Khadija
gifts on the most beautiful day

gifts on the most beautiful day

“Kha why Dipa?” Dumbness ran to them after hearing Boim screaming for help.

“You gave birth like her, please take her to the hospital.”

 Without ba bi bu Gentar immediately entered the steering chair of Kha's car, from the rearview in Dentar saw the look of Kha a little messy, the hijab that was not symmetrical was also partly wet side due to sweat. Kha's pale lips continued to hiss in pain.

Arriving at the hospital Kha was immediately taken to the observation room to be examined further, from the doorway of a woman with all blue clothes stopped the steps of Gentar and Dipa. “Sorry, the patient will be checked first so it can only be accompanied by one person, maybe her husband can encourage the patient?”

“Sa-I'm not her husband, Doc!” tukas Gentar's.

“Let me accompany,” sahut Dipa, “Mas, you just tell the parents of the same Blue, oh yes, Blue how?”

“There are still some things that need to be done, I told the others first.” replied Gentar passed from the door of the room that read the observation room.

Kha heard, Kha clearly heard Dipa throw a question at Gentar mentioning her husband's name. He did not know for sure but Kha began to worry, what about Blue? What does Dipa mean by the word how? He wanted to ask, but the more intense contractions dissolved his concentration.

In the observation room it turns out that not only Kha, some cots lined between the curtain dividers are fully filled or about 4 – 5 people are waiting to be followed up. Kha is fitted with a belt that is connected to an Electrocardiograph or CTG device to control the baby's heart rate and contraction.

“Ssttt sick, Dip, astagfirullah ...” Kha grimaced in pain, her hands clasping tightly to Dipa's palms.

“Patience resistant yes, Tea.”

That's all Dipa can say to Kha, it doesn't feel like seeing Kha continue to grimace, she said, I don't know what kind of pain people want to give birth even Kha who used to endure the pain alone now roared unable to bear.

Dipa stepped away from where she was sitting when two nurses came back to check on her, one of whom checked her condition from checking her body temperature to blood pressure, while the other sisters were somehow checking what, Dipa only saw Kha's legs lifted while saying “breath yes mother ....” The nurse reached out to the core and at the same time Kha hissed with her eyes closed.

“The patient is almost at the complete opening and will soon be in the transfer to the delivery room, has her husband come? Or will you accompany?” ask sister.

“sever, Sus, I check first.”

After saying goodbye to the sisters, Dipa moved out of the room and grabbed her phone to contact Gentar. But not yet connected to his call, netraya caught a horde of people running towards him, Dipa's eyes squealing for the sake of scanning one by one the people, the people, and he saw a man he hadn't seen in a long time. Blue, Kha's husband who has always looked neat with a distinctive hairstyle, and now he comes wearing a shirt that is overwritten with a black blazer.

“Blue Bang?”

“Pipe, Where's Kha? Now how's he doing? Have you given birth?” blue asked a question.

“Still in the observation room, but the cervical opening is complete and ready to undergo Kala 2.” replied Dipa while pointing to the room where Kha is.

“Ya we have just entered,” said Awan.

Not wanting to waste time, Blue went into the room that was pointed out by Dipa, and so it reached the room, he looked at one by one the blocking curtains that were scattered in front of him and ended up finding the wife in the sixth room. Kha had not realized his whereabouts were now approaching.

“You ready patient?” ask one of the sisters. Only then did Kha turn her head towards Blue when she heard the nurse ask.

 “Mas Blue?” greet Kha with a stinging voice.

“I am husband Khadijah, sus, and I will accompany him to the delivery room.”

After that Blue approached Kha who was already crying sobbing to see his presence. Blue instantly bowed hugging Kha in the bed.

“Sorry I'm late.”

Kha shook his head quickly, the pain of the effect of the contractions so fierce that it was instantly disguised by the feeling of happiness that was bursting. The man who a few months ago had to go to jail to save her, the man who a few months ago also refused to meet, was now in front of her eyes, right in his arms in those moments he needed the urge to gather strength.

“No, Mas, you are not at all late.”

“You can definitely, Mas accompany you, we welcome together the presence of our child yes,” said Blue and then kissed Kha's forehead. A moment of Blue held the kiss before going down to kiss Kha's nose and lips at a glance. While chanting prayer in the heart as a form of gratitude can return at the right time.

Because Kha is not placed in an all-in-one room, it is felt ready to give birth to Kha brought to the room that reads maternity room. In this room looks fresher than before, the bed with a half-sitting position with a layer of pink bed linen is also equipped with leg support on each side.

“Why was his leg removed, Doctor?” blue asked the doctor as soon as he saw Kha hissing getting firmer as both of her legs were placed on the support.

“To ease the process of straining during childbirth, Sir,” replied the Doctor with a meaningful smile, saying, as it has become commonplace for a doctor to face a patient's family companion who is still lay against the equipment in the delivery room.

“But the AC temperature is also very low, is it okay? My wife seems cold,” Blue continues with another question.

“The room for childbirth is deliberately installed in low temperatures, because cold temperatures help reduce the impact of infection, you do not have to worry about just being with his wife, praying, and encouraging yes, Mr.”

Blue grimacing featuring rows of clean white teeth realized the tone of the doctor's response began as cold as his room, he then turned to look back at his wife and clasped tightly Kha's hand, let the doctor prepare all the very foreign delivery equipment in his eyes.

“Hanna waladat maryama, wa maryama waladat lisaa, ukhruj ayyuhal mauluudu biqudrotil malikil ma’buudi.” faint Blue heard Kha muttering a prayer, e, from that he recalled having been given a piece of paper containing a prayer for the smooth delivery by Ummi Alsea when a few months ago visited the prisoner.

Blue grasped one hand of Kha and placed the other hand on Kha's stomach and read a prayer that he had painstakingly memorized since then, “Allahumma-hfadh waladhi dama fi bathni zaujati wa-shfihi antasy-shifa syifa’an syifauka syifauka’ la yughdiru saqaman. Allhumma shawwirhu fi bathni zaujati shuratan hasanatan wa tsabbit qalbahu imannan bika wa bi rasulika. Allhumma akhrijhu mim bathni zaujati waqta sahlan wa tasliman. Allhumma ______________________________________________________________liman ‘-milan. Allhumma thawwil ‘umrahu wa shahhih madaahu wa hassin khuluqahu wa afshah lisnahu wa ahsin shautahu li qiratil hadtsi wal qur’nil ‘adhm bi barakati Muhammadin shallalhu ‘alaihi wasallam. Walhamdulillahi Rabbil ‘lamn.”

“Mass!! Pain of God, not strong!” kha's voice choked, sweat flooded Kha's head which was still covered in hijab, a little mess because Kha lay agitated shaking her head to and fro.

“euughhh!!!”