He's Mine (Sharing Love)
Moving House Plan
Yasmin was in the hospital for almost two weeks. In fact, the baby has been allowed to go home first, because there are no abnormalities or something to worry about.
Anjani took good care of her son Yasmin at home, along with the baby sitter Wawan assigned.
Wawan deliberately hired a baby sitter, to take care of his son, because he knew, if at home all busy with his work outside. Although there is Anjani at home, but she does not want to bother her brother-in-law, who is pregnant as well.
In fact, Anjani said it was okay, but Yasmin also arrogantly said that her husband was still able to pay a baby sitter to take care of his own child.
"Wawan Bag is still able to pay baby sitter, not to bother Ma'am Jani. He's been lousy with his own stomach, later if something happens to him and his womb, it could be my son who is wronged, because he has to take care of him. So it's better for Wawan to pay the baby sitter, it'll be better."
That's roughly what Yasmin said, when her mother and father gave her some input. In fact, the mind of both of them is to ease the burden of costs for Wawan himself. Especially yesterday, for the cost of operating and caring for Yasmin and her children, Wawan spent a lot.
When Abhimanyu and Edi's father made a donation to ease the burden, Yasmin flatly refused. She said her husband, Wawan, had provided everything, and there was no need to bother thinking about them both.
Edi's father just shook his head, hearing his son's words. Abhimanyu said nothing. He only nodded and was grateful if his sister's husband was already able to meet their needs, albeit with a very large amount.
"You shouldn't say that Yasmin. Mas_mu wants to help. Let it go, you can save it or for other purposes later," Sofie's mother advised her son.
"No need for Mom. What would Jani say. He thought later Me and Wawan are still a continuous hassle. I don't want to, if he thinks like that. After all, Wawan can really, unless the Wawan mas is not able to meet our needs, Yasmin just accepted."
Finally, Sofie's mother simply nodded and no longer said anything. He did not want to make his son become upset, because he had a different opinion with him at this time.
Yasmin is home now. Breastfeeding Nanda, her son. He slightly grimaced, because he felt ill at*****************, as a result of being suckled by his son. Yesterday, he just pumped it up to be put in bottles and sent home, to give it to his son.
"Ihhh, sick!"
Yasmin shouted, heard by Anjani's ears passing towards the side terrace. At the moment, Yasmin was in the living room, nursing her baby.
"What's up Yasmin?" ask Anjani worried. She was afraid that something would happen to her sister-in-law.
"It's Nanda, the mistress is hurting my breasts" Yasmin replied with a grimace of pain.
"Oh, it needs adaptation. Later if you are used to it also does not hurt," said Anjani, telling.
"Where can it be. I could have scuffed my boobs Mommy!" yasmin said with annoyance.
"It's okay, it'll heal. There is ointment for that. Now, anything is easy because there's a cure for Yasmin" Anjani said, calming the concerns of her sister-in-law, Yasmin.
"Well, you know. Have children not yet, give advice."
Sekar, who just came out of his room and wanted to go to campus so stop and listen to the words of the two of them. He felt annoyed because his sister could not be told, let alone his behavior was no polite_nya at all.
"Yasmine. You should be thanking Ma'am Jani. He took care of Nanda, still giving her advice too. You are even so the response. Fuck up!"
In a fit of annoyance, Sekar rebuked his own sister. He felt Yasmin needed to be strongly advised, so that she was aware and could change.
"Nothing at all! Just get mixed up," Yasmin replied with a frown. He felt annoyed because his brother, Sekar, participated in the current state. She was arguing with Anjani, their sister-in-law.
"You're still lucky. Brother did not report to father or Abi mas. If you want to, and report all your behavior, you will be expelled from this house immediately." Sekar tries to threaten his sister, so that there is not much behavior and intimidates his sister-in-law, Anjani.
"What does Brother mean?" ask Yasmin quickly. He did not know what Sekar was saying.
"I don't understand what Brother is saying."
Yasmin really did not know, what Sekar meant from his threat earlier.
"Easy-after. Go, Yasmin. Kaliaan the two did not need to fight like this. Brother is okay."
Anjani broke up the dispute between her two sisters-in-law. He felt bad, because indirectly, he was the cause of the two fighting like this.
"But Ma'am, he needs to be taught once in a while. Let's call it and think it's his brain. Don't be the only bad thing he thinks about!" She is still upset by the attitude of her sister, Yasmin.
But because he saw Anjani who shook his head, Sekar finally kept silent and did not continue his sentence again. So did Yasmin. He was silent and only muttered softly and indistinctly.
When Anjani is gone and no longer seen by them, Sekar immediately approaches Yasmin's seat, who is still nursing her baby.
"Remember Yasmin. The evidence of the wrongs you made on Jani's mother, is with me. If you still mess around, I'll report everything to Mas Abi, and thus it's certain that you won't get any forgiveness from him."
The words of her brother, Sekar, made Yasmin frown, thinking about what her brother really meant. But, because Nanda was crying so hard, she did not ask, and took care of the baby first.
However, once she finished silencing the baby, it turned out Sekar had gone. He did not ask and find out what his brother said, Sekar. "What did he mean? I don't know what he wants." Yasmin muttered curiously.
Before long, Yasmin went into the room. He wanted to rest for a while to forget about the incident earlier. He really did not believe, with what Sekar said.
"He has any proof of what to try? how dare he threaten me like that. The basis of Sekar is not clear."
Yasmin fell asleep next to her baby. He did not want to know, what had been kept secret Sekar, which he said could be evidence to make him get out of this house.
*****
Night, while in the room. Anjani was talking to Abhimanyu before going to bed. Laying face-to-face, the two of them spoke from heart to heart, as usual.
"Honey. When do we move into our own home? We will be able to freely determine everything you like" asked Abhimanyu, who was impatient to be able to stay at home by himself. The house he had bought, although not as big as his father's house, but enough for their small family later.
"Later I'm lonely Mas at home alone," replied Anjani, who felt bad about having to leave her in-laws' house. He was afraid of not wanting to live with them.
"Or do you want to stay in your house, which belongs to you first, which is from the Eagle Mas?" asked Abhimanyu remembering again. He thought that Anjani wanted to be able to live in a big house so that the children could play around freely, and not as small as he bought.
"Gak Mas's. I was thinking of returning the house to Amel's mother. I feel there is no right to own the house. What do you think of Mas Abi?" anjani asked, asking her husband for an opinion.
"That's up to you, honey. But, I was thinking that Aunt Amel would be offended, if you returned the gift. Moreover, it was home when you were still the wife of her son, Mas Eagle. So it's better not to, than to make Aunt Amel angry."
Anjani nodded in agreement with her husband's words. So he no longer talked about the house anymore.
"We move into our house, later if I have given birth to Mas. I'm afraid of being lonely and so often sleepy when I'm home alone." Anjani finally gave up the decision for their move to his own home.
Abhimanyu agreed with his wife. He also thought the same thing as Anjani thought. He did not want, if Anjani became lonely when she was pregnant like now. So better, they both move into their home, later after their child is born.
Anjani smiled happily, because her husband agreed with her opinion. Now, the two of them slept in a position to hug each other. They both want to always be able to support each other, under any circumstances.
