WRONG MARRIAGE

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Arriving at the hospital, they went straight to the registration place and got a queue number three. That's the benefit of going to the hospital in the morning, they got a queue up ahead. Then they moved to the waiting chair of the poly content of Spog.

The first line has entered.

Zalfa sat in one of the waiting chairs. He waited patiently while stroking his stomach. That morning the condition of the hospital was very crowded, filled with people queuing with various diseases. The human clasp filled the waiting chair. Arkhan sighed looking at the density of the room.It was fortunate that the Ac there was cold enough that it did not make him angry. Arkhan is still standing.

“Come, sit!” Zalfa grabbed Arkhan's wrist and pulled him slowly.

Arkhan's body bent slightly following Zalfa's hand. His gaze circled the crowd around with an expression of stress. He seemed to be less fond of the frenzied situation around there. Starting from the busyness that goes back and forth, children cry and chase, mothers who cry for the condition of the womb, as well as many others.

“I wait outside only,” said Arkhan made Zalfa flabbergasted.

Zalfa's face turned disappointed. “If you want to wait outside, why have you been insistent on me coming here? You know, meningan do not need to bring me to the hospital, Mas Arkhan. With you driving me here and then going and waiting for me outside, you're just like the driver, not the husband.”

Arkhan pulled the corner of his lips hearing Zalfa's spoiled grunt in his ears. “Good.” Arkhan relented and turned around to sit down. Unfortunately, the seat on the side of Zalfa was first occupied by others, none other than women whose condition is not much different from Zalfa, the possibility of pregnancy has been nine months.

Arkhan's gaze surrounded around there, the seats were already full. Just a few minutes later he was standing there, a chair that had been empty, now suddenly filled with a sea of people. This is how the hospital since there is a free treatment program from the government, hospitals are flooded with people.

“Ya already, I just wait here.” Arkhan stood on the side of Zalfa.

The call for the second queue echoed. The atmosphere of the crowd around made Arkhan become like a confused person. The reason, the noise around the boisterous once, exceeded the market. Was he in the wrong hospital? So this is how he is, he should not have chosen the hospital. It wasn't Arkhan who chose the hospital, it was Zalfa. Because that is the only hospital nearby and in line with Arkhan's journey to the tabligh akbar event.

Arkhan lowered his head as he felt his hand being squeezed by Zalfa. The woman grimaced feeling something in her stomach.

Arkhan immediately squatted down to balance his gaze with Zalfa.

“What happened? You sick?” Arkhan asked looking at Zalfa's paled face.

“My stomach is either cramped or something. I don't know either.”

“I'll call the doctor,” Arkhan said with a panicked expression.

“Neventless. It doesn't take us long to wait in line, it's also our turn. Maybe this often happens to pregnant women.”

True what Zalfa said, the third queue got a call. Soon Arkhan grabbed Zalfa's body and guided the woman into the room. “Need to take?” Arkhan asked as Zalfa looked grimacingly holding onto his stomach.

“Neg. I can walk,” replied Zalfa.

The white-veiled female doctor smiled at the arrival of the patient.

Zalfa sat in the front seat of the doctor, Arkhan accompanying by his side. The doctor's assistant seemed busy cleaning the equipment with alcohol. The other assistant faithfully stood on the side of the bed.

“Good morning, Madam! What complaint?” Ask a friendly doctor.

“My stomach is like a cramp and the fetus in the womb moves very strongly,” replied Zalfa.

Then the doctor asked when the last HPHT and calculated the prediction of labor, the gestational age of Zalfa beru seven months, the possibility of labor about two months away. The doctor asked Zalfa to lie on the bed.

Arkhan stood on the side of the bed clutching Zalfa's fingers. He felt the fingers were very cold.

“Are you okay?” Arkhan asked with a deep look into Zalfa's eyes.

Zalfa smiled and nodded, although the pain in her stomach was overwhelming, but she forced her lips to smile.

The doctor conducts an examination, both USG and so forth.

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