I'm Not Taking It Again

Arshen

Relief was enveloping Dirga's heart. Finally, he was able to meet his mother. Although not a mother, Septi remains a very special woman for Dirga. The first woman who could love him so sincerely. The woman he called mama. His sacrifice can never be countered.

"Ga, what about Nindy? Is she happy with her husband?"

Dirga smiled and nodded. He knew that the papaph would tell his wife about Nindy's marriage. Septi is Nindy's mother. A smile was etched on Septi's face.

"Greet him yes, son."

"Surely, Mah."

Dirga looked at his watch. He must quickly meet his wife and also his sister.

"Well, I said yes. Niar's been waiting."

Septi nodded and hugged Dirga's body very tightly.

"You love you so much, son."

"I love you too, Mom" he replied.

Dirga out of Septi's room. He stepped foot into the wife's treatment room. He was greeted by Nindy. Moreover, Dirga brought the package he ordered.

"Wake up, honey?" ask him to Niar.

"Just wake up, because our son is awake" he said.

Dirga put his luggage on the nightstand. He kissed Niar's forehead very deeply.

"Well, our son's call is not Dinar, yes," pinta Niar.

Dirga pulled the chair beside the sickly bed. He clasped his wife's hand while he kissed her, while Nindy was busy eating Padang rice brought by Dirga.

"What do you call our children?" ask Dirga.

"Arshen."

Dirga smiled, nodding in agreement with the wife's wishes.

"More macho," said Dirga.

"Emak-emak online at the protests, she said her name was like a daughter's name." Dirga also laughed.

"I'll follow what you want. Especially with our children" he explained.

"Thank you, dear."

Before touching Arshen, Dirga washed his hands first while washing his face. He smiled as he looked at Arshen who was sleeping comfortably.

"Hi Arshen!" call Dirga.

For men who are asleep also smiling to hear Dirga's words.

"Looks like you're happy with your new name huh, son." Arshen smiled again.

Dirga's hand has touched Arshen's red cheek. Duplicates of Dirga Anggara.

"What a handsome you are, son." Dirga's hands never stopped touching Arshen's cheeks until he squirms funny. He laughed at seeing his son.

"Well, don't bother dong. Just slept too," said Niar.

"I miss Arshen, dear,* she replied.

Niar who heard Dirga's words laughed. It was like finding a new toy.

"Sister, if again Mimi milk tuh funny know. Very greedy, if disturbed immediately angry," said Nindy.

"Isn't he?" dirga asked in disbelief.

"Seriously, pity to know Brother Niar is in pain. It's so hot to see guys," he continued.

"Just like the papihnya," muttered Niar. Dirga even laughed.

"That's the real man's name."

Nindy looked at Dirga lazily. His sister is getting more and more bar-bar. His words were never even filtered out of the way that he was married.

"Ay, don't bother the Arshennya. Mending both of us mengumpung our son again sleep."

Hearing Niar's words, Dirga looked at the smiling wife.

"Pijitin."

Nindy laughed out loud hearing that. Dirga glanced sharply at the sister. Dirga approached the wife.

"Still sick?" ask Dirga.

"The story is passing." Dirga began to gently massage the wife's legs.

He will never refuse what his wife wants. Moreover, she saw for herself Niar struggling between life and death to give birth to the Arshen Anggara Dinar.