I'm Not Taking It Again

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Dirga is still focused on her son, Arshen. He didn't see anyone just yet. His mother delayed him first. Nindy is also sick. Looks like Nindy and Arshen are one-hearted.

The first and second days in the hospital, Dirga did not leave Niar the slightest item. He really took care of Niar as well as Arshen. The work he left to Kenan.

"White, Mamih can really be alone," said Niar.

"We make the child together, so the responsibility is the same," replied Dirga.

On the second day, Arshen was already with Dirga. He can take turns with Niar to look after Arshen. Arshen also looks comfortable with his father. Niar can rest until he sleeps with his peace.

"Look, son!" dirga slowly towards Arshen. "Mamih you look very tired to look after us. When you grow up, never hurt your mamih, son. Must be a submissive child and always make our Mamih happy," he continued.

"Your struggle is great when you conceive and give birth to you. Papih alone could not see the struggle Mamih very, very big. Don't be naughty, son. Appreciate Mamih's struggle to give birth to you" she said, staring at Arshen's face.

The boy was like he was digesting a speech from Dirga. He looked at his father Dnegan's eyes carefully.

Niar felt that this Dirga was an unbeatable husband. He's a very good husband. Though Dirga only slept two hours a night, but he was able to take care of Arshen very well. Even Niar who is satisfied to sleep.

"Wake up?" dirga asked, smiling at his wife. Arshen just fell asleep.

"Well, really long sleep huh, pih?" tanyakanya. Just a smile that Dirga gave.

"It's okay, Mih. Mama must rest. Arshen really needs Mamih," said Dirga.

"Now, it is Papih's turn to sleep" Niar said. Dirga shook his head quickly.

"The wean is not sleepy," the lie.

Though from earlier Dirga's eyes have been seen squinting because it is very sleepy. However, Dirga always held up. Niar told Dirga to lie down. In the end, Dirga fell asleep on the sofa. Niar's smile was engraved with such sweetness. God has sent the most beautiful gift for her in the form of a very caring husband and a righteous child.

Dirga fell asleep so soundly that he snored hard enough. Arshen who was awake even laughed out loud hearing the snoring of the papah.

"Funny what is his voice?" asked Niar while holding Arshen. His son laughed again and again.

Niar's heart was greatly relieved when Arshen was completely healed. He better tired from taking care of Arshen who did not want to be separated from him in good health, than Arshen who wanted to always be carried, but in a weak state helpless. What a pain in his heart.

When Arshen was sick, Niar was eager to replace Arshen. It is better for him who is sick than for his little son who must be exposed to intravenous needles.

"Don't get sick again huh, Mamih's son. Mamih can not see you suffer and cry hard to endure the pain. My heart is sick" he said. She kissed Arshen with love. Sometimes he thinks, this is how his parents used to be with him? Didn't want him to be sick for even a moment. Sad to see him in pain. Now, Niar feels what his parents feel.

The next day, Arshen was allowed to go home. Dirga's happy face was also Niar unstoppable again. Arshen was picked up by his beloved grandfather.

"The opa champ is cured, huh?" abugn. Arshen laughed too.

During Arshen's illness, Deri sellau took the time to visit Arshen at the hospital. Bring food and drinks as well as coffee for the child and his daughter-in-law. Niar feels very lucky to have a father-in-law like this Deri.

After the administration was over, they returned to Dirga and Niar's house. Arshen looked very happy when he smelled the scent of his room. The same with Dnegan Niar. His neck felt sore because he had to sleep on the sofa.

"Mamih want to be seen? Let Mbok Sum find a masseuse," said Dirga.

Her husband is like a psychic. What Niar wants he'll always know. However, Niar shook his head.

"If you want a massage, just massage, Ni. You can't be sick, if you're sick who will take care of Arshen" added Dirga.

Deri's words are true. He can't be sick. He cannot be weak. He must be healthy and strong. Finally, Niar approved Dirga's remarks. During Intention massage, Arshen seemed to understand the suffering of his mother. He is happy to play with Papih and his opa.

"I don't want Arshen to be sick anymore" Dirga said. "I'd rather be sick, than look at Arshen who keeps screaming in pain."

Deri just smiled and looked at her son's bead. "That's how a father and mother are. Will not have the heart to see his son in pain let alone injured," said Deri.

If, look at his aged face. The affection that Dirga has for Deri is growing. Deri is a hero to him. He was his life-saver.

When the afternoon arrived even Arshen was increasingly a pious child. She was not fussy about letting her mother rest.

"You are the protective candidate for your Mamih" said Dirga. Arshen laughed at the father's words.

The Maghreb is approaching, and Niar awakens. He stretched his muscles which had started to feel light. Niar was surprised because he remembered Arshen. He's going to Arshen's room. However, he saw a haru scene where Dirga and Arshen were sleeping so peacefully. Her heart was so full of seeing her son and husband.

"I'm sorry Mamih, son. Mamih's body needs to be serviced," he said slowly.

"Thank you Papih has taken care of Arshen" Niar said to Dirga.

Thank God for sending me two protectors. Thank you for giving me such an amazing guard. I'm so grateful.

Arshen and Dirga were asleep until the morning. Niar also participated in the world there is a son snag. Amazingly, Arshen did not wake up at all. He would whine when he wanted mimi milk. Tonight was even very delicious for Dirga and also Niar.

In the morning Arshen was awake and kept waking up Dirga. He wanted to play with his father who was still awake. Her crying finally woke her parents.

