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Finally, Uncle El returns home (Andra El Barack)

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Kartika still tried to contact many times, Andra.

The number you are going to is out of reach...

"Where's the kid? Why can't it be connected?" kartika's murmur is getting riled up.

He rushed to get his own phone in the room.

Because there are some of his son's friends' numbers.

"Well, I'll just call him.." The monologue.

Tuuttg...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nak Puspa,"

"(......)"

"Sorry, Son. Are you with Andra?"

"(........)"

"God!"

"Umma, don't know yet because, Andra hasn't told Umma, son,"

"(......)"

"Ah, yes. Alright."

"Sorry, Umma can't go there. Maybe, just go to her house,"

"(......)"

"Guard, salam."

Kartika, looks shrinking tears.

" Why, Um?"

"Why, cry?"

"Oh, how is this? The new baby was just diem, uh now Umma." asked Maulana confused, because after calling instead crying.

"Miko, Mau...,"

"Abang, it turns out to be coming along, burying Miko," explained Kartika, while holding her sob.

"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roji'un." said Maulana.

"Abang lost a member of his team, Um?" asked Maulana with a sad face. Which only answered a weak nod by the Umma.

"Why, how does it go like that, Um?"

" Why, Uda Miko did that ridiculous thing?" Maulana asked quietly, while occasionally fondling Najwa.

"Eitherway. Because we can't weigh someone's heart and mind."

"Preferably, avoid guessing, as well as speculating excessively."

"Because, it will only add to the burden, from the family that is left behind." explained Kartika, silencing the comments that were about to come out of the mouth of the unyu teenager.

Two hours passed, the little girl returned fussy. Formula milk only comes in a little, it also uses a spoon.

Because Najwa completely rejected the dot.

Meanwhile, Andra had contacted the umma, and promised to go home soon after the funeral was over.

Because it has to go back and forth between the hospital to the funeral home which is a good distance. From the funeral home to the funeral.

Now, Andra is speeding after the cemetery to his house. Because of the long distance, make the time taken quite long. Although the two-wheeled vehicle is only a Vespa, but the antique vehicle is still good for fighting asphalt on the streets.

His heart and mind were now, fixed on one point. Namely, adorable little baby with pink blushing cheeks.

After, Maulana sent vidio as Najwa cried and would not suck milk in her bottle. As well as photos showing Najwa's temperature scale on the thermometer. The baby has a fever.

Andra approached three mothers of different ages.

All he knew was that they were next door and in front of his house.

"What's up, Miss Asti? andra asked the short-spirited mothers with hair on the original splinter, but it appeared that the jewelry decorated his neck, ears, fingers and arms.

" This is it, Son Andra. We heard the sound of a crying baby in the morning. Is there a baby in your house?" asked the mother while holding the gate of the house which was only as high as the chest of an adult.

"I'm sorry, mom, if you're distracted. Indeed in our house there is a baby girl," explained Andra with a thin smile.

"Why does he cry? And, who's the baby?" ask the younger mother of Asti, but she wears an instant veil and cotton pajamas.

"For that, I can not answer it, let me just explain later umma, please understand," replied Andra politely.

"Yes, as if we were, you were a widow. So yes, if we want to know,"

"We wonder, how is it that in a widow's house there is the sound of a baby? In any case, today many women have babies without husbands." feline mother of the third, a middle-aged woman with a face of judges. One of the gossip icons in the complex area here.

"Of course, umma I'm not the woman I meant to be. Umma I, is a woman who understands religion and is good at maintaining her honor as a Muslim woman."

"I'm sorry, I have to go in because umma is waiting. Excuse me." Andra passed after lowering her head slightly as a sign of respect.

He immediately entered the house and rushed upstairs. Because Najwa's crying voice came from the second floor.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" when he saw the three of them on the balcony of his room.

"Waalaikum salam.." said the mother and child who had been seen having trouble taking care of one baby who had not been there for a month.

" For a moment, you need to change clothes. Em, maybe an instant shower, because the abis from the funeral is dirty, afraid that someone is laughing too" he added.

"Cepet yes, Bang. Wait in the lower room." Then Kartika and Maulana went down. Najwa was still whining with her deafening cries.

"Oh Allah, neng botoh. Aren't you tired of crying?"

"Umma was so confused about this," sighed Kartika.

"Yes, what deck are you tired of? It was a hoarse voice, "beo Maulana, while stroking the head of the slightly blond baby.

However, Najwa's cries grew. Kartika can only dhikr while kissing the baby girl, did not feel her tears dripping. She knew something was happening to the mother of the baby in her arms. But he doesn't know what it is.

Shortly after, Andra came down from upstairs.

" She said in Umma's room?" he asked as he approached the three people who were in the living room.

"He was even more shocked, just as Umma brought in the room," replied Kartika then handed over Najwa to move from his carrier. Andra took over the baby, with great care. Because he had never had a baby, Najwa continued to thrash.

"Honey, this is uncle Andra's home,"

"Don't cry anymore huh..," said Andra while cradling the baby with a reddened face with fever and continued to cry it.

"The body's a real anget Um?"

"Are we taking medication?" ask Andra worried.

"That's because Najwa's lacking milk, Bang,"

"Eat him, he has a fever" Kartika explained while paying attention to his second interaction. Because he noticed since being carried by Andra, Najwa's cries gradually slow, and now only his sobs remain.

"You, get Najwa's milk, quick! Here...!"

Maulana immediately grabbed the cup filled with milk on top of the tivi bouquet, then handed it to the umma.

"Bang, try carrying it while sitting, let Umm feed him milk," said Kartika.

Then, Andra slowly sat down on the sofa. And Kartika began to feed Najwa, with formula using a small spoon.

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