Babysit Wife Candidate

Baby Handler

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The baby opened his little mouth little by little. So, the milk entered through his tiny throat until, filled his empty stomach.

"Alhamdulillah, it's also 150cc!" kartika girang.

"Alhamdulillah!" exclaimed his two handsome sons in unison.

"Bang, try to put him on your chest,"

"So, Najwa burps," Kartika's edict, which spontaneously makes Andra's forehead crimped three lines.

"Abang, horror ah. What if he's upset?"

"It's still soft gini his bones," Andra refused subtly.

"So, try it first, come on!" saran Kartika, with patience he directed his son.

Andra patted Najwa's back slowly, and....

Aakkc..

The baby also let out his belching sound, until it suddenly made the three people who had been troubled because of it, smiling with relief and full of gratitude.

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Najwa continued to cling to Andra, his savior on that fateful night.

Where the men of his daddy's best friend, hold them both.

Najwa and the mommy are taken to an abandoned building in the middle of the city forest, where the forest is an artificial forest used for filming or camping.

However, because of the vast place, whoever goes in there will be difficult to find a way out. Because of its location in the middle of it, making the screams of Ameera even the sound of gunfire could not be heard by the surrounding residents. Due to their great distance, it was also blocked by the highway.

Najwa's tiny body, slipping under the armpits of the eastern-faced teenager. This baby doesn't want to be separated at all.

In fact, he did not want to be put on the bed. To the extent that Kartika made a swing from the jarit cloth tied on the door frame of her room.

But, the little baby still cried because he woke up from his sleep. It seems, Najwa has found his most comfortable place.

Maulana held her laugh, when she saw the frustrated face of her brother. How not, to go to the bath was difficult. In the other car does not want, because automatically the baby will definitely scream aka crying alias.

"Umma..," finally the whimper came out of the mouth of the handsome teenager. Andra was almost crying because it was almost as if Najwa was still sleeping soundly in his carrier.

While it was left only the noble prayer, the baby was raging incessantly, until his voice was hoarse.

(Come, Najwa? why did you torture your helper angel😌)

"How else, you've been like that."

"To the extent that Umma did not bathe all day, where his ashes again out of the city," Kartika tells the story of his experience to his two sons.

"The baby will be like that when it's in the taste, either by his heart or his body,"

" Maybe, when put down, he will feel abandoned. Another case if in a sling, then he will feel safe and secure."

"The problem, I.e.," Andra did not continue his words because there was another voice that had come out from behind his body.

"Abang, um!" pekik Maulana and Kartika in unison while covering their noses.

"I've been nahan since," said Andra with a clear face.

Seeing Andra's expression so tormented, the shock made Kartika and Maulana laugh.

"You are so happy to see that I am tormented" Andra complained again while holding something back, as seen from the reddened expression of her face. In fact, it looks like sweat grains have flowed through his temple.

"You may whisper his Najwa, who knows if he will stay this time," Kartika suggested, holding his two dark cheeks, as he continued to laugh at the suffering of his first son.

Not wanting to wait anymore, Abdra immediately did what the umma suggested.

"Honey, Uncle stay a while don't cry yes...,"

"You're safe, here, we'll all take care of you. Yes, beautiful," whispered Andra beside the little ears of the little baby who was sleeping fast.

Then, he sprinkled a warm kiss on Najwa's round cheek, and placed it slowly on the sofa.

Suddenly, it made Mau and Kartika hold their laughter by silencing their mouths using sofa pillows.

(Blessed over suffering yes, you are)

"Um, why did Najwa get so sticky?" tanya Mau, after her rut is over.

"Somehow, maybe a mate," replied Kartika origin while waltzing into the kitchen.

Mau, just scratching the head does not itch in response to the answer of his origin umma that. The 14-year-old then looked fixedly at the finally calm baby as well.

"You must be a very beautiful girl later, Najwa.

May God bring you back to your family.

However, before that happens, let us take care of and bestow affection for you." inward Mau, then smile with sweetness.

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Kartika, who was in the kitchen, was seen opening the refrigerator. Then take a bottle of ice water and pour it into a glass. He gulped it down slowly soaking his choked throat.

Hoping for the emotions in his chest to cool down and the heat that burned his brain to turn cold.

He remembered Andra's words this afternoon in the living room.

Why do neighbors who have known him for so long, get so ugly thinking about him. In fact, they said the possibility of such a bad thing to his first son.

What should he do now?

In a moment, surely the head of the neighborhood shaman will come to his house. Because, he also had not been able to report about the presence of the poor baby.

Does he have to follow the advice of his second son?

" Maulana, you know what that kid is!" muttered Kartika, then smiled meaningfully.

"Maybe he had such a brilliant idea" Kartika murmured.

"Andra, why does he call himself uncle?"

"You don't want me to have to act as an eye, oma, or grandmother, why so old," protested alone in the kitchen while sitting on the front seat of the pantry.

Kartika looks to keep thinking while playing a snack jar filled with onion nuts.

"True, if I recognize Najwa as a nephew, of course the people who already know me will be suspicious. They also knew that I was the only child in the family." The monologue was alone while snacking on peanuts. Relax, peace, without sounding any more cries that shook the entire house.

"Um, what else?" ask Andra who wants to make coffee on the pantry table.

"Mumpung his baby henchmen, want to relax while waiting for the sharp," replied Kartika.

"From that moment I was horrified, babbling alone. Kirain kesambet," ledeknya on the first woman in his life.

"Children have no morals! Parents like to be careless!" namel Kartika then moved from her seat and approached her son.

" Ma'af.., um. Becanda doang kan,he," said Andra as she raised her index and middle fingers to the side of her head.

But it turns out that Kartika's fingers are faster than the apologies that stick out from the teenager's two thin lips.

So, now he must surrender to make one of his ears as a victim.

"Oh Allah, have umma demen very kdrt. If not snajitak nutmeg must be peeing," Andra's mind while staring at the back of the umma who has gone out of the kitchen.

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