"Geez, Papih's son." Dirga gently rubbed Arshen's hair and finally she laughed back. Niar smiled at the cute behavior of this two-month-old baby.

"Bath first, yes. Just prepare breakfast for Papih," he said.

Dirga nodded while joking with her son. Niar's body feels fit because of enough rest. He immediately went into the bathroom. Then, she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her husband.

For two days Dirga asked doctors to treat Arshen. He didn't want anything to happen to his son. On the same day Nindy lay weakly helpless. Her temperature was high and she did not get out of bed at all. Arshen and Nindy have a strong bond.

Two men are enjoying coffee in a famous coffee shop. "Where's Nindy's condition?" ask Dirga.

"It's better, sir. What about my nephew? I'm sorry, I can't look at Arshen, "sorry Kenan.

"Arshen has improved, he has also come home from the hospital" Dirga replied. Kenan nodded in understanding.

They initially talked about work. He sipped his coffee and said, "Father permit you to meet Mamah."

Kenan chokes on the coffee he just sips. He did not believe what he heard.

"Seriously sir?" ask Kenan. Dirga nodded too.

There was relief in Kenan's heart, his smile was curved beautifully. His wife would be happy to meet his mother.

"Who will speak to Nindy?" ask Dirga.

For a moment Kenan thought. He looked towards Dirga. "Better you, Nindy is not too open about Mamah" explained Kenan. Dirga nodded in agreement.

He just had to set a time to meet with Nindy. However, he also has to wait for Nindy to recover first. Dirga knows how Nindy is. The more Nindy was forced, the more rebellious she became.

"I'm not talking now. When Nindy's been completely healed." Kenan also agreed. Nindy's body was still very weak.

The smile continued to expand. When his wife had a high fever, Nindy kept calling her mother's name. It was obvious that she missed her mother very much. Kenan could only hug her and take care of her. She also did not want to ask Nindy about her mother-in-law. His wife has not been open about it. Most have to understand. He also did not want to force. Kenan believes, when Nindy is ready to tell the story everything is certain he will also open.

In contrast to Deri, after hearing that her children had forgiven Septi. Deri sent out some of the clothes and skincare that Septi used to wear. It wasn't Deri himself who gave it, but his man. He doesn't want to be seen, let this attention be what he gives. To be honest, Deri still loves Septi.

"Hows it? Already?" ask Deri.

The money man dressed as the bailiff nodded. "Mother Septi suspected it was from the Father" he said.

"Let it go," Deri replied with an expanding smile.

Deri gave several pieces of red money to the prison officer. Then, he re-applied the car he was carrying.

"You know, I'm not a romantic guy. I will only act according to my feelings," he murmured.

Inside the box, Septi smiled. Moreover, every day there was always plenty of food for him. He won't enjoy it himself. He'll share it with a friend in one cell. Septi is known as a religious washcloth dweller because everywhere always carry a prayer beads in his hands. She's also a very humble woman and speaks polite words.

Septi knows who sent all this. No one knew about the skincare she was wearing except her ex-husband. A smile curvature was engraved on Septi's face.

"It turns out you still care about me, Mom," he murmured.

Septi's heart is as flowery as a teenager who has just felt the beauty of falling in love. The happiness was only for a moment, when the three columns called Septi back. It was the flower that found him.

"Mommy, I can't pay the rent. I only have two hundred and fifty thousand," said Bunga.

Septi was confused, he also had no money right now. There were also no valuables he had, except earrings. Without thinking, Septi took off his earrings and gave them to Bunga.

"Sell this, son. It cost us enough to cost us a month. Don't think about Mom. Don't bring your mama any food. It is for you and for you to survive. Mamah has nothing else but that," he said weakly.

The eyes of the Flower glazed over hearing the words of Septi. This mom is amazing. Though they had not long ago met, but Septi had sacrificed a lot for Flowers.

"Well, if I'm working, this money will definitely be changed," added Bunga. Septi shook his head quickly. He clasped the flower's hand tightly.

"Your friend helped you very sincerely. Never replace anything that Mamah gives," Septi explained with a soft look.

Flowers shed tears at the words of his mother. Septi's love was extraordinary to him. He was very sure, Septi's affection for Dirga and Nindy was like this. It could even be more than this.

"Thank you, Mah." Only that word is capable of Septi.

Septi just got in PHK. He was also not given a severance, so he dared to speak to his mother. He was confused, if he was evicted from the contract he would sleep where. When they are free, they will live where.

Flowers feel the affection of his mother is very sincere. Whatever his son asks will be given. Although, it should give up what he uses. Sell very valuable items or favorite items.

"I'll excuse you, Mah. I promise I'll find a job tenaciously. So that I don't always trouble Mamah." Septi just nodded with a smile that rose on his lips.

Flowers are very obedient children and do not talk much. He was truly a very independent child and had a very extraordinary fighting prowess. There is no giving up on doing anything. He kept trying and trying again. That is what makes Septi so dear to Flowers. Just like his affection for Dirga also Nindy.

However, today she remembered her youngest daughter. She felt her daughter was not okay.

"Ndy, Mamah's kangen. Don't you want to meet Mamah?" muttered.

Septi closed his eyes in a sad mood. He has met Dirga, Kenan and Deri. However, he has not met Nindy nor Niar. There was fear in Septi's heart. He was afraid that his son and daughter-in-law hated him. Although she is also self-conscious, she is a woman who deserves to be hated. Not to be loved, let alone to be pitied

"I'm sorry, Niar. Mamah has been very bad to you" Septi said.

"I'm sorry Mom Ndy, Mom has disappointed you" he said again.