I'm Not Taking It Again

Revision Again

UI is still hard on his decision, finally Niar who took the decision. However, she was looking for a good time to talk to her husband.

Today, Dirga doesn't usually come home fast. Dirga immediately hugged his wife's body because the son was asleep.

"Bring first," Niar said.

Dirga smiled and kissed his wife's cherry red lips. He also followed his wife. After finishing the bath, he invited Niar to sit on his bedroom sofa. Not letting Niar cook dinner for her.

"Why Pih?" asked Niar while gently rubbing the husband's face.

Only a rough sigh escaped from Dirga's mouth. Niar smiled and kissed her husband's lips gently. At the time of her husband like this, Niar must be able to provide warmth and comfort for her beloved husband so that Dirga does not look for a neighbor's blanket.

"Nindy" he answered briefly.

"Let Nindy think first, Pih. Nindy is not an open person, even to those closest to her." Dirga understood that, but until when would Nindy behave like this to her own biological mother.

"Mama misses Nindy a lot. If, talking about Nindy Mamah always cries," he said in a soft tone.

"That's a mother, Pih. Any mother will always miss her child, she will also be sad to talk about her children because they always feel they have not given the best for their children. Moreover, Mamah had indeed disappointed Nindy. Nindy will have a hard time accepting it, for sure" Niar said.

Dirga did not acknowledge Niar's words. He simply closed his eyes and continued to imagine his mother's face which already had a frown on his face. The face that used to always look beautiful, is getting older. His face also looks very clear. Especially if you see his mother crying, Dirga's heart will be very sliced.

"Not everyone can forgive the mistakes of others quickly, even though the mother's own mistakes. So, don't equate our apologies with Nindy's apologies. Must be different, Pih."

Niar's words opened Dirga's heart and mind. Everything his wife said was true. He can't identify himself with Nindy. Dirga smiled at his wife and warmly kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, has given enlightenment to Papih," he said.

Niar nodded and hugged her husband's body. This is the right time for her to talk to her husband about Niar's wishes.

"Rubber ...." Niar said a little doubtfully. Dirga still swooped both eyebrows. Staring at Niar with a confused look. Moreover, the look on Niar's face that looks different.

"What's up, Mih?" ask Dirga.

"Em .. why don't Mamih and Arshen duku who .. meet Mamah."

Niar's words were able to surprise Dirga. He looked at his wife in disbelief.

"Seriously?" ask Dirga.

Niar nodded quickly and a smile curled up on his face.

"Who knew Arshen could be a solace for Mamah."

Dirga could not say anything hearing his wife's words. His wife is a very good daughter-in-law.

"Mamih wants to meet Mamah. Mamih wanted to thank you for taking care of Papih and raising Papih lovingly until Papih can be like this." Dirga smiled and pulled Niar's hand into his arms.

"The wean is very lucky to have a wife like Mamih" he said.

They are a couple who complement each other and understand each other. Love each other unconditionally. Keep their love even though the terrible ordeal comes their way.

Today Dirga does not want to disappoint his wife. When lunch arrived, she immediately went home and told her secretary to cancel all her schedules. Niar who was still wearing house clothes was surprised when Dirga entered the house.

"Who? How come home?" ask Niar for wonder. How not, her husband said that he would be home by two. It's twelve o'clock now.

"The wean does not want to ignore Mamih and Arshen, too" he replied. Niar smiled happily and she accompanied the husband to change clothes.

"Arshen sleeping?" Niar nodded.

"What's that on the dinner table?" ask Dirga. He saw that there was already food.

"It was made by Mbok Sum" he said.

When she laughed, her husband was adorable.

"That's food too dear Mamih," replied Dirga.

"Yes, but it's not Mamih's cooking" he lamented.

Dirga grabbed Niar's waist and kissed the top of his head. "Nothing, Mamih," replied Dirga.

Dirga sometimes surprised, even though there was an assistant who helped him at home, but for the cuisine of the husband Niar does not allow his assistant to cook.

