The Story Of Goddess Anjani
CHAPTER 28 The Patient Anjani

Anjani content has stepped on 9 months.

He began to feel his stomach was not okay.

It seems to be giving birth.

"Mas, Malik, I think I'm about to give birth," Anjani tries to wake her sleeping husband.

"What's wrong?" Malik opened his eyes.

"My stomach feels like it's about to give birth to a mas" Anjani grimaced with pain.

"Thank you?" Malik panicked what to do.

"Take me to the clinic, quickly can't stand it,"

"L-yes, I'm ready first" Malik got up and prepared to take his wife to the nearest clinic.

While getting ready he looked at the wall clock, 00.00WIB.

Whahuh? At midnight is this how the clinic still opens?

"Anjani,ayo mas take you to the clinic now, are you strong right in the motorbike bell?"

"insyaallah strong mas, be careful the way yes mas,"

"yes yes,"

They both rode motorcycles to a nearby clinic.

"Suster, help my wife give birth!" Malik screamed in panic seeing Anjani grimacing in pain.

One of the sisters came out carrying a wheelchair and pushed Anjani towards the delivery room.

"Sir, please wait outside, yes" the nurse ordered.

Malik just receded. He reached into his jacket pocket.

Trying to contact Sarah's sister.

"Assalamualaikum sis,"

"Waalaikumsalam, Malik what are the nights like this phone, tumben not usually," replied the brother.

"I'm now at the clinic, like Anjani is about to give birth" Malik and Sarah answered.

A few minutes later, the Malik family and Anjani's family arrived.

Malik who was standing at the door welcomed their arrival.

"Malik, how's Anjani?" Ask Mirna worried.

"Still in the ma'am, the nurse and the midwife are handling" Malik replied.

They were all waiting outside the delivery room.

It's been almost three hours, but there hasn't been a baby cry.

"O Allah, congratulations to the wife and son of the servant" Malik paced outside in prayer.

A few minutes later there was a baby cry and everyone was talking almost at the same time.

"Allah Allah, God," Malik bowed in thanks that his first son had been born.

A nurse came out and informed her that labor was going well.

"Alhamdulillah sir, ma'am, all congratulations,"

"My son, what boy is a sus woman?" Malik asked the sister.

"Female sir, if you want to visit, then we will move first to the patient room," replied the nurse and she went inside again.

In the patient room...

It was seen Anjani still limp drooping, after giving birth to her first child.

Malik who was beside her gently stroked his wife's hair.

"Mas, our son," Anjani said still lemes.

"Our daughter dear, she is beautiful like you," Malik replied with a smile.

"Iya Anjani, your daughter is healthy and beautiful like her mother" said Sarah.

They were all very happy with the birth of Anjani's first child.

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A few months later...

"Syifa, don't run, son!" Anjani is chasing her son.

Syifa Aulia, the son of Anjani who is now eighteen months old.

He is good at walking and running.

Anjani is no longer working in the store, she is already busy looking after her son.

In addition, she is pregnant with her second child who is three months old in the womb.

"Mas, please take care of Syifa for a moment, I want to wash clothes first" said Anjani.

"Where did he go?" Ask Malik.

"He was in front of me messing around with the next kid,"

Malik came out and saw if he was still there.

"Syifa, what are you doing?" Ask Malik to his son.

"Ba ba, ba ba," Syifa was still not good at speaking.

"Anjani, nih Syifa, bathe first yes,"

"Please bathe dong mas, I'm still washing unfinished clothes" replied Anjani in the bathroom.

"I can't, you're the one who bathed ya," Malik dropped his son off his sling in front of the bathroom door.

Anjani just resigned.

"Syifa, here the mother bathe first dear," called Anjani to her son.

Syifa approached her mother who was washing clothes and started playing with water.

After bathing his son, Anjani intends to give to Malik to help put on clothes.

Again Malik refused on the grounds that he could not.

Patiently Anjani dressed Syifa.

After that he will feed his son because he has not had breakfast.

Malik just sat and stayed in front of the tv while drinking coffee.

Now Malik goes to the store once a week sometimes twice.

Because there are workers there. So Malik felt more relaxed.

He does not care at all about Anjani's busyness.

For Malik, as a wife, it is the obligation to keep the house, children and serve the husband.

All of Anjani's homework was done by herself.

How tired Anjani is, taking care of a fifteen-month-old child plus she is three months pregnant.

But he must be patient and he must be strong to face his new life.

Malik who used to love and pamper Anjani is now changed.

In the past, when he had no children, Malik was very attentive to Anjani.

But now, Anjani felt her husband was so unconcerned.

What else can Anjani do besides being patient.

"Anjani, please help me eat, lapar, "Malik asked Anjani.

"It's already at the dinner table, take it yourself there," replied Anjani who was feeding her son.

"You're starting to argue now?" Chirps Malik cynical.

"Mas, I was feeding Syifa," Anjani replied in a sad tone of voice.

"Now you don't care about me, you think only of Syifa, Syifa," Malik grumbled up from his seat and went out.

"Mas, where are you going?" Ask Anjani.

"I'm going to the stall" Malik replied as he slammed the door.

Brak!!

Anjani was shocked, her husband changed.

Malik has turned out to be no longer as warm as it once was.

Anjani can only endure her grief and heartache.

I don't know why Malik got cold.

He goes wherever Anjani doesn't know.

"mom, ma'am, ma'am" Syifa tried to call Anjani's mother.

Anjani wiped her tears and hugged Syifa.

Only Syifa could be the cure for her heartache.

"Syifa, eat a lot of yes son, let later grow up and become a sholeha child" said Anjani.

"After eating, Syifa watched tv yes, mom wanted to continue washing clothes," Anjani told her son.

Anjani stood up and turned on the tv for her son.

He also began to wash his clothes.

The washing machine was broken, after two weeks, Anjani also told her husband but not in the gubris at all.

Forced to wash hands in the bathroom.

After washing he went to the backyard to dry clothes.

Drying her clothes was like seeing someone familiar to her.

He was trying to make sure that what he saw was wrong.

Who's the lady?

He was chatting with.....?

Whahuh?

That guy?

Who're they?

They look so friendly when they talk and sometimes they laugh a lot.

The deg!

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