Sadness and Loss

"Putri, honey? Look at me. Please, answer me, Putri..!" 

Irfan held the Putri's hand tightly.

Putri saw her husband's face in pain. It felt like her head was spinning fast. The cot was carried by two female nurses, pushing in haste.

"This is painful! I can't stand anymore, Irfan. It hurts..!" said Putri. 

Irfan continued to be beside his wife. Even though he had to speed up his steps because the nurses took his wife very quickly.

"Sorry, Sir. But, you have to wait here. Let us handle your wife," said one of the nurses who had brought Putri into the operating room and immediately closed the door tightly.

"Everything will be fine..! Everything, will be fine..!" Irfan murmured repeatedly and continued to pray in his heart.

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Morning – Before.

"Morning, my dear husband." Putri embraced Irfan's body with warmth. Even though he had to keep her distance from her growing belly.