Baby In My Husband's Hugs

The Night of the Storm

The rain that fell was very heavy, even I could barely catch any sound other than the noise of the raindrops on the tile.

Tonight, at 11:20 am I and Liliana my son hugged each other under our blankets waiting for Mas Arsen to come home.

His promise, after four days of following his superiors flying out of the area, he would come back and bring us a cute teddy bear for our daughter, the doll that will accompany her play while we can't give her a baby sister yet.

Occasionally lightning causes a sparkling light, from behind the window glass, making the atmosphere more tense. Until the last-minute knock on the door, touched my hearing.

"Before a minute, Mama will see the man ahead" I whispered to my four-year-old daughter.

"Follow, Ma, Lil was scared" she said of her small name.

"You know, come on, let's see who's ahead."

The door leaf shifted, my husband standing in front of the door with his whole body already soaked, from the romance his face showed real worry and I also caught the look of fear from the twinkle of the eye.

"Come on, come on in, what are you hugging?" ask her who looks to hug something from behind a bundle of cloth that she hugged.

He looked hesitant but did not stop to step his feet into the house.

He handed me the bundle of cloth he was hugging while I hesitated to accept, and when I opened it, from inside there a tiny baby was fast asleep, although the lightning-brickness still bounced in the living room but the silhouette of the baby's face was very similar to my husband's. Her blushing cheeks, red lips and plump eyelashes momentarily made my heart fall in love but my consciousness returned to its place instantly.

I hugged her and took her to the sofa, opened the wet cloth that became her blanket and ran immediately to get Liliana's blanket to warm the little baby.

While doing all that, my logic raced, whether this baby was my husband's child or he had just found it on the street.

I wanted to ask but saw him who was silent with a pushy look on the floor of the house, making me hesitate.

"Change clothes first, Mas, I'll prepare food," he told me slowly as he looked up at me and looked at me with a look of pity.

He was inching for a bath while I went to the kitchen to warm up food for him. My daughter Liliana looks happy to have the baby.

"Mama's a sister to me? Hooray ... Papa bring sister ...," he exclaimed happily then lay down beside the tiny baby and kissed her cheek gently.

"Mama I'm happy, there's a baby ... Mama, you're happy, right?" ask her with a plain look and twinkle eyes full of happiness.

I was worried to answer yes, but if the baby was indeed an abandoned baby found on the streets, then I would be happy too.

*

My husband enjoyed his dinner in silence, and I accompanied him in silence. We faced each other like strangers who had just known each other, he glanced at me and continued to eat while I could no longer hold back my curiosity while squeezing my own fingers.

"Whose son is that?"

He looked up in surprise and then rolled his eyeballs in a confused gesture.

"Annu ... I ... Anu ...."

"Mas ... Where's that kid from?"

"I ... Found him on the road when he was coming home" he replied.

"What if this baby had parents, it would be dangerous to pick it up so soon, the police would be following us, Mas."

He was seen swallowing food forcefully and with all his might.

"Then what should I do?"

"Report my discovery to the police, after which we're free to adopt it?"

"Are there at the police station, the baby will be tested to identify who his parents are?"

"It should be, anyway, Mas. In the future the perpetrator of neglect and disposal is punished," I replied.

"Is there anything you're hiding?"

"Actually the baby was the son of a distant relative of mine who was pregnant out of wedlock, she gave birth alone and left it to me."

It's awkward!

"What?" I didn't believe it immediately.

"Yes," she replied, throwing her gaze at the baby who was now rolling on the sofa in Liliana's arms.

"What possible? She came to see Mas at the office last night and left him a baby?"

"I-iya, she was desperate, and wanted to cover up the disgrace of fearing being chased out by her family," she replied.

"But Mas ...." I'm still not satisfied with his words.

"Yasmin, believe me, help me, have mercy on the baby, he is innocent" he asked as he approached and took my hand.

"I'm afraid of being a big risk later on" I hesitated.

"God will not, '" he said.

**

Still with the same excitement, now that the little baby was writhing and started crying, Liliana called out that I should give her milk.

Seeing my confusion, Mas Arsen soon realized, if I don't have baby milk at home.

"I'm going to the store to buy milk but please hug the baby, yes" she asked with a hopeful face.

"Yes, Mum."

"I believe you," he continued.

It was as if the baby now in my cradle was his own child.

At first glance, it was like Mas Arsen, but my mind, ah, I don't know, the baby was crying softly in the arms, my soul was glaring with a little bit of sadness that I found difficult to understand, while Liliana looks happy and takes all her favorite toys to show the baby.

Whose child is this? Give me a hint that I won't upset God.

*

Mas arsen returned, looking rushed with breathless breath while I was still waiting for him in front of the living room.

"Where's my son?!" He looked scared and panicked but immediately touched his own lips and he immediately corrected his words.

"I mean our adopted son," he continued.

I was still stunned, and was only able to signal if the baby was in Liliana's room.

"In the crib" I replied.

"He don't sleep there, I'll take him to bed with me" she said as she passed on to take the baby.

"Oh yeah, I bought clothes please move them into the closet" she ordered, who was seen hugging the baby tightly and moving into our bedroom.

"What is it with her, even our biological children, that she doesn't have the possessiveness of wanting to be with Liliana, that the arrival of the baby will change everything? As I recall from earlier, since his return he hasn't hugged and kissed our daughter's head at all?"

"Whose son is that?"

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