, Yank!!"
"patience yank! Sholawat keeps going my wife"
Ting! traffic lights change in red.
"Yes Rabb help us" whispered Akhtar.
There is no longer a rigid and cold Akhtar at this time, Akhtar who is now transformed like a husband with all his flaws.
"Yank! sicktt"
"hold baby! bite my hand "Akhtar gave his hand to vent the pain Zahwa felt, but Zahwa refused
" No, I'm sick, you don't . If I'm no one to take care of our kids if you're sick too. Bismillah baby I enjoyed the process. Whatever happens, you have to be passionate about raising our children"
"husst! Do not talk carelessly, we take care of our children together I believe God must give strength to you who are struggling to give birth to His beloved people"
"But promise to always be the Habibie I know even if you're without me someday"
deg!
" Sangg!!! sholawat continued well, no fuss. Not to precede destiny, all there is time.The lights are green soon we will arrive. The strong dear"
"enggghhhh.. huhh..hahh..huuhh" Zahwa felt his waist was broken and his chest felt tight. His eyes could barely be opened.
Ten minutes later, a shiny black car was parked right at the hospital door. The nurse from inside swiftly opened the door and brought the patient's gurney.
Akhtar took Zahwa and took him to the delivery room that had been specially prepared for him.
"Engghhhhhh"
The doctor quickly moved to take over doing his job. First the doctor checks Zahwa.
"Still the sixth opening, sir!"
"Yankk.. shhh!!"
"But if not born as soon as possible can be dangerous for the mother" the doctor's statement made Akhtar surprised
"La hawla quwata illa billah. So how's Doc? Do your best"
"The choice is only two. We'll have surgery as soon as possible to save the mother and child, or we'll still be waiting for the opening to be perfect for a normal delivery. However, our prediction will be very risky if your wife has a normal delivery to see her condition is very critical, especially your wife is about to give birth to one baby but twins"
Hearing the Doctor's explanation made Akhtar think hard. Long before this Zahwa had insisted on giving birth normally. But given the circumstances that did not seem to allow Akhtar could not bear, he also did not want something to happen to Zahwa.
"Yes Rabb" Akhtar rubbed his face. He looked at her because of Zahwa's call. After that he approached while removing the sweat on the face of the angel of the heart.
"Darling.You are a strong woman, you are my best woman. I beg you this time, follow my wish. The doctor said giving birth normally is very risky, I will always accompany you. But the only way is surgery. You're ready, right? Giving birth to our children by surgery?"
Zahwa shook his head weakly "I don't want to, as long as you are still beside me God willing I am strong. I still chose the normal lahiran"
"Yank. understand. It's for the good of all of us. I don't want anything to happen to you"
"Engga yank's. Ridhoi me to remain a normal lahiran. Bismillah I can, for the sake of our children I'm ready to do anything"
Akhtar let out a small sigh, he was unable to see Zahwa's face which was like a lot of pain but he still gave birth normally.
"Honey.normal childbirth or the operation remains the same. It hurts the same, the struggle. She will be a full mother. Want yah?"
"Yank.sttt!! I beg the latter, I want it to be normal" Zahwa broke up uncontested
With a heavy heart Akhtar was forced to fulfill Zahwa's wishes. Even from the bottom of his heart he was very worried about Zahwa's condition.
It's been an hour but the opening is still the same. Akhtar faithfully and patiently led Zahwa to do whatever the doctor told him to speed up his opening.
News of Zahwa's delivery has also been heard to Indonesia. The entire Zahwa family, both Akhtar, who were supposed to leave for Turkey in five days, are now trying to find the fastest flight to get there.
The whole family asked for a prayer of ease for Zahwa who was struggling to give birth to their offspring. All pesantren belonging to these two families perform prayer and sholawat movements together simultaneously.
"Ssttt...! Oh God.." Akhtar who was reading the verse in the Zahwa crown immediately pressed the emergency button.
