I'm Not Taking It Again

3 Months

Dirga is really very happy. He immediately contacted Kenan and asked him to come to his house tonight to discuss Nindy's meeting with his mother.

"Tomorrow, Sir. Nindy's not well anymore, it's out my massage." Dirga snorted angrily at Kenan's reply.

"The reason for your doang! Must be playing massages, right," Dirga.

Even Kenan's phone connection turned off unilaterally. The boss if it's at home will be transformed into a brother-in-law sucks universal.

"Fine is habit," said Niar. Dirga was a little surprised when he heard the voice of his wife. Niar is already in the work room.

"Some of it is so," grumbled Dirga.

Niar smiled and set foot towards her husband. She massaged the husband's shoulder with a very gentle fainting.

"While you don't want to break the fast?" whispered Niar.

Dirga looked up at the face of his beloved wife. Now, he looks a little more contained.

"After Arshen was only three months old" replied Dirga. Niar was shaking his lips. He sometimes wondered at Dirga. He used to be very maniacal, now it's like this.

"We don't want to touch Mamih?" sergeant Niar.

Dirga was a little surprised to hear the words from Niar. He pulled Niar's hand and he sat on his lap.

"It's not so, honey. Mamih's a normal body. Stitched anyway. Papih knows that normal flow is faster recovery, but basically the same. Inside Mamih's stomach and the triangle of Mamih's necklace was still injured. Papih wants Mamih to recover completely then we make the dough again," explained Dirga while joking.

Niar hit Dirga on the shoulder and he laughed with satisfaction. Dirga kissed the wife's lips gently. Lying if he is not tempted by the dandy body of his wife. But he can still hold it. He must understand his wife's situation.

"Oh, don't you use contraceptives?" ask Niar. After four days he should have installed contraceptives if he wants to delay the baby again.

"If you wear it, then the Papihnya will be bad," continued Niar.

"Just wear it for a month, honey. After it was just released," said Dirga.

Dirga feels very lucky because the wife is still paying attention to the pleasure that Dirga will feel. However, Dirga also does not want to see Niar pregnant again in the near future. Giving birth to Arshen was like a trauma for her.

"Yes, tomorrow between Mamih to the doctor yes for the Consul about safe KB tools." Dirga assented as his hand groaned to the big mountain.

"Mih, Papih wants to feel the source of asi dong." Dirga's mouth is already attached to ***** which Arshen can use. Just one suction, a lot of asi came out.

"Some taste." Niar was also laughing. He gently rubbed the husband's head.

"It's expensive milk. Even large factories would not be able to produce this. The content of vitamins is more complete," Oceh Niar.

Dirga did not heed. In fact, he was busy making tattoos on a big mountain until the intention slightly grimaced. Niar hit Dirga's shoulder again.

"It belongs to Arshen. The shell is fine, too."

Niar laughed out loud hearing Dirga's words. He even buried his face in the chest of the field of the husband.

"Thank you, Pih," said Niar.

"For what?" dirga asked as she gently rubbed Niar's head.

"Have loved Mamih very sincerely. Want to accept Mamih as it is and always understand Mamih."

Dirga smiled.denagr sweet greeting his wife. His love is growing for his beloved wife.

"Only a foolish man would waste Mamih. The very rare woman Papih found. That was Papih's reason for continuing to look for Mamih," he replied.

Niar laughed and she hugged her husband's body very tightly. Dirga's hand returned the embrace of the wife was no less tight.

"Papih felt very happy when Papih was blessed with a very handsome son. Papih did not expect that Papih would have a very happy family like this. A perfect family." Niar smile.

Happiness does not belong only to Dirga. Niar even felt very happy because he could have a husband like Dirga. What an amazing husband. Always prioritize them in anything. However, she was also not an ignorant wife. She is not a woman who just likes to spend her husband's money in a poya-foya way.