They enjoyed lunch first before going to the prison where Septi was punished. Dirga frowned when he saw a very simple food menu. There are only spinach, tofu and tempe bacem vegetables as well as potato parchment and shrimp crackers that become mandatory food companion for Niar.

"If Mamih's lunch is just this?" ask Dirga.

Niar nodded while feeding food to his mouth. Very simple food menu. Dirga gave a lot of money to his wife.

"Mih, this ...."

"It's not Mamih sparing, Pih. Mamih just want to taste the Mother's cooking. This simple mbok Sum cuisine reminds Mamih of Mother," he said.

Dirga rubbed his wife's hair gently. He knew Niar still missed his mother. However, his mother had to return to Malang after Arshen was forty-five days old. Want to go to Malang Arshen is not allowed to fly by plane.

"Prophey yes, Mih. We're going to Mother's house after the doctor allows Arshen to fly by plane." Niar smiled at her husband's words.

After finishing lunch, they returned to the room and it turned out that their son had woken up and was sucking the pacifier beside him.

"So much Mamih's son," praised Niar.

Arshen turned his head and laughed towards Niar. His hand asked to be held. When Niar was about to carry her Arshen the night cried. It turned out that he asked her papih to carry him.

"Kangen Papih, yes," said Dirga while bulging Arshen.

The baby boy looked comfortable on Dirga's chest. Slowly his eyes began to close again.

"Eh, sleep again" said Niar, chuckling. Dirga also laughed at Arshen's behavior.

However, Niar still changed Arshen's clothes because they were going to meet Septi in the garage. Dirga had put their luggage in the car. When he entered the room, it turned out that his son was handsome with clothes that matched his parents.

"It's very nice of Papih's son" he said. Arshen laughed like he was happy.

"You see Oma, yes," said Dirga. His son laughed even more.

"Oma must have been happy to meet this looking granddaughter of hers" Dirga continued.

Niar smiled happily at Arshen who seemed very happy with Dirga.

Today Dirga does not want to disappoint his wife. When lunch arrived, she immediately went home and told her secretary to cancel all her schedules. Niar who was still wearing house clothes was surprised when Dirga entered the house.

"Who? How come home?" ask Niar for wonder. How not, her husband said that he would be home by two. It's twelve o'clock now.

"The wean does not want to ignore Mamih and Arshen, too" he replied. Niar smiled happily and she accompanied the husband to change clothes.

"Arshen sleeping?" Niar nodded.

"What's that on the dinner table?" ask Dirga. He saw that there was already food.

"It was made by Mbok Sum" he said.

When she laughed, her husband was adorable.

"That's food too dear Mamih," replied Dirga.

"Yes, but it's not Mamih's cooking" he lamented.

Dirga grabbed Niar's waist and kissed the top of his head. "Nothing, Mamih," replied Dirga.

Dirga sometimes surprised, even though there was an assistant who helped him at home, but for the cuisine of the husband Niar does not allow his assistant to cook.

They enjoyed lunch first before going to the prison where Septi was punished. Dirga frowned when he saw a very simple food menu. There are only spinach, tofu and tempe bacem vegetables as well as potato parchment and shrimp crackers that become mandatory food companion for Niar.

"If Mamih's lunch is just this?" ask Dirga.

Niar nodded while feeding food to his mouth. Very simple food menu. Dirga gave a lot of money to his wife.

"Mih, this ...."

"It's not Mamih sparing, Pih. Mamih just want to taste the Mother's cooking. This simple mbok Sum cuisine reminds Mamih of Mother," he said.

Dirga rubbed his wife's hair gently. He knew Niar still missed his mother. However, his mother had to return to Malang after Arshen was forty-five days old. Want to go to Malang Arshen is not allowed to fly by plane.

"Prophey yes, Mih. We're going to Mother's house after the doctor allows Arshen to fly by plane." Niar smiled at her husband's words.

