3 Perfected Decades

Emperor's Birth

    That morning at about eight in the morning Rania went into the delivery room. Actually I forced my way inside, so I could accompany him. So that I can help give Rania strength and encouragement.

"Darling ... This hurts so much!" rancu Rania has since felt heartburn that was felt after the establishment broke.

"Come on Madam, take a breath, push …!" aba-aba from the obstetrician who has been handling Rania's pregnancy.

"Aaaahk …!" rania shouted while pushing to get our baby out.

"Come, Rania! a little more," I said as I returned the hand of Rania, who was holding my hand tightly.

"Aaaahk ...!" Rania pushed back, pushing her baby out.

"Ooooek .. ooooek!" the crying sound of the baby that had just been born by Rania, was so loud that it filled the delivery room.

"Congratulations, Mr. .. Madam. Your baby is a healthy boy" the doctor said, handing over our blood-stained baby.

      Our baby was suckling in Rania's chest. He's so small and funny.

"Look Baby! his face looks just like yours, handsome!" rania said with a happy smile when she saw the baby.

"Yes, he will be a handsome man like me" I replied while kissing Rania on the forehead.

"Thank you for perfecting my life, Rania," I continued with a happy smile.

"So, what's the name of this handsome baby of ours?" asked Rania while poking the cheek of the baby who was suckling it.

"Emperor" I replied gently.

"Good name," Rania replied with a smile towards me.

      After that the Emperor was bathed and danced with clean and neat. Cute and petite, so that makes an anxious look at it. Father and mother were waiting for us outside the delivery room where Rania had given birth.

"How are your wives and children, King?" ask me as soon as I go outside the room.

"They are safe and in good condition" I replied with tears of joy.

     Now I can immediately feel how perfect it is to be a husband, who can participate in fighting for the life and death of a wife while giving birth to her child. A feeling I never felt before. Even until Rania gave birth twice, I never knew her struggle in giving birth to my children.

      I carried the Emperor, who apparently felt very small in my hand. He woke up wanting to suckle his mother. I also intend to give the Emperor to Rania for his breast-feeding.

"Unfortunately Mother, why are you crying?" rania said when the Emperor was in his arms.

"It seems, she's thirsty or hungry" I said as I leaned against the side of Rania's bed.

"The baby, crying is not necessarily hungry or thirsty. You can also play with your parents. Maybe he wants to be carried by his father. The proof was that he was silent in your arms, wasn't it, darling?" rania said to me, and I just realized it. The Emperor was crying, but when I carried him he fell silent.

"It seems so," I replied while holding the small hand of the Emperor.

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     The age of the Emperor is now in six months, he can already be fed, for example baby porridge. I like it when I feed it. Every morning I babysit and feed the Emperor, while Rania is busy cooking or washing.

     Rania and I deliberately shared daily tasks. Before I left for work, I always took care of the Emperor. Things I never did in my life before. I don't want to miss these wonderful moments.

     Rania also quit her job as a teacher. He wants to focus on taking care of the Emperor and me. Of course, as her husband, I support her decision. However, the cohesiveness of husband and wife must be well established.

"Darling ... look the Emperor can already crawl!" rania shouted the first time the Emperor could crawl.

     I who was in the living room quickly ran towards the front of the house, where Rania and the Emperor were playing on the front porch. I saw the Emperor who was trying to move his hands and feet forward.

"Okay, Daddy's hero. I could crawl, nih," said I enthusiastically as I watched the Emperor look up at me and try to crawl despite several falls, but he excitedly repeated them over and over again. I cried out in tears as the Emperor was able to reach where I crouched to greet him.

"Great hero! whose child is this?" my words follow the words of Rania that are often thrown to the Emperor.

"His daughter, the King's father and Mother Rania," said Rania by mimicking the voice of a small child.

     I kissed Rania for being anxious about her behavior. I am so grateful for this life. There was not a single development from the Emperor that I passed through. Starting from he can lie on his own stomach, hold a milk bottle, stomach his way back, grow his teeth, when he can only lift his buttocks, and this time he can crawl. Knowing the development of my son that turned out to make me very happy.

    I will never miss again something that was considered worthless in my previous life, now all of it is very meaningful and makes me happy. 

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Five years later …

    Now the Emperor is five years old, and Rania is pregnant with our second child. I always remind him to drink pregnant women's milk and vitamins to maintain his body condition.

     I also hired one housekeeper to take care of all the housework, so Rania wasn't cut out. Rania can only focus on the baby she is carrying.

"Rania is drinking milk first" I said, giving a glass of pregnant women's milk.

"Thank you dear," Rania replied with a sweet smile towards me.

"What is the emperor learning?" ask the Emperor who was cool in drawing and coloring pictures on a piece of paper.

"There are assignments from kindergarten school. Mother teacher, asked me to draw all the family members in the house," replied the Emperor who was still cool to color the picture.

     I smiled when I saw the Emperor so solemn at his work. His eyes focused on the image on his paper, his lips slightly manyuning. Similar to Sultan if again concentration, his lips like manyu like that.

"So in school, the Emperor learned anything?" I asked while I was watching the Emperor.

"Learning to sing is like drawing" he answered, focusing on coloring it.

"Here are you drawing anyone?" I asked while pointing at the image that the Emperor made.

"This is Father, Mother, Grandpa, Grandmother, Opa Oma, Om Sultan, Aunt Queen, and Om Rendra" replied the Emperor, pointing to one image at a time.

     I laughed as I looked at the pictures of both my parents and my two in-laws. The emperor scribbled their faces to make it look like there was a frown on the forehead of his image. I didn't think the Emperor had any thoughts that the old man's skin was wrinkled, so the picture was drawn in love lines.

That's the day in my life right now. Even if it's only a few minutes, I try to interact with all my family.

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