Always Loving U
Razia

“Mami what? Don't call Dirga, Mi. Today he has a full presentation schedule. Ouch mami..sick..” cried Kara who now lies on her hospital bed.

“Mami..” he cried again while crying.

“Iya-iya dear briefly.” Jesi was confused by herself. Before leaving for college, Dirga had sent a message if there was nothing to contact immediately but his daughter instead forbid it.

“Elus-elus, Mi. Kara's stomach hurts a lot! Mommy is an HP toy!”

“Yes, baby why are you so angry gini anyway. Just now Mami called Papi instead of Dirga, don't have to sulk it.” Said Jesi lying because just now he did contact Dirga once but his son-in-law did not answer, so he called Rama so as not to panic himself in the hospital. Before leaving for college there was no sign of his daughter going to give birth but in the middle of the journey suddenly his stomach hurt.

“Elus-elus, Mi. This hurts so much.”

“Iya darling. Patience well, mami used to want to menggahirin you are also like gini. Don't shout angry when your energy runs out. Just opening three, still to wait. Patient, berdo’a also.” Jesi said softly while stroking her daughter's stomach.

“But it hurts, Mi..”

Kara keeps changing her sleeping position, looking for comfort that can at least reduce the pain even though the effect has no effect at all. Rama, Ardi, Miya and even Sasa were already in that VIP room. The eleven-year-old girl from High School was still wearing a white ash uniform, without changing clothes she came with her mommy who was about to follow Kara to the hospital with her future grandchild's equipment.

“Kaleng, really sick yah?” with a wry face, Sasa approached Kara who only replied with a nod.

“Dede if you want to be born sat set sat set dong do not make Cans sick.” He said as he stroked Kara's stomach.

“Lo anything wants one set one set only, Cin. Sit down, eat. You just came home definitely not eaten.” Kara Saying.

“Pi... replace si dede want to be stroked papi nih like, very sick.” Since then the person in the room alternately stroked Kara's stomach from starting Jesi, Miya, Ardi and this time the target of the Papi.

“Pengen dielus papanya Kali Cans. Let Sasa call Dirga. Strange really his son wants brojol kok not yet nongol.” Gerrutu Sasa's.

“Micin, jang..a very sick.” Kara is back.

“Papi watch out! I think he does not want to be in elus papi, because papi used to like to wrath his papa.” Kara Saying.

Geez, Rama already wants to pinch his daughter's squash. At a time like this is still bringing up the past, even though he has been the victim of cravings for his future grandchildren, Dirga most often asked to make a speech to Rama.

“Sini mami who elus aja, she would want to be with mami because mami is the most supportive of your relationship first.” Jesi shifted her husband's position. “Tuh right... enjoy now?” he continued when Kara no longer grimaced in pain.

It has been two hours passed Jesi continued to be beside Kara, sometimes Kara grimaced in pain to cry, sometimes also behave normally along with the pain that disappeared arise alternately.

“His return is for aja.” In a hurry Dirga immediately ran after paying without waiting for change. The man went to the hospital on a ride because his car was stuck in traffic.

Brak! Dirga opened the door so hard that everyone in the room turned to him.

“Honey..” he said while panting because he walked half-run. While she was silent because she did not see Kara there, there was only a daughter Sasa's age who was accompanied by her mother. “Sorry, it looks like I got the wrong room.” He said and then left.

“Yes this VIP room six instead of nine.” Dirga rattled her own hair.

Moving a few rooms from the previous room, this time Dirga confirmed the room number first. He opened the door slowly.

“Sayang..” Dirga directly approached Kara, “tuh right my word also what was it? I don't want to be so scared like this. Sorry I just arrived. It hurts so much yah.” Dirga rubbed the sweat that soaked Kara's face, the woman simply nodded and moved Dirga's hand to her stomach.

“Iya, I elus-elus.” Dirga even kissed Kara repeatedly.

“Papa's son don't make mama sick well. Good boy if you want to be born not long ago well kasian mama already in pain.” Lirih.

Before long Kara felt the pain getting worse, Jesi also called the doctor to re-examine Kara's opening.