From his friend Echa he can learn about simple living. Buy what we need and wear what we have. No need to look wah, if everything is installment goods. No need branded goods if we are comfortable with cheap and local goods. The price of the item depends on the person wearing it. If, that person was famous was also beautiful. Even cheap things will look expensive. Unlike Dnegan ordinary people, wearing items as expensive as anything will definitely be underestimated.

Niar is very lucky to get to know Nesha and Echa, the daughter-in-law of Addhitama.

"White, Mamih came out of the ten million month roundup with friends of Papih's business partner's wife" Niar explained.

Dirga looked at Niar with a confused look. Both of his eyebrows swooped down indicating he wanted more explanation.

"Mamih did not feel suitable to be friends with them. Mamih is not a person who likes to show off treasures. Show off the husband's department. Mommy doesn't like that, Pih."

Dirga nodded in understanding, nor would he force his wife. Moreover, he saw that only Echa and Nesha were able to make Niar like himself instead of being someone else v.

"Fire mah is up to Mamih aja. If you don't like it, don't be forced" he said.

They went back to the main room. Before going to bed, they get used to seeing Arshen in his crib. They will kiss Arshen in his place and whisper words of love and affection.

"Have a nice dream my little boy" said Niar.

In the middle of the night, Dirgs awakens when he hears Arshen crying loudly. He immediately got out of bed and headed for Arshen's crib. How surprised he was when Arshen's body was very hot, he immediately woke Niar and they panicked.

"White, how is this? Arshen has not been able to take medicine," Niar said in a voice that had been shaking.

"We're going to the hospital, Mih."

"Don't worry Mamih, son," Niar said in a very trembling voice. Her tears had flooded her face. Niar and Dirga both panicked. Arshen was the first child, they were still common with a sick child.

Niar runs towards IGD he asks the doctor to examine his son. Niar continues to accompany Arshen and does not want to be far from him. Long enough Niar was in the IGD room until Arshen woke up, while Dirga just waited for his wife's child in front of the IGD with an anxious heart. He went to the hospital in his sleeping pajamas. Fortunately, there is always money in the car dashboard. He had completely forgotten to bring his wallet.

After an hour, Niar came out with an expressionless face.

"What about Arshen?" ask Dirga worriedly.

"He must be treated, Pih," said Niar.

"Do your best. Papih wants Arshen healed again," he replied.

Dirga will do anything for the sake of the baby. Whatever he will give including his life for Arshen, his first child.

Arshen is hospitalized tonight. Not a second did Dirga leave Niar. He always wanted to be with his wife and children.

Dirga's heart ached when he saw the back of Arshen's hand pricked with an infusion needle. "It sure hurts, son," said Dirga while rubbing Arshen's hair.

Arshen did not want to get down from Niar's sling at all. He still continued to cry because of the intravenous needle impaled on the back of his hand.

"Mamih's heart is very sick to see Arshen like this" said Niar. Dirga could not speak, his mouth was confused to see Arshen who continued to cry.

Dirga's hands embrace the friendly shoulder of Niar. He gave a little peace to his wife. It's not just the mother who gave birth to Arshen who feels pain. He was also very sick and sad to see Arshen like this.

Niar and Dirga did not fall asleep tonight. They wake up to look after Arshen who often cries when the pain hit.

"Oh my God, I'd better be the one who's sick. Don't torment Arshen like this" Dirga's mind was soft, when he saw Niar sitting holding Arshen with his eyes closed. Arshen was closed, but did not want to be taken down from his mother's arms.

Dirga's heart was very sliced to see his two beloved creatures like this. He is so unbearable. Not feeling a clear circle wet his face. A mother's struggle for her child. He remembered his mother.

Dirga kissed his wife's forehead and Arshen took turns. He let his wife rest for a moment. He sat on the floor staring at his wife and son. He'll keep Arshen from the bottom. Just in case Arshen detaches from Niar's sling.

At five in the morning, Arshen woke up. Sontak Niar also woke up. His son was thirsty. Niar immediately took out his breast milk source and Arshen Mimi greedily.

