I'm Not Taking It Again

Son

Dirga's screams made doctors and nurses who were on the IGD scatter towards Niar. They brought Niar's body into the IGD room and examined Niar. A calm look from the face of the doctor and the nurse. Unlike Dirga who showed an unkind face.

"Calm down, sir. Niar's mother was just exhausted. He just fainted. It's natural to experience this."

The midwife who was in charge of closing the tear was immediately doing her job. Dirga continued to hold tightly to his wife's hand. Letting her child cry and be cleansed.

Forgive Papih yes, son. Papih will accompany your Mamih first.

Fifteen minutes later, Niar regained consciousness. However, he groaned in pain from the prick of the needle and the pull of the thread.

"Prophey, dear." Dirga continued to hold tightly onto Niar's hand. Sometimes he kisses his beloved wife.

I promise, I'll never hurt you, baby.

A mother's struggle to bear a child is very difficult. Rela endured the pain for the sake of the baby, the light for their family.

After all, a nurse brought the baby boy to Dirga and Niar. His face looks a lot like that of the father.

Tears they rented just like that. Moreover, seeing the inner bond between Niar and also the son that makes Dirga happy. His son looked like he was looking for food.

Adhan and Iqamah are echoed in the ears of the son of Dirga. After that they were transferred to the ward. Not the new parents who are happy, Deri and Nindy also shed tears.

"Opa's grandson." The sound of Deri shaking so happy.

Nindy unceasingly played the cheek of the niece's kingpin who was being pushed in the crib by Dirga.

In the treatment room, Niar and Dirga smiled very happily because Deri and Nindy were not always playing their son. Dirga kissed Niar's forehead for the umpteenth time.

"I'm sorry, honey. It's making you sick."

"It's my nature as a woman like this, Ay. The pain will go away when our son's crying voice is heard, and I'm really very happy."

Deri and Nindy who heard it also arched a smile. Especially Dirga who never stop raising the word love.

An hour in the treatment room. A nurse came and picked up Niar's baby.

"Mother, learn to breastfeed, yes. At first it must have hurt," said the nurse.

Deri chose to leave. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law was embarrassed. Dirga helps Niar to open a food wrapper for their son. It really made Dirga's eyes not blink. Very big and hard.

His son's mouth he pointed at the natural dot. He actually opened his mouth and looked greedy to the point of making Niar in pain. Ringisan of pain rang out from Niar's lips.

"It hurts?" ask Dirga. Niar nodded.

"If, first it must be like this, sir. Don'worry. They will get used to it too. I recommend not using formula milk, sir. Asi's very good for the baby."

Dirga and Niar nodded. Their son is still drinking.

"Batah Papih even taken you, son."

Nindy who heard him hit the brother's back hard. So did Niar who had cheated. The nurse could only smile. His son who was originally busy drinking breast milk even stopped when his father said something disgusting.

"That's right, so stop," complained Niar.

Dirga chuckled and gently rubbed the son's hair.

"She was kidding, son. Drink as you please, but save a little for Papih."