Before long the doctor entered with several nurses who would help him. Akhtar who deg degan continued to pray so did Zahwa who looked calmer while he was risking his life.
The doctor told him to go, with all the energy he had Zahwa...
"Oeek..uk..." The sound of crying baby boys blaring throughout the room made the hearts of both of them beat unnaturally. Akhtar was suddenly nervous after seeing that his son had been born into the world.
The tears of both of them were unstoppable again, when the cry sounded.
"Allahu Akbar.." Akhtar hugged Zahwa and gave a kiss on his face
"Thank you, you're a great woman"
"Beloved together... Take care of our child." replied Zahwa who is getting weaker
Akhtar noticed his son being packed and cleaned by the nurse. Then refocus on Zahwa who will fight once again.
The doctor approached then spoke carefully to Akhtar "Mister, his condition is getting weaker. She has lost a lot of blood and the rest of her energy is not necessarily enough to give birth to your second child. This is what I was afraid of. Our estimate is the same as at the beginning only one will survive after this. The rest only God knows"
Akhtar returned. His eyes turned red and looked at Zahwa who seemed to have drooped helplessly. And his face was getting pale.
'I feel that fear too. Lord, do not make this our last encounter. The servant still wants to be with him. Give him strength to continue his struggle giving birth to the descendants of the inner Rabb' of Akhtar
"Sir, your son can already be called" said one nurse while pointing towards the baby boy who has been swaddled.
Akhtar stepped his foot towards his son, extending his hand carrying him into his arms. After that Akhtar approached the wife who was also staring at him.
Sitting beside his wife, Akhtar pitted the son with melodious and shahdu. The baby who was fussy wanted to be held in Umma. Now speechless to hear Abba's sweet voice touching the heart.
'Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar'
'Asyhadu Alla Ilaaha..Asyhadu Alla Ilaaha..'
'asyhadu anna muhammadu apostleullah.asyhadu anna muhammada apostle'
'hayya 'Ala sholaah. hayya 'Ala sholaah'
'hayya 'Ala falah. hayya 'Ala falah'
'Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar.. Laa Ilaaha illallaah'
All shed tears upon hearing the Adhan recited by Akhtar. His grateful heart sincerely pardoned the son who had been born by the great woman beside him.
After the baby boy business was over, Zahwa suddenly screamed as he felt like his lower stomach was bitten. Akhtar back deg-degan. He meets with the Doctor, before the Doctor takes Zahwa back.
"Miss, are you sure you can do it?"
"For the sake of my Son, Bismillah I will. Engghhh"
Akhtar nodded weakly, then clasped Zahwa's hand as firmly as possible, his lips pressed against the forehead covered in sweat.
"Bismillahirrahmaaniirahiim.. La hawla ~ . Allahumma sholli 'Ala~"
"Enggh... Huhh huuffft ENGGHHHHhh"
"Not yet, Miss, a little more come on"
With the remaining energy Zahwa gave his strongest push. But still failed, now he has been powerless. It's his strength.
"Darling.sayang... Wake up.honey.don't close your eyes baby..." Akhtar patted Zahwa's cheek which began to close his eyes.
"My wife. Hiks. wake up, baby.."
"My husband is no longer able, maybe this is my last effort, I leave it to God" Zahwa said with a breath of breath.
"Ghhhhh!!" Zahwa poked for the last time while screaming out loud.
The baby cries a second time.
"God..." After saying Zahwa closed his eyes and was unconscious
"Yes Rabb. My wife.hikss.hiks"
...'Thank you for sharing your world with me. Has knitted the rope of love with me, to give me two hearts that God willing to be our helper in the Hereafter. But, please endure, keep fighting once more. I hope our story doesn't get here' ...
...- Akhtar...
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Tomorrow ending yeay~
May I give advice name dong for a pair of twin Abba Akhtar and Umma Zahwa
Greetings dear 😸
