I'm Not Taking It Again

Completer

Arshen became a complement in the Niar and Dirga households. The presence of Arshen makes the house of Dirga and Niar always crowded. Every day Deri and Nindy stop by Dirga's house only for you to meet Arshen.

"Sister, aren't you tired of taking care of Arshen himself?" ask Nindy.

Niar who was folding Arshen's shirt just smiled. He looked towards his sister.

"It's tired, but you're happy" he replied.

"Why not use a baby sitter?" ask Nindy.

"The brother who does not want. Arshen mah nyaranin's papihnya," he explained.

Nindy was proud of her sister-in-law. He can do everything alone.

"The night must be Kak Inti lack of sleep" said Nindy.

"Ordinary, Ndy. Fortunately there is Papihnya who will take turns to take care of Arshen."

Nindy was happy to see her sister's family so happy. Moreover, his brother always wanted to intervene to keep Arshen.

During the weekend, Dirga will look after Arshen, while Niar is told to rest by Dirga. He did not want his wife to get any less rest. Get closer to your beloved son.

If, carried Dirga Arshen will smile. Especially if you talk like a child who understands.

"Don't be naughty, Papih's son. I have to take care of Mamih. Don't make Mamih softer, let alone make Mamih cry."

Dirga unceasingly kissed Arshen's red cheeks. His son became a magnet for him to come home early. Arshen was also a solace for Dirga.

"Quick big, son. Let's play ball together."

Dirga will always have Arshen talking. He wanted to have a better relationship with his son. He did not want any distance between the two of them later.

Arshen he was lying on the sofa, while Dirga kept him under the sofa until he fell asleep by laying his head on the edge of the sofa.

Niar was content to fall asleep and she smiled when she saw her husband falling asleep with Arshen.

Dirga immediately opened his eyes. "Arshen up?" ask her a little surprised.

"No. Better Papih and Arshen sleep on the bed alone," he added.

Dirga can breathe a sigh of relief. What the wife says is right. He walks towards the bed followed by Niar who carries Arshen in his carrier. Then, she placed it on the bed with her husband.

"The beautiful dream of two of my favorite men" he said, as he kissed Arshen's forehead and Dirga alternately.

When Niar came out of the room, the in-laws were already in his house.

"Where is Papah's grandson?" tanyakanya.

"In the room, Pah. Again sleep just as white," replied Niar.

"Can Papah come in?" Deri asked Niar for permission.

"Please, Pah. I'm going to the kitchen, huh, Pah." Deri nods.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Niar.

"Don't, Papah will make his own drink."

Deri went into Dirga's room. A smile was engraved beautifully on his vulnerable face. Dirga's hands hugged her grandson's small body. Reminds her when it comes to taking care of Dirga alone. That was how he was at the time. Sleeping alone with the edges of his son's body surrounded by bolsters and pillows so as not to fall.

"Father hope you can love your son very sincerely" he murmured.

Seeing Dirga and Arshen's face is like seeing the baby and adult version of Dirga. Like a betel in two. Especially now that their sleeping style is the same. Arshen had raised his other hand as well as Dirga.

"Like son like father."

She was happy, now it was Nindy's turn to achieve her happiness and give birth to grandchildren who were anxious for her. To accompany his old age.