I'm Not Taking It Again

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The three of them arrived at the women's box. Niar's heart was beating very fast because it had not met his mother-in-law for several months.

"Murmih's nervous?" ask Dirga. He felt his wife's hand very cold.

"Slightly," answered Niar.

Dirga smiled and gently rubbed Niar's head. "Don't be afraid, Mamih. Mama has changed," he said.

Niar's steps felt heavy, there was nervousness and fear that spread in Niar's heart. She was afraid of being rejected by her mother-in-law. Septi is sometimes good and can sometimes be scary.

"Oh, Mamih wait here first, yeah." Niar stopped his steps as he was about to enter the large room.

"Who? Why?" ask Dirga.

"Let's have a surprise for Mamah" he said. Niar was struggling with his nervousness.

Her husband confirmed Niar's words. Dirga gave room for Niar to calm down. Five minutes waiting inside, Septi came out wearing his usual prisoner's shirt. Dirga smiled at him. So did Septi, as a child he was polite to his mother. He kissed his mother's hand and hugged her body.

"It's for Mama." Dirga handed over the famous clothes shop paper bag. Septi's eyes glazed over because he knew this shop was selling expensive items.

"What's this?" septi asked with a trembling voice.

"Open it up, Mah" said Dirga.

Septi's hands look so nervous when opening the paper bag. Her tears just dripped when she saw the contents inside.

"Nope ...."

"That's for Mamah. It was Niar who chose it, "cut Dirga.

Septi could no longer hold back his tears. Dirga hugged his mother's body that was getting thinner.

"I have a gift of one song for Mamah" said Dirga.

Septi stared at his son with a question mark. The door of the room opened. Dirga pointed to the door, and Septi followed his son's index finger. Septi's eyes widened and his mouth shut.

His eyes were fixed on the figure of a baby boy who was smiling towards him. His face reminded him of his son when he was a baby. The need to hold the baby smiled at him.

"Niar" said Septi.

Intention drew closer and Septi grabbed a hand then kissed her mother-in-law's hand very gently. Septi's heart melos treated like this by Niar. People he hurt intentionally.

"Thank you, Mah."

Septi now wept at Niar's words. He instead kowtowed in front of Niar with sobs that sounded. Niar panics himself and asks Dirga to lift Septi's body. Niar doesn't want to see Septi like this.

"Well, get up, Mah," dirga's love. He had already grabbed Septi's shoulder and brought him up. Septi was bathed in tears.

Dirga took over Arshen from Niar's hands. She let her mother take out all her junk. And so is Niar.

"Excuse Mommy" Septi regretted in a loud voice.

Niar took his mother-in-law to sit. He clasped Septi's hand.

"I have forgiven Mamah since I was about to give birth. I've forgotten everything Mamah did" he explained. Septi was surprised to hear this quote from his son-in-law.

"Mother said, when I want to be born I have to let go of everything. Forgive me for the mistakes of others who have hurt me so that my birth is smooth. When I did it all, thank God Arshen's birth smoothly and without obstacles." Septi's tears trickled back to hearing this remark from his daughter-in-law. He did not expect that Niar would easily forgive him.

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.

"Mamih, I didn't cook lunch" she said. Dirga instead laughed and pinched the gavel cheek of the wife.

"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.

"Mamih, I didn't cook lunch" she said. Dirga instead laughed and pinched the gavel cheek of the wife.

"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.

"Mamih, I didn't cook lunch" she said. Dirga instead laughed and pinched the gavel cheek of the wife.

"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.