After finishing lunch, they returned to the room and it turned out that their son had woken up and was sucking the pacifier beside him.

"So much Mamih's son," praised Niar.

Arshen turned his head and laughed towards Niar. His hand asked to be held. When Niar was about to carry her Arshen the night cried. It turned out that he asked her papih to carry him.

"Kangen Papih, yes," said Dirga while bulging Arshen.

The baby boy looked comfortable on Dirga's chest. Slowly his eyes began to close again.

"Eh, sleep again" said Niar, chuckling. Dirga also laughed at Arshen's behavior.

However, Niar still changed Arshen's clothes because they were going to meet Septi in the garage. Dirga had put their luggage in the car. When he entered the room, it turned out that his son was handsome with clothes that matched his parents.

"It's very nice of Papih's son" he said. Arshen laughed like he was happy.

"You see Oma, yes," said Dirga. His son laughed even more.

"Oma must have been happy to meet this looking granddaughter of hers" Dirga continued.

Niar smiled happily at Arshen who seemed very happy with Dirga.

Today Dirga does not want to disappoint his wife. When lunch arrived, she immediately went home and told her secretary to cancel all her schedules. Niar who was still wearing house clothes was surprised when Dirga entered the house.

"Who? How come home?" ask Niar for wonder. How not, her husband said that he would be home by two. It's twelve o'clock now.

"The wean does not want to ignore Mamih and Arshen, too" he replied. Niar smiled happily and she accompanied the husband to change clothes.

"Arshen sleeping?" Niar nodded.

"What's that on the dinner table?" ask Dirga. He saw that there was already food.

"It was made by Mbok Sum" he said.

When she laughed, her husband was adorable.

"That's food too dear Mamih," replied Dirga.

"Yes, but it's not Mamih's cooking" he lamented.

Dirga grabbed Niar's waist and kissed the top of his head. "Nothing, Mamih," replied Dirga.

Dirga sometimes surprised, even though there was an assistant who helped him at home, but for the cuisine of the husband Niar does not allow his assistant to cook.

They enjoyed lunch first before going to the prison where Septi was punished. Dirga frowned when he saw a very simple food menu. There are only spinach, tofu and tempe bacem vegetables as well as potato parchment and shrimp crackers that become mandatory food companion for Niar.

"If Mamih's lunch is just this?" ask Dirga.

Niar nodded while feeding food to his mouth. Very simple food menu. Dirga gave a lot of money to his wife.

"Mih, this ...."

"It's not Mamih sparing, Pih. Mamih just want to taste the Mother's cooking. This simple mbok Sum cuisine reminds Mamih of Mother," he said.

Dirga rubbed his wife's hair gently. He knew Niar still missed his mother. However, his mother had to return to Malang after Arshen was forty-five days old. Want to go to Malang Arshen is not allowed to fly by plane.

"Prophey yes, Mih. We're going to Mother's house after the doctor allows Arshen to fly by plane." Niar smiled at her husband's words.

After finishing lunch, they returned to the room and it turned out that their son had woken up and was sucking the pacifier beside him.

"So much Mamih's son," praised Niar.

Arshen turned his head and laughed towards Niar. His hand asked to be held. When Niar was about to carry her Arshen the night cried. It turned out that he asked her papih to carry him.

"Kangen Papih, yes," said Dirga while bulging Arshen.

The baby boy looked comfortable on Dirga's chest. Slowly his eyes began to close again.

"Eh, sleep again" said Niar, chuckling. Dirga also laughed at Arshen's behavior.

However, Niar still changed Arshen's clothes because they were going to meet Septi in the garage. Dirga had put their luggage in the car. When he entered the room, it turned out that his son was handsome with clothes that matched his parents.

"It's very nice of Papih's son" he said. Arshen laughed like he was happy.

"You see Oma, yes," said Dirga. His son laughed even more.

"Oma must have been happy to meet this looking granddaughter of hers" Dirga continued.

Niar smiled happily at Arshen who seemed very happy with Dirga.