Sagaras
Part 117's

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Mommy who received an extraordinary threat like this from Sagara immediately rounded her eyes, although not a great-granddaughter but this one he is much more enthusiastic because there are descendants of Lions that flow in the blood of baby Sagara.

"Don't mess or instalment your horse Mommy will double!" threaten back The good-natured ex-actor.

"What's wrong, the origin of the two Thousand steps," he replied with a laugh because it could be imagined as soon as possible what the big Madam Pradipta looked like at this time.

"Sorry, Sir. Young miss is waiting for you in the delivery room," said a nurse with a strange look at the husband of the patient who was about to give birth giggling.

"God!! I forgot, because of the horses, right!"

Not wanting to be amuked by his wife, Sagara ran to the delivery room where Aisyah is now, he who has been flooded with sweat does not know how else.

"Well, baby?" Saga continued to kiss Aisyah's forehead and back, although not in response. She knew if she was enjoying the moments she would be a mother.

"No strong," said Lirih Aisyah, who was always feeling the heartburn more and more parallel as in the beginning that sometimes there and then lost, and so on.

"Strong, Honey. Don't say rich, who am I?" whining Sagara who has now joined in crying, not like a husband alert he is just like a frightened boy.

Aisha was indeed the only place she came home in all conditions and circumstances. Never in Sagara's heart will there be time he lived in his wife, his world will certainly be much more destroyed than the Papa.

"Have you called Mom?'" asked Aisyah whose voice was getting slower even her eyes were closed and instead of answering Sagara instead screamed hysterically while pleading with Aisyah to open her eyes.

He was scared, really scared because the shadow of Mama's death was spinning in his brain again.

The woman, the heart in their house did go in the arms of her son and husband.

"Relax, Sir. Miss is okay." the nurse who panicked immediately approached to calm Sagara but not at all because not only the life of his wife, but there is the fruit of their sweat love as well.

Chequelek

Mommy walked into the delivery room without greeting her granddaughter, she focused on Aisyah who looked limp.

"How many openings?" ask Mommy to the team of doctors who were there after doing the checker again.

"Eight, Madam."

Mommy who understands Sagara's feelings immediately hugged his grandson to be much calmer because Mommt believes the trauma of the man is coming back to haunt him.

"Aish is fine, you don't worry. Pray and encourage him yes, dear," said Mommy who answered the nod of the head by Sagara.

"Outside is Daddy and your papa, want to go there or stay here with your wife?" ask the woman who must be strong Deni Sagara, Aisyah and also her great-grandchild candidate.

"Here you go, Mom."

Aisyah who screamed because she was not strong anymore liked to really make her husband was very weak, she could only hold his wife's hand while continuing to pray and plead for Aish to be strong.

"Come, Honey. You can, you are great and you are strong. I'm here for you soon so we are, yes" whispered Sagara even in the middle of sobs.

Aisyah just nodded slowly, she still responded to what her husband said even though he remained focused on the direction of the doctor, even though it has been learned that reality is never the same as the theory that was taught.

And...

The sound of baby crying broke quite jarring in the delivery room. All gave thanks for nothing less to the next heir in the Pradipta's lineage.

"How many were born?" ask Sagara.

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Two, Sir. Women and men

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Welcome to Baby SyahRaa MauRahardian Pradipta.

welcome to baby AgaSyah ZeeRahardian Pradipta.

ShahRaa : aisYAHsagaRA

AgaStyah : sAGAaiYAH