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Baby Arvind's

Sayup-sayup heard meandering the dawn prayer at Zahira's room. She woke up because she wanted to pee.

"Mas.. Adam, wake up." Zahira shook her husband's arm, which was sound asleep on the side of the bed.

Slowly Adam opened his eyes to collect his life first after which he straightened his body.

"Yes, honey, what's wrong?" Adam asked in a loud voice typical of waking up.

"I'm gonna pee." Zahira answered asking her husband for help to walk to the bathroom.

"Let's help you." Adam said that he helped Zahira to wake up from her sleep.

"Slow down the path." Adam said as his other hand held the infusion bottle while his right hand held Zahira's arm.

Zahira could not bear to empty her bladder, adam carefully helped him to keep the stitches from being exposed to water after which Zahira asked Adam to take something in the drawer because Zahira wanted to replace it with a new one.

"Nih Yank." Adam extended to Zahira.

"Thank you." Zahira said and opened it.

"Can you wear it yourself or need help?" Adam's Fresh.

"I don't have to be alone." Reply Zahira who is afraid later her husband will be nauseous if he sees it. But Adam insisted on helping himself.

Zahira looked at her husband even though he was a man, but Adam was not disgusted. Adam did it even though he was forbidden. Because for Adam, this was nothing like the struggle of Zahira who gave birth to her child into this world.

Adam again led Zahira to the bed. At that time, Zahira's mother also woke up from her sleep.

"Where were you from Nduk?" Ask the mother.

"From the bathroom I pee." Reply Zahira who sat leaning.

"Yank, I pray first." Adam Say.

"Yes, it's." Zahira replied while nodding.

Adam prays at Musholla Hospital. He also can not linger because the in-laws also have not performed dawn prayers because they do not bring the face of the house. Twenty minutes later Adam had returned to Zahira's room.

"Mom, Adam is done. You can pray now in Musholla." Said Adam.

Zahira's mother nodded.

"Emak stay first Nduk." He said as he stroked his daughter's arm.

After the mother's departure.

"Mas.I'd love to see our baby. I want to hold it." Zahira, who can't wait to see her son.

"Prophey, we'll wait for the doctor in a minute, the doctor will be here to check on you." Answer Adam who quite understood with the hardness of his wife.

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Adam's mother was so busy cooking in the kitchen because she had to deliver breakfast to her men.

"Mom.." Call Dad.

Mother also looked. "Yes Dad, what's wrong?" Ask Mom while frying the chicken.

"You want to help." Ask Dad for his wife's cooking to be finished quickly because later he also had to take his wife to the hospital to bring Adam's change of clothes.

"May-can, Daddy fried his chicken huh. I'm gonna mix some spices first." She replied, I am happy to have help from her husband.

Dad was a little afraid of frying the chicken because the oil suddenly exploded everywhere. This father is inversely proportional to Adam when it comes to cooking, Adam is so good at cooking because from teenagers Adam is used to cooking himself. You can only cook water.

"Ouch.." Dad complained so much about the splash of oil in his hand.

"Why Dad?" Ask Mom.

"This is Mom, the oil's pouring into Dad's hands." The answer.

"That's just a little Ma'am's splash." Father's words made Mother shake her head.

"After this fry what else?" Ask Dad.

"Know the same tempe Yah." Answer Mother.

Half an hour later, my cooking was done. Mother put rice and side dishes into the rantang.

"Well, take this food to Besan ya." Say Mother.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer me briefly.

Dad went to my dad's house on his motorbike.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Father.

The father who again swept in the grand room had to stop for a moment to see who had come.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Uh, Besan. What's up San?" Ask Father.

"This is San, delivering your breakfast. Adam's mom is done cooking so you don't have to buy it in the stall." Answer me while giving a loud to my Father.

"We're getting a little troublesome on San." Said Mr. sungkan.

Dad laughed a little. "Kayak a stranger just use to say troublesome everything." Said Dad.

Father also laughed. "If so let's have breakfast together." Invite Father.

"Can't San. Adam's mother doesn't have any friends if I eat here." Answer the father who refused.

"Oh yes, thank you very much San.." Say Father.

"Yes alike. Then I go home first." Pamit Daddy's.

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Zahira was so happy that she finally saw her son. Sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by Adam, they headed to the room where their son was being cared for. As soon as they entered the room, they approached the baby's name which read Miss Zahira in her incubator. Zahira could not hold back her tears as soon as she saw the tiny sleeping figure.

"Mama's Son. This is Mama Darling. You're so funny, son." Lirih Zahira held back so that the stuffing did not come out.

The baby born with 2.3 kg BB was seen a henchman when visited by both parents. He has also been given milked ASI. Although ASI Zahira still comes out a little but the Doctor recommends that you still give ASI to support the growth and health of the baby. Because ASI is rich in various benefits that cannot be in formula milk.

"Mas, she looks a lot like you from her nose, eyes and even her lips as well." Said Zahira who noticed the face of her son who was all dominated by her husband.

Adam smiled, it was true that their son's face was very similar to his, his wife was not in any way only pregnant.

"Yes, you're not jealous if our son looks more like Mas?" Adam asked who was crouching in front of Zahira.

Zahira laughed. "Why don't I try to be jealous. I'm glad our son looks more like you." Answer Zahira.

"Yank.. You're not curious about our son's name?" Ask Adam who has been thinking about the right name for their baby since last night.

"Who is Mas?" Zahira asked enthusiastically.

Although he has no plans to name the baby but if Adam has got it, it doesn't matter if it's better, Zahira thought.

"ARVIND ZAHAIR PRATAMA. How do you like it?" Ask Adam.

Zahira nodded happily. "Like it, I like it. Nice name, so we call it ARVIND." Zahira.

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What according to good readers is not the name of the baby Mas Adam and Zahira.

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