Will Never Let You Go
Thrilling

If asked what is more thrilling than proposing to a girl and marrying her, leading a big meeting for the first time, as well as presenting in front of important clients? Then Darma will answer, "In company of his wife give birth."

Yes, this morning was not as usual after Darma came out of the walk in closet he found his wife lying on the bed. Usually Ara is very agile to prepare this and remind him to have lunch on time.

"You sick, Babe?" ask Darma while concluding his tie.

"No. It doesn't taste good."

"Peals?"

"Yes, that's it" said Ara, who had now turned around to see her husband.

Darma was staring at his laptop which since the man was literate had indeed been turned on. His sturdy fingers danced on the keyboard, before it was turned off and put in the briefcase.

"What time are you coming home, Mom?" asked Ara restlessly.

"Sore kayaking usually," he answered with a view already fixed on his wife. Darma stepped closer, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "The first one is pegel?"

"here." Ara pointed at her hips. "Usually when brought to bed healed, but this ...." He deliberately hung his sentence. Let her husband conclude for himself.

"Do not give birth. To the hospital, huh?"

Just a constant Ara shook her head. "No. Later aja. The pain is still as usual. Fear of false contractions."

Mangosteen darma. However, he could not hide the anxious look from his face. "Breakfast first, huh? I take it downstairs keep bringing it here."

"Yes, but not for long."

Fix it! Darma did not wrongly suspect that his wife would give birth. Seeing the look on her face, she was also sure that Ara already had a feeling there considering the instinct of a woman was strong. But, let it be, Darma remembers the doctor's message that they don't need to panic because maybe this is just the beginning.

The man returned to the room with a tray filled with food. There are sandwiches, toast, oatmeal, chopped apples, avocado juice, hot chocolate, and a cup of coffee that Darma immediately took once he put the tray.

"Why so much?"

"Let you choose. I change clothes first, yes," Darma said without putting back his coffee. The man walked into the closet and came out in a collared T-shirt.

"You're not going to the office, are you?" Finally Ara can ask the question after not having time because her husband first disappeared.

"No. Just in case," he replied as he opened the briefcase. Darma took her laptop, then sat leaning on the bed with Ara still lying next to her.

The woman just bled her lips. His forehead was worried as well as scared. Is she really going to give birth today?

Minutes by minutes passed. The room with the king size bed was so quiet. Only the typing sound from Darma's laptop filled up before finally the hiss from Ara's mouth sounded slowly.

Darma kontan. "Babe, sick?"

Ara took a deep breath. "Yes, earlier. But now it's not."

Darma silently observed. A few minutes later, his wife again sighed softly. "To the hospital, huh?"

"Later on."

"Why give birth here?"

"Don't make it. It's still a sore—" Ara closed her eyes when the pain came back and it felt a little stronger than before.

"Do you want to call Mom? Did I ask Mama?"

Darma leads Ara to the toilet. In fact, it was forced to come in which was directly opposed by his wife.

According to the book that Ara read and also the explanation of the doctor last week, the first characteristic of people will give birth is to remove spots. Ara tried to check her underwear and her breath was restrained for a moment seeing that the stain was there. It is true now is the time. Ara felt bad.

"Ra! How's it?"

With a slightly pale face, Ara then opened the bathroom door. "Maas ...."

"Yes? Going to the hospital now?"

"I'm scared, Mom. Gini is sick enough." Ara grabbed her husband's hand, intending to hold it. But the man hugged her first.

"I'm temenin. Don't be afraid, yeah. Yuk, to the hospital. I told Bi Marni that you might give birth today so she makes porridge so you can easily eat it with Mr. Surip too I told you to prepare the car."

Ara nodded softly.

And here comes Darma now. In the delivery room accompanied his wife who was feeling contractions. Seeing and hearing how Ara complained, whimpering, to shed tears as the wave of love came while there was nothing she could do but clasping her hands, rubbing the dripping sweat, and give the spirit to make Darma really not bear. So unreliable, the man was even only yes when Ara cursed him.

"It hurts, Mom." I don't know how many times Ara said that.

"Patience, yes, dear." Believe me, Darma is even more anxious than Ara. Ruwet's mind. More complicated than thinking about solutions how to keep the company's profit continues to increase every month. Darma is afraid of his wife for giving birth to their child, their child.

"For you!"

"Yes, sorry. I shouldn't have gini, Ra."

"Why guys can be so good!" ara was upset.

Darma exhaled a long breath. Don't know what to answer. If only he could, he also would not matter if Ara shared that pain with him.

"You're ugly, Mum!" This kind of mockery Ara used to lay down when her contract was lost, and a moment later she would tighten her grip on her husband's hand.

"Yes. What matters is that his wife is beautiful."

Ara wanted to talk again, but was unable to because of the pain that had just come. He bit his lower lip while taking a deep breath and as soon as the pain disappeared Ara felt something flowing down his leg.

"Mas, wet!" said Ara. He was not even given a chance to say a longer sentence because the pain was back.

Darma immediately pressed the button to call the doctor. His face was very panicked to see his wife constantly groaning, without any pause like that.

Doctor Ervan comes along with some people that Darma doesn't know what his duties are.

"Later if I ask for a push, Mom pushes, yes," said the doctor.

Ara turned to Darma. "Don't stay with me. I'm afraid, Mom," she said with tears in her eyes.

"That's not gonna happen. You may forget, but I told you that I will not leave you unless you choose to leave. But, in reality you also still chose me even after all these years we did not meet. Not related. I really love you, My Wife." Darma kissed his wife's forehead at a glance. "Strong, yes, honey. You certainly can," he continued with a line of smiles that could not be denied if there were concerns there.

"I don't want any more children."

Darma. "Some time I've thanked you, really. You can see it, that's the most important."

And after that according to Doctor Ervan's instructions, Ara strained. Several times until finally the cry of a baby was heard. Those who had just become parents could not stem happy tears when the doctor lifted the baby girl who was still covered in blood with the umbilical cord that had not been cut.

...-SEASON 1 IS END-...