Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

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Mom scrolled the screen for a while, her mind was not here, not in this place. I don't know which dimension makes Mom suddenly grin, then grim face.

"Mom?" Be careful I greet him.

Mom looked flabbergasted. He gave the flat object back to my hand. "Yes, that's Rafi's father" Mother replied as she handed Marisa over to my lap and passed to the room.

"Block it!" mother's orders, without looking.

I took a deep breath. I was on the neutral side, not having the slightest problem with my father-in-law, so I decided to keep him a part of my friend list. I hope you won't know.

Until the full moon changed, there was no longer anyone who talked about Mr. Rahardian Husein. I was too afraid to ask, Mother and Bang Rafi was not interested in bringing up the old story of someone who became a bitter memory of the past. But, Marisa's grandfather still actively responded to my every post and occasionally commented on the photos of Marisa that I uploaded. That extent.

The anticipated day arrived, Marisa turned six months old, from today she will get acquainted with her first heavy meal.

Since a few days ago I read many articles about MPASI, sharing with Kak Lisna, and friends who have already gone through that experience.

I'll start with the filter porridge without any additions. I prepared by washing three spoons of rice, boiling it with water until it shrank and stirring it with wood silk quickly until it turned into pulp. I added a little more water and kept stirring it over the fire until the volume grew, the texture became soft with no more visible form of rice.

After it matures I filter it with a wire filter. Some of it I put in a bowl and some of it I put in an airtight container and put it in the refrigerator for lunch later.

"Repot really makes it so, mending buy!" mother's protest at seeing my busyness is also the former furniture I wear.

"Importantly, my grandson is healthy" I replied with a smile and responded with a sharp glare. But he also took the bowl of porridge and held Marisa to feed. "Let's Oma bribe, let's get big fast," Mother told Marisa.

Said Lisna, MPASI is very important as a determinant of the eating habits of the little one later. With the right MPASI, the nutrients will be well met, and the introduction of diverse food types also keeps him from becoming a picky eater, his cool term.

Lisna can make my reference, she has managed to make Gio grow healthy with ideal body weight. She does look bigger than a child her age, but Kak Lisna said her weight is comparable to her height and does not include obesity

Better food is food made at home. Hygenic, healthy and free of chemicals. But, instant baby porridge can be an alternative in certain situations and conditions of origin still in the label, baby food. Not a type of instant porridge made for adult consumption with high MSG content.

I gritted my forehead when I saw the mothers buying instant chicken porridge for the baby. Obviously it is not baby food, eaten by adults also drag, especially for babies, pity. After a few minutes, my mother arrived in front of me.

"Once," said Mother with a face of sumringah, revealing the empty bowl she was holding.

I who was washing the furniture also responded by smiling and smelling the cheeks of the kingpin Marisa.

"Pinter's Mother's son, who used to be Omanya, huh?"

Seen a line of smiles on Mother's lips, which he immediately hid by commenting on my work that he said was not clean. Ah, you granny jaim.

The house was again vacant after Mother and Bang Rafi went to their respective workplaces. Actually I want to go out, shop for Marisa's needs and just wash my eyes. But I have to be patient until the weekend to be able to go with Bang Rafi. Repot also if you have to carry groceries while carrying Marisa.

Marisa sleeps fast, my time to move to cyberspace is starting. I started posting photos of the clothes that Susi, Mom's employee, sent. Also a photo of clothes that have just come and have not been taken by Mother to the stall.

[Can COD?] A comment came in and I immediately replied.

[Can. For the Cipinang area and surrounding areas] I always get used to being able to respond first, then follow it with technical problems.

[This is a fix, COD in front of Alfa Cipinang in an hour].

[Ok!]

I started checking the navy color kurta on the picture. It turns out that the requested size is still available at home, so I can COD directly with the customer without having to call Susi. 'You can buy diapers, ' I thought.

Just enough walking to go to the place in question. five hundred meters, quite far for women with a load of ten kilos in a sling plus a large umbrella on the right hand. Also called effort.

A luxurious car with shiny colors was parked in front of the minimarket, someone was sitting on a white chair surrounding a round table with a large umbrella on it.

I accelerated, impatiently want to immediately sit down to rest the feet that felt sore. My left arm felt numb too.

I closed the umbrella I was carrying, then I pulled the empty seat slowly with a slight nod at the person sitting there.

"Ning huh?" Greet that man.

I looked at the face of someone in front of me, it felt familiar but my memory could not dig deeper, dead end. Similar to Bang Risman but in the older version.

"I ordered clothes" he broke my daydream.

I immediately opened the device and closed my mouth because I saw the account that had replied to me. "Aduuhhh ...." I patted the forehead. I just realized who I'm meeting now, Mr. Rahardian Husein, my father-in-law.

The man in front of me smiled as he observed my absurd behavior. "Sit down" he said.

So shocked, I forgot the ache in my legs and just stood holding the back of the chair from earlier. "Eh, yes, Om ... Sir. Uh ...."

"Call Dad," he said.

I nodded and fixed my sitting position.

I tried to restore the soul of my merchant and competed professionally by taking out the clothes that were in the message and mentioning the nominal that must be paid.

Again the man in front of me smiled, picked up the clothes I handed over and paid with a few hundred thousand bills. I reached into the pocket of the game looking for change, even though I had not taken the money in front of me and knew it for sure, an indication that I was nervous.

"The rest is to pay the fare, do not need to give change," he said.

I'll pull the money on the table soon, and I'll be fine. Afraid that Mom and Bang Rafi are angry that I have met Mr. Rahardian without their knowledge.

"Your mother how are you, is it still everything?"

Oops, man,