Babysit Wife Candidate

Who is that baby really?

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🍁Squealing cries screeching, tearing up a thick night.

Instantly the breath clenched, pitying his nest.

A small figure without power, fragile, weak at a little age.

I'll give you a beautiful destiny, so that you grow up, you don't curse the world.

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"The baby, you have to buy milk!" exclaimed Kartika, to his son who just put his ass on the sofa.

"Because, it is impossible, Umma gave him the starch water continuously," said umma while sipping a vanilla-flavored cereal drink.

"Tajin water? what the hell, Um?"andra asked with a little forward, he who had been curious and curious since, put his ears well.

" Googling there, Umma sleepy!"elak Kartika with a running face.

"Ck, why don't you just be clear. Sometimes it's not concrete, Um,"Andra protest.

Kartika closed her mouth which was yawning. " "Emang, yes, you have no feelings!" grunts umma.

"Later, Abang clearlyin also, how the same meeting process is bayik, let Umma not think strange."nego Andra tried to hold umma who was about to return to the room.

He was very tired and wanted to touch his pillow.

However, he must be open and explain all of it to the beautiful woman who always believes in him.

"Yes, this is a child!"he was anxious to stand up, but now he sat down again.

" What time is it, Bang!" the protest though he was very curious.

"After this we are beautiful bobo" said Andra with the grin of her horse.

Kartika took a breath for a while, in order to expel the drowsiness that almost mastered it.

"That fine water, is a white-colored liquid that appears when the rice boils. That's why you see there's aron right in the pot," explained umma.

"But, why did Umma just give her a light brown color?" andra asked with a frown of wonder imprinted on her forehead.

"That, because Umma loves palm sugar, let there be sweetness," added Kartika.

Andra was still listening carefully.

"Because it contains rice particles, the starch water also contains carbobidate. So that it can be given to the baby, as a substitute for milk.

But, it's actually for babies over six months."

"Woahh, Umma is great! have that kind of knowledge, at least first aid for a starving baby." Andra praised the umma as she clapped her hands softly, looking from the look on her face that she was truly amazed.

"What tastes good?" asked Maulana who suddenly appeared.

"Lho, how do you keep the baby in the room alone?" sergeant umma to Maulana.

"He pules, Um. Besides, Adek was also curious, where did you find the baby?" obviously Maulana then sat down next to umma.

"The two of you have also been loved that, same grandmother Emah. However, this is the first time Umma made, so long ago. The problem is that it fails to continue" Kartika told his two sons.

"Pantesan, really in the sink a lot of dirty pots," Andra then spent the rest of the drink. His hunger was a little bit gone.

Kartika then covered his face with the bottom of his khimar, when he got a sharp gaze and protest from his first son. Behind her wide veil, Kartika smiled funny.

"Ck, Umma nih." Maulana can only shake his head.

"Yes, right, Umma had only seen once, when Grandma Emah made the drink for Brother, and it was a long time ago, so naturally dong if forgotten. Where was the panic was also made," elak Kartika.

"Now, Brother is telling the story clearly." Kartika straightened her back, then put on her ears.

Likewise, Maulana, he has put on a serious face.

"Alright, so here's the story....,"

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Meanwhile, in a hospital.

"This woman's lost a lot of blood, Doc."

"His blood pressure is very low, his oxygen saturation is so, too," explained a Ners (call for female/male nurses) who wore attributes according to the operating room protocol.

Panic in an action room was inevitable.

The distinctive aroma of disinfectant, which is identical to the sterile room that disturbs the sense of smell.

"What about his pulse and heart?"

"How long has he been unconscious?" ask a man who works as a surgeon. With a green robe, headgear and mask, he continued to pay attention to the deathly pale face lying on top of the operating room brangkar.

"His pulse is weak, Doc."

"The patient has lost a lot of blood."

"According to the data, the patient was unconscious for the past hour."

"While the X-ray showed that the bullet had penetrated too deep, until it grazed into the heart" explained Ners was more detailed.

"Prepare transfusion immediately, stop the bleeding!"

"The patient's pulse is getting weaker, Doc!"

" The patient's heart is leaking!" exclaims the panic of a Ners who checks several monitors, to detect the function of vital tools in patients.

"Prepare the anastasi now! We don't have much time!" exclaimed the head doctor who led the operation this time, to the anesthesiologist.

Because there are a number of medical teams involved, consisting of surgeons, anesthetic doctors, surgical nurses, anesthetic nurses and each of them brings an assistant even more. You can imagine the tension that is happening, until all seem busy with their respective parts.

Meanwhile outside the operating room, there was a simple young man.

Her cream-colored knit sweater, has been filled with blood spots, from a woman who is not in the know. Where the woman, now struggling between life and death, is in the operating room.

The hospital staff had contacted the police, because the woman was a victim of a criminal act.

Otherwise, he would also not be able to afford his extremely expensive operation.

In this way, what is financing it is part of the social service.

In fact, the woman had tea, had no identity at all, most likely had her tea robbed. It happened, like a kayak that hit Sulis tea five years ago. The difference is that Sulis tea is chopped until it runs out of blood, because it is too late to get help.In fact, the age of tea is like the age of Sulis tea if it is still alive.

"Hopefully, you're safe! Hope the tea cop can find your family soon!

Ujang can only reach here!"

The young man looks to rub his face slowly.

Then he was seen picking up a cell phone in his pants pocket.

"Hallo, Mang! Kumaha?"(kumaha\=gimana)

"(........)

" Thank God if you meet."

"(........)

" Yes', Mang."

"Pinjemin, Ujang his t-shirt' kang Ical."

"(......)

" Nohun, Mang."

The young man ended the call on his cell phone.

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"It turns out, Brother's day is heavy too," lirih umma was concerned about the fate that befell his first son today.

Kartika's expression changed after hearing the story from Andra.

"Why don't you tell the police, Bang?" ask Maulana plain.

"It seems, he is not an arbitrary baby, because Adek found this in his bedong," Maulana said while showing a white gold necklace with a diamond pendulum the size of a marble.

"Allahu Akbar!"

Kartika and Andra screamed together.

"Shy, also found a roll of kayak gini paper. Nih." Maulana handed over what he found to umma Kartika.