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Marketing Behind the Scenes

"Assalamu'alaikum Nayya's midwife. Checking on the wife."

" Wa'alaikumussalam warrohmatullah, mas. Let's go in."

"This is my wife, ma'am !"

"Oh let's go to the check divan huh. I'll check later. I fill the biodata of pregnant women first." Mas Ahmad helped me lie down on the check divan, then he sat on the bench in front of the midwife with a number of questions.

" Breath carried relaxed, relax and do not strain.I will check the lower abdomen mbak Falya. Her name is great." While the midwife had closed the curtains at the checkpoint. Patient, calm and polite this midwife. Thought.

Somewhat nervous, but Yaqin Allah SWT is not wrong to give confidence in us. I began to follow my guidance lecturer's advice, already meniqah, the husband there is full responsibility.

Walimahan wants to be accompanied. It's time to change perceptions and views. Just a few more steps to becoming a mother. Must accept his presence, because it is a deposit and Allah SWT does not wrong to give trust to us.

The midwife pressed slightly in the lower belly button. It can not be in the USG, because the gestational age is not yet four weeks.

"Alhamdulillah has been given the trust of Allah SWT, Mbak Falya is already pregnant, this is the age of the fetus at the age of three weeks of pregnancy. To ensure pregnancy, tomorrow morning after waking up can be done check the first urine that comes out."

"Alhamdulillah yes, ma'am. Thanks in advance."

" I'll wait there yeah, we'll continue the conversation."

I smiled and adjusted my clothes. Mas Ahmad helped me down. And sit in the place before. Really husband on standby. Siyap Antar Jaga. The sentence I just memorized after entering this midwife's room.

"Tomorrow afternoon here again, mas. Bring the results of the test pack, then I will give vitamins to pregnant women. Next each month can check up-check up pregnancy control.

Glad, but the atmosphere still sometimes rises dramatically and steady down is still difficult. Because they have not dared to accept reality and hope.

Thank God you have arrived home. The happy news has been delivered to my mother. They are very happy and happy. The wait to immediately fondle the first grandchild of the first child granted Allah SWT.

My mother immediately prostrated gratitude as a form of gratitude both of him. God, my eyes are on this family.

After delivering the happy news, you waltzed into the room.

"Alhamdulillah dear ..."

"Hemmm." smiled thinly.

"Alhamdulillah was already given the same belief of God, should be more patient, do not be a little angry, will affect the growth and development of the baby in there. He's got temperamental nature, if anything says yes. Don't hold your own. Resist emotions and lots of istighfar."

"Between happy and not. My ego is raging here." As I reached for his right hand towards my heart.

"I understand what you're thinking. Don't ever assume I forbid you from working. Please. I will always be by your side."

"I mean how do I work ? My stomach will grow !"

"If you may advise. Stay in this position. Marketing behind the scenes. Without appearing in front of the screen, it can be. If the baby is born, I will move to the area. You can work, babysit, and our mothers take it there. How ?"

"Alhamdulillah yes mas. Thank you so much for the solution." I hugged him until I went there. Waking up when the tahajud alarm sounds.