
The tiny little hand whose fingers range from three centi meters to twitching, the legs which are also very small to twitching, the body is very tiny with a length of only twenty-eight centi. His mouth was round and he let out a cry, his eyes opened slightly, his hair had only grown slightly, he weighed two kilos of grams. She's so tiny. Beautiful, adorable. Although her body was very tiny due to being born prematurely, but her crying voice was very loud.
In just a few seconds the tiny body was exposed to the air, his palms and feet instantly turning blue. Soon the body was wrapped in cloth after cleaning, then taken outdoors to be put into an incubator.
On the other hand, Arkhan drove at high speed shortly after leaving a religious event as a qori. A thin smile expands on Arkhan's lips, reflected in the cute face of the baby he will carry. Her crying must have sounded loud, her eyes must have been cute, and her nose was adorable too. Arkhan can't wait to see the baby. And Zalfa... That woman is somehow in her present state. Arkhan also wanted to kiss his wife on the forehead, saying many things as a form of gratitude for allowing his son to grow and grow in his womb.
Arkhan felt a longing for Zalfa even though he had not met for a few hours. He remembered the last time he had met Zalfa, he remembered the last time his hand had slipped from Zalfa's grasp, he also remembered Zalfa's smile being tossed so sweetly that it had disappeared from sight.
“How are you doing now, Zalfa?” lirih Arkhan didn't know who to talk to. The car stopped at a red light. Arkhan sighed a few times while occasionally watching the lights, the seconds of walking felt very long. He was eager to meet his wife and son. This moment has been long awaited, how could he be able to wait even if only a few seconds.
“Zalfa..” The name was just unconscious.
“Icik icik... What it sounds like, Bang. Adudu.. Oh well duh cool..” The singing voice of a woman made Arkhan's gaze fixed to the side, right on the busker who shook the clatter in his hand to make a sound like music.
“Sawery dong, Bang!” she screamed at the woman while tapping on the car glass.
Arkhan lowered the car glass. Then handed over the hundred thousand he rolled.
“Still, Bull Bang! Uh, I've seen this brother who does a really good salary, right?” The girl pointed at Arkhan.
Arkhan only pulled the corner of his lips.
The woman unrolled the money and was surprised to see that the sheet was not just one sheet. He also started counting the bills. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Waaah. Thanks, bang.” The woman in the moustache was hysterical and prancing around in excitement. “Still a lot. May the more waged his fortune, may always be given health, may the Brother family also be given a long life and given abundant grace by the Almighty.”
Again, Arkhan could only faintly smile at the woman's reaction and then he closed the car window again.
The phone on his side rang, Arkhan saw the name of the caller. Zalpha.
“Darling, you called me. Are you healthy?” Arkhan spoke for himself. Then he grabbed the phone with a big smile and answered it. “Halo, darling!”
“Oh.” Already, Arkhan called with affection, it was not Zalfa who called him. “What's up, Mama? How's Zalfa doing? Is he healthy?” His feelings are different when he wants to meet with children and wives. It was the first time I was going to be a father.
“Arkhan, where are you now?” Maria asked back.
“I'm still on my way to the hospital. How is the condition of Zalfa and our baby?”
“Your baby is in the incubator.”
“Then Zalfa? Can I talk to him?”
“No, Arkhan. You hurry up here. Leave all your work. Whatever it is.”
“What is this, Mama?” Arkhan panicked at the sound of his much more frantic mother across the street. “What happened? Say, Mama!”
“Zalfa... Zalfa, Arkhan!”
“Zalfa why? Say!”
“Zalfa cannot be saved. Hu hu huuu Mary's crying sounded hysterical. Shortly afterwards Ismail's voice was heard saying what was on Mary's side. It was like they were talking about something serious. The phone was cut off by Arkhan.
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