The Bujang Lapuk
Baby Girl

"It hurts, Mom!" muttered Za while grimacing when she felt the contractions she felt again.

"Patience, yes." Fadhil rubbed Za's stomach slowly and occasionally kissed her on the forehead. Suppose she could, she wanted to take over the pain Za was feeling that was betting her life to give birth to their baby.

The hand clutched back as it felt the pain that again whack and intensify.

Aided by doctors and nurses, Za tried several times to push.

"I'm not strong" she said.

"You must be strong, Za,"

Za tried to push again. And back straining when the doctor says if the baby's head is already visible. As if getting an urge to look at him immediately, Za pushed once more.

" The baby's out" said the woman's doctor as Za was about to push once.

A moment later there was the sound of crying babies after being fished so they could cry. Za has no power to hold haru. So too with Fadhil.

The skin is still pale red cheeks and the lips are just as red. His hair is thick and straight. Still sticky because it hasn't been cleaned. Za stared at the tiny creature that was lying on his stomach over his body without a bulkhead. Skin meet skin. The tiny mouth was trying to find the source of life.

"Our son," muttered Za half softly.

Fadhil thinned his lips. There is a sense that can not be expressed when he saw the baby that had been residing in the stomach of his wife now looks real in front of him. Even having a baby from his own seed would only be his wish.

After almost an hour the baby was cleaned and Za had to undergo observation before being transferred to the nursery.

After Za's condition began to improve he was taken to the ward. There are only them and the newborn, before the arrival of those who will surely fight over the role of the long-awaited baby. They want to feel the beginning of the birth of their child without a large family.

"So soon, Mas has something for you" Fadhil said, leaving Za alone in the room with their baby.

Za smiled getting an award from Fadhil. She placed the bouquet on the nightstand and hugged her husband.

"Thank you for being patient all this time" she whispered.

"Don't cry, dong!" fadhil said when he saw the corner of Za's eyes had been wet.

"I didn't expect to be able to skip all the phases of being a mother" Za said as she rubbed her cheek. He stared at the calm-looking baby sleeping beside him. Beautiful, but the face of the father who dominates.

Knock the door followed by a group of people who entered the room. Everyone is moving towards the bed. The presence of a baby that has been waiting for years. Father, Mother, Aunt Sarah, Sapphira as if scrambling to be the first to hold. The baby was a henchman despite moving hands.

"Ompolin brother dong, Deck. Let the contagion," great-grandson Safirq when carrying the baby.

"What's the deal, Fir?" ask Za to respond.

"Transmision has a baby."

"Married first." Aunt Sarah's chimpanzee.

"Yes, Oma. Pray this year, yes." sahut Safira.

"Who's same? If anyone is serious tell me to go home," Fadhil also commented.

Safira only cengenesan responded to Fadhil's remarks. While holding the baby girl.

"Eh bentar's. Brother brought something," he said, then put the baby in a box. Safira took something from her bag. A bando was placed on the head of a newborn a few hours ago.

"Of, reed. A very handsome boy!" he said then kissed the baby so hot.