“It's perfect opening well. Looks like the dede is waiting for his father huh? Before his papa came to the opening long ago. We move to the delivery room now well mother.” The doctor said after checking.

“Mama doc, later I called her mom instead of mom.” In the midst of his illness, Kara still had time to protest.

“Iya-iya dear, later called mama.” Dirga replied because her doctor only smiled kindly.

In front of the delivery room six people paced back and forth there. From the start Rama, Jesi, Miya, and Ardi really hope to be anxious waiting for the birth of their first grandchild. The same is true of Sasa and Tama. The young man followed to the hospital as per Sasa's instructions, welcoming the prospective ponakan he said.

“Alhamdulillah darling, our son is born.” Dirga repeatedly kissed Kara's forehead and hugged her. Seeing the struggle Kara gave birth to her child really makes Dirga exhausted, if the pain can be divided, Dirga sincerely bear it rather than see Kara in pain alone.

“Sorry to make you in pain menggahirin my son.” Lirih.

Kara stared fixed eyes Dirga glazed, “our dear child.” Answer irent.

“Yes, our son. Thanks darling.” Dirga again kissed Kara's forehead.

“Mama keeps being kissed. This kid doesn't want to be kissed too?” ledek doctor approached the two while holding a small baby in his hand. “Happy well your son, handsome like his father.”

Now the whole family is standing around Kara's bed. The young woman was taken back to the treatment room. The tiny baby weighing 3.8 Kg and 51 Cm tall was a concern for everyone. Among all, Sasa was most enthusiastic and did not want to go far from his new pounding.

“Hai dede... this is ante Sasa who likes to snack. Inglet right?” said Sasa. “Yeah you're very nervous anyway.” Sasa touched the cheek of the dede slowly.

“Udah there gih sit do not touch-touch mulu, Sa. Dedenya want bobo it.” Dirga.

“Tickly spy, Kak Dirga.” grumbled Sasa while manyun, “he said he wanted bobo, can not be dipegaging mulu, that's not even in the carrier same brother.” Sasa Protests.

“I'm his father. Free dong.” Answer Dirga. Although still stiff but since the prosecution of his son, he always wanted to hug his baby.

“Strong satellites, tomorrow Sasa make the same Bang Tama. Well Bang we make a lot.” Sasa Saying.

“OK ready darling.” Reply Tama while ruining Sasa's hair.

“Canda papa Dirga. I glared at aja.” He continued while chuckling at Dirga who was looking at him sharply.

“Yang..” call Kara down, Dirga immediately turned her head and put her son next to Kara.

“Gemoy our son, Yang. What's his name, Yang? You are ready to name, right? As per our agreement, if your guy who gave you the name.” Kara Saying.

“Nothing if you want to give a name. You who are in pain, you are more entitled.” Answer Dirga.

“The father gave me the name. It's from you.”

“What kind of seed can?” connect Sasa.

“Please condition well it's lip.” Timpal Tama. “love chilli seeds. We just eat yuk, brother hungry from home college had not eaten.” Tama secured in the leak to the outside.

“Bentar, Bang. Sasa wants to know the name of the dede first. Dirga needed that advice, Sasa also already nyiapin name. Combination of the names of our favorite boy band, Tins.” Sasa Saying. “Muhammad Suga Alfarizqi e.” Further.

“No! Nope! It's good.” Reject Dirga.

“Papa's son his name is Graziano Argantara.” Said Dirga, “called him Ziano.” He continued while stroking his son's round cheek.

“Hei Ziano, son mama.” Kara Saying.

“Sasa, Sasa also wants to follow dong. Brother look out!” Sasa pushed Dirga away.

“Hei Razia, this is ante Sasa.” Call her anxious. “Dede Razia, Razia, Razia.

“Ziano, Sasa. Not Razia! You think my son PKL naughty what in Razia Razia.” Kara Protest.

“That's Graziano, Cans. So it's okay Sasa called Razia, it's still part of the name. Instead of Cans, call Sasa micin! It's far away.” The answer is not to lose.

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For vote equal prize dong make dede Razia😘😘