After observing, doctor Wiwik asked Padmasari to sit on a pillow filled with sand and lean against the wall of the delivery room.
"This is it, ladies and gentlemen. Thank God there have been four openings. That's why the contractions are getting more frequent. Currently, Padmasari is ready to give birth. We pray together so that the birth process goes smoothly. Alhamdulillah, we were all given guidance, to carry out Maryam's birth. A birth that is immortalized in the Qur'an which we must believe in truth. Are you ready?"
"God willing, we are ready, doctor." Amurwa took Padmasari's hand and placed it on his chest and kissed it.
"Honey. We will fight together, pray together that the process will go smoothly." Padmasari nodded her head while hissing.
"Amen." Padmasari took a deep breath.
"Honey," Amurwa looked at Padmasari who was drenched in sweat. He stroked his wife's head and tried to give her strength.
"Calm down. Allah is with His patient servant."
