Aerospace

Chapter 72 - A small attention

Dirga POVs

After four months of pregnancy, Camila and I held a pregnancy event. We deliberately held an event at the mother's house in accordance with the approval of the mother's family and Mother. By inviting close relatives, my close friends and Mila are also neighbors.

The show went well as we expected. Even the success of the event also did not escape the role of some family members. Especially Ken and Danisha. They both help a lot in taking care of everything. Even with Kenzo they are still able to handle everything well.

In addition, I am also very happy because Bumi and his wife and children are also present. It's just that Danu who can't go home because he hit his study schedule.

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I saw Mila who was having trouble removing her gamis zipper which was indeed on the back. Without a word I approached her and stood behind her body. Mila looked at me through her shoulder. The event was over an hour ago.

I slowly opened the zipper to the waistline. I also lowered the arm over the shoulder until it was separated from both arms. The game fell under Mila's feet.

I hugged his waist from behind. Mila's stomach is starting to bulge. Both of my palms were stuck on his stomach. But I can't feel anything yet. The word doctor fetal movement can begin to be felt at the age of about six months of pregnancy.

" dear.." I kissed her bare shoulder.

" i'm tired of om. I want to lie down." he said.

Without a word I raised his body, carried him and lowered him slowly on the bed with great care.

" i'll get you a change of clothes" I said later. Pull the blanket and cover Mila's body.

I walked towards the closet, opened it and picked up the negligee Mila used to wear. Lately, my wife likes to wear a thin nightgown without arms. The reason for that was because he always felt angry. The ac room is always on.

" get up for a minute, baby. Put on her shirt first." I said while helping her get up.

I painstakingly put the shirt on Mila's increasingly dense body.

" o. e.." call her.

" what's up? Wanna eat? Or I'll get you something." I asked. And Mila shook her head.

I sat down on the edge of the bed looking at him questioningly.

" why is dirga so good to me."

I chuckled at her question.

" should yes I answer." I said.

" this dirga always patiently faced me. I'm spoiled and I like to be troublesome."

My index finger was already on her lips.

" why talk like that. Honey, listen. You and him are my responsibility "I put my palm on his stomach.

Suddenly Mila was already glazed. Even now I hug me tight.

Since pregnancy I think Mila is getting sensitive feelings, always carried away. Although his spoiled attitude became more and more but I never felt burdened. Instead I feel happy whenever Mila troubles me. That's the sign Mila still needs me.

All his behavior that sometimes makes no sense, although honestly pisses me off but only temporarily. The rest I will always want to serve.

Mila is special to me. Not to mention our baby candidate who is in his womb at this time. Makes me more excited about life. More work spirit until I got a lot of projects. Maybe the windfall of baby. I also exercise more to make life healthier. If I am healthy then I will always be able to take care of my wife's children and the rest of my family.

After his improved heart released his embrace of his body. I wiped the tears that fell on her cheek.

" why crying." I asked.

" i'm just moved. Have a husband as good as Om Dirga. Who always looks at me and loves me."

I smiled at her words.

" I love you."

" I love you too."

Our lips have met. Express each other's love and affection. I love my wife without expecting anything. And hopefully Mila has the same feelings as me. Sincerely love although our age distance is quite far.

I never even questioned him who kept calling me om. For me it was a call unfortunately for me. No need I feel old with the name om which is always thrown from Mila's mouth. Because the truth is so. My age is getting older, ah feeling old really will be.

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A few days passed. And ever since Mila's pregnancy grew, and the overcrowding of outside activities, I've asked Mr. Mardi to look after Mila and escort her wherever she goes. Mr. Mardi in addition to being a personal driver can also be regarded as a bodyguard Mila. I had entrusted Mila to her because of my limitations that could not take care of my wife completely.

One full day I have to work and sometimes at night I still have to be at the club. I haven't dj in a long time. To the club just control or just check what I have to know and the employees need. Daffi that I could always rely on now no longer exists in Surabaya. Daffi moved to Jakarta to help his brother-in-law take care of the company. So now I have to manage the club myself even though sometimes Kak Bumi helps. Just a little but lighten my load. Since marrying again, the nature of the mother Earth has also changed much better. And it's not like it used to be that is indifferent to family. Now this brother Bumi and his wife's children will often visit us in Surabaya. Sometimes a few days stay before they return home to Bali.

And it didn't escape my mother's attention. Aye right.... Mom seems happier now. And because of her happiness, my mother never got sick. Never stress and his life is more colorful with the presence of his sons-in-law. Who else if not Camila my wife and Alisha her new wife sister Earth. And now the more mature Danu never again make a mess. He also moved on from my wife. The last news I heard, Danu had a romantic relationship with Nathalie. Yes Nathalie Camila's half-brother. I heard the story directly from Danu's mouth and a little story from Camila. Although in the end the two of them could not last long at least Danu was not expecting Camila's love anymore.

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When we got home it was almost midnight. Eleven hours over fifteen minutes. I had to go to a club because I was hired for a birthday party. So I have to monitor the course of the event lest there be any commotion. And fortunately the party went smoothly without any obstacles or riots. Until I can go home in peace.

Entering the room, Camila falls asleep on the bed. Some books are also scattered laptops that have not been turned off. Maybe he just fell asleep. Sometimes I feel sorry for her. While doing thesis tasks with his two-bodied condition. What an incredible struggle. That's why I love him so much. Because his struggle and sacrifice for us is not worth what I have given him all this time.

I tidied up her books and put them on the study table. I slowly took the laptop. Keep all his work before I turn it off and keep it on the table. I fixed his sleeping position and interrupted his body that looked tired.

I rubbed his head before landing a kiss on his forehead.

" good night." I whispered in front of his face.