"The wean is sleeping. Papih's eyes are red, '" said Niar. Dirga just smiled, he gently rubbed the wife's hair.

"The wean will take care of Mamih as well as Arshen," he said.

Niar was very happy to hear the words from Dirga. Dirga was very attentive, he ordered chicken porridge via an online application for their breakfast.

At breakfast, Dirga feeds Niar who is still holding Arshen. He did not want this beloved woman's exhaustion to continue in pain.

"Mamih should eat a lot, yes. If you want to eat anything, Papih order." Niar nodded with haru holding back.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Arshen fell asleep. Slowly Niar put his son in the crib. From the outside was a middle-aged man who was walking with wide steps towards the Arshen treatment room. His face was sad when he saw his grandson lying weakly with an infusion needle on the back of his hand.

"You're a strong boy. You are Opa's granddaughter who is very strong," he said softly as he kissed Arshen's forehead.

Niar's heart was filled when he heard Deri speak. Sentences with sincerity that he heard.

"Why didn't you say the same to Papah?" sergeant Deri to Niar and Dirga.

"When Arshen was hot high mind battery blank, all I wanted was to quickly come to the hospital and hand Arshen over to a competent doctor" explained Dirga.

Very clearly visible face of Dirga who is sleep-deprived with black girl under his eyes. Also with his red eyes.

"You better rest" said Deri. "Arshen let Papah take care of him" he continued.

Niar stared at Dirga, her husband was silent. "You can't get sick, you have to stay healthy for Arshen" he said.

The couple nodded. They both slept on a long sofa. It is the ring that will take care of the two-month-old baby. Staring at Arshen who was closing his eyes, made Deri's heart hurt. He remembered when Dirga was a baby.

When Dirga was a baby, only two months Dirga was taken care of by Deri. Wherever Deri always takes Dirga. Beware Dirga baby is always spent in the work room of the father. When Deri was busy with work, the sleeping baby Dirga screamed loudly. Deri panicked and was shocked and it turned out that Dirga was convulsing. Shouts for the sake of shouting Deri do until people all over the office come to his room.

"Call ambulance!" yell Deri again.

Only the panic that exists when seeing a much loved child is also dear to pain like this. Shortly after the ambulance arrived, Deri held Dirga small and entered the ambulance. The pale face of the baby Dirga is like an undead. Deri was completely terrified that night.

At the hospital, Deri is not allowed into the Emergency Installation. He simply waited in front of the IGD with a mouth that kept chanting prayers.

Half an hour passed, he was still waiting. His heart is not really broken. His heart was moving faster than before. An hour later, the doctor opened the door of the IGD room and approached Deri. Staring at the doctor's face, Deri was very scared. He was afraid that there would be a sentence that would make him sad.

"The Father's son must be treated" said the doctor.

"Do your best. Whatever I'll pay."

No parent would lose his son, better lose his property than lose his only beloved son. Although Dirga is not the biological child of Deri, it turns out that he loves Dirga more than his own biological children. The life will surely be given to Dirga.

That night, Deri felt multiple sorrows. Can't bear to see Dirga to cry hard to endure the pain in the hand. Not to mention, he was the one who took care of Dirga alone. She wanted to cry, but she had to be strong in front of the baby Dirga. Although Dirga baby does not understand anything, but Deri does not want to look fragile in front of his daughter. Let him be known as a father figure who is strong, tough and able to take care of Dirga Sorang himself. Although in reality he was very shocked to take care of Dirga alone.

Even so, Deri never regretted raising Dirga baby as her child. He instead considers Dirga as a fortune that God gives. the presence of Dirga is able to give the color of his life that looks monochrome. The presence of Dirga also made him understand the affection and sincere love. There is no reason to regret.

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Deri looked back at her grandson. "Why did you have the same fate as your father?" little murmur Deri.

Arshen is a little Dirga duplicate. Derlah who knows very well how about little Dirga. Arshenlah the little Dirga.