Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 92 — Thanksgiving

The days passed and I was finally allowed to go home from the hospital, and with my wife, we were sent home simultaneously. I told our parents that my baby's name was Amelia. No one protested, even they were very happy with the name.

“Good name, Raka, fits this cute and beautiful grandson of Mamah.” that's what Mamah thinks when she's busy carrying Amelia.

Dad just nodded in agreement and did not comment much, because he knew whatever name was my right as his parents to give a name.

Bu Ayu and Pak Harun also did not mind, instead they immediately agreed with the name, praising me for giving the name of his grandson well.

Of course I'm happy with their compliments, proud of myself. My wife, who was beside me, laughed at him, and whispered softly.

“Happy yes, Mas? Praised by Adek's parents?”

I replied with a grin, got caught, and then kissed my wife's cheek. “Tau aja you..”

When we returned home to Mamah, the servants who had known that Kalisa had given birth, welcomed warmly, lined up neatly, congratulated me and Ms. Lisa on the birth of Amelia.

Ah, come to think of it. That day was the day I smiled all day, never to fade. Our family is really very happy.

Amelia, more often carried by Mamah Sama Bu Ayu. Even my wife, whose mother status was Amelia, had less time with her, only being together when Amelia wanted to be breastfed.

At that time, Bu Ayu was holding Amelia followed by Mamah beside her. They were chattering with Amelia, talking with intonation like a child.

“Ohh, my granddaughter has taken a shower, hm? It's beautiful now, fragrant again.” Bu Ayu chuckled, holding Amelia while chattering.

“Iya dong, Amelia must look beautiful anytime and anywhere. Be loved by Mamah Ratna huh?” Mamah who was near Bu Ayu joked, feeling anxious.

Amelia looked at the two mothers in turn with a plain look, then shook both her legs and hands, laughing.

“Eh-eh, how did Amelia laugh anyway? Seneng yes when with Mom?” Bu Ayu carved a smile. So too with Mamah. I think Amelia is the center of happiness for both.

I was on the other side just sitting in a telescope, right next to the smiling Ms. Lisa watching her two Mama chatting with Amelia. Talking cheerfully.

“Maap yes, Deck. Are you rarely with Amelia?”

Hearing that voice, Miss Lisa turned her head towards me, only to realize I was beside her. He then leaned on my shoulder.

“Adek just feel happy that Amelia with Mamah and your Mother, Mas. Behold, both of them were laughing, joking happily. Is not one of the ideals of a child is to make his parents happy. Amelia is the way to make our parents happy.”

I stroked his head, not expecting my wife to think there. Do I always think about how to make my parents happy? It turns out the simple way, by making ourselves happy, then after that our parents will also be happy.

A week later, Dad talked to me about giving thanks for his birth, Amelia. He will invite orphans as guests, and the poor.

Of course, I agree, and so do our family members. In fact, Dad's idea was a birilian idea. We should be thankful. We cannot be happy ourselves. Happiness can be shared.

So the next day, my house became busy and crowded with the preparation of the Thanksgiving event. Even though I have a lot of servants at home who help, it is not enough. So Mamah asked the neighboring mothers for help, to help her in the preparation of thanksgiving.

The neighboring mothers received it with pleasure. If there is a celebration like this, the mothers can chat together, establish friendship together. Joking while working.

“Aiyo, this beautiful baby, Mom? Her face is so cute.” Said one of the mothers when he saw my son held Mamah.

“Ah, of course. Mas Raka Kann's wife is beautiful. Naturally her child is no less beautiful.” reply other mothers praise.

“Iya right, no wonder actually. Mas Raka is handsome, keeps his wife beautiful. It is not surprising that his descendants will be this sweet. The baby laughed again. So gemess.” The mother was already itching to pinch Amelia's round cheeks.

The compliments were heard by Bu Lisa from afar, her face immediately boasted a smile, happy to be praised.

“Ih, who is happy to try? Mas do not talk strange deh..” Bu Lisa quickly dodged.

I chuckle softly. “But actually Dek, they said. You are indeed a beautiful woman, it deserves Amelia beautiful, maybe it is the genes of her mother.”

Bu Lisa's face blushed, she immediately turned her face the other way, deliberately so that I did not see her, which actually made me want to tease my wife even more

“Auduhh earlier the smiles were praised, kok now flushed his cheeks. Shame again?”

Miss Lisa puffed her cheeks that were still red, looking annoyed at me.“Mas Raka nyebelin, ih~ do not tease Adek continue.”

I'm laughing a little. Kissing cheeks. “So more dear, same you, Kalisa.”

So, perfect his blushing face, he immediately bowed in shame, not daring to look at me again. I saw him just shake my head, you shy wife!

The ceremony took place solemnly with the guests of orphans and the poor. After the event, we did not forget to give gifts to the guests in the form of money, rice, fruits, cooking ingredients, and much more.

We also gave the same thing to the maids and mothers who had helped. Mamah slipped an envelope filled with money on their plastic, saying thank you for helping her.

After the celebration, it was completely finished. I went up to exactly my two-room floor. When I opened the door, it coincided with Miss Lisa just putting Amelia in a baby basket. My face immediately bent.

I walked up to Miss Lisa who was looking at Amelia with a motherly look.

“Yahhh, Ameliya is asleep huh, Dek?” I hugged my wife from behind.

“Eh, Mas?!” He was shocked for a moment because there was a hand that was coiled in his stomach. “Amelia just fell asleep. It's a complete glut Adek susui.”

“Padahal earlier Mas want to hold it for a while.” I exclaimed disappointed.

Miss Lisa smiled, starting to understand where I wanted to go. “Tomorrow Yes, Mas. Sadness now. Amelia is already fast asleep.”

I-i understand. Of course I won't bother Amelia let alone having slept peacefully like that. I'm afraid, if I'm carrying Amelia, I'll wake up and cry.

After that, we hugged a long time there, almost 3 minutes. Maybe because my wife felt aching standing up, she invited me to sleep.

“Ke mattress yuk, Mas. You must be exhausted today. Must help thanksgiving at home.” Miss Lisa stroked my face gently, smiling so sweetly.

I said, then carried her body and carried her on the bed. Ms. Lisa was of course surprised, not expecting me to act like that, she started to nag. I chuckled, replying with a grin, not feeling sinful.

“Mas cape Dek, you don't nag..” I finally make a sound, which successfully makes the tirade stop. Lisa understood, then smiled back.

“Mas, want Adek manjain?” Bargainly.

I quickly nodded, impossible to resist. My face immediately I buried her neck, and my hands hugged her tightly. As for Miss Lisa, she stroked my head gently, letting me fall asleep in her cradle.

"***Brave your parents by making yourself happy. Trust me, your parents would love to see it***."

**Definitely not, who has become a mother**?