JUNIOR
part 49's
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Today Saga and Vana and their fellow colleagues are having a small picnic. It's behind their house, with super cool air.
Incidentally there is a fresh green grass that stretches wide, there is also a small lake that they think is very beautiful.
If it had not been deep, they would have bathed there, swimming freely like a fish swimming in the sea. Unfortunately the lake is small and certainly the depth is not affordable. Scary.
Saga and Vana just sat back, watching his friends playing the game in the distance.
Let's just say that the pregnant woman is sitting next to the saga. He can play and run like his friends.
Vana leaned against her husband's shoulder, hugging Saga's burly arm, while one man's hand moved around her wife's long mane.
“Pinjem HP,” pinta Vana weld, miss her watch drakor. Two days ago, Saga banned him from playing mobile phones.
The man gave her a pink-covering cellphone owned by his wife, immediately pushed aside by the owner.
“HP you, this is no data. Poor one who has!” the woman said, returning her phone to Saga.
“Bawel really, anyway! I want ci–lok.” Saga intentionally misses his words seeing Vana's response is not good.
Giving her phone to the woman, she took over Vana's phone and checked all the apps installed there.
“Tumben no enemies I,” murmured, when usually walpaper all chat application Vana using photos of Korean actors.
“They are just prettier than me, so I don't have to worry,” he said random, switching to the application Yutup.
“Buset, Yang, this is what your data is not exhausted, everyone is drakor on download. If I send a photo of me full RAM, how?!” her scolding lowered towards Vana who was lying down with her thighs as a pillow.
Vana ignored, focusing on Saga's phone featuring the funny of K–pop idols. The woman giggled to herself, ignoring her husband who had put on an annoyed look.
“Denger, no, I said what?” asked the man to set his tone as relaxed as possible.
“Yes, because you come home from work always afternoon, I'm bored. I was watching Drakor while waiting for you to come home.” Finally Vana replied, waving her lips a few centi made Saga anxious to see him.
“O, yaudah if so from tomorrow I go home in the afternoon, so I can nemenin you, yes?”
He nodded, sat his body facing the husband, then poured himself into the man's arms.
“Yeah, this couple! Romantic mulu!” timpal Azka envied, walked over while throwing a can of used drink towards Saga. Fortunately the man had evasive reflexes.
“Makanya lo quarry marriage, bye! Real depression sweet rich guy gini,” reply Saga smile tilted satirize.
The stoic Azka only stroked her chest briefly, running like a rabbit back towards her companions.
Basic, bully!
***
Saga and his parents, including Gibran, are beset by tensions and worries.
Currently they are in the hallway of the hospital, precisely in front of the operating room where Vana is ready to remove the baby for nine months he cared for in his stomach.
She had wanted to give birth normally, but her stamina was not possible and was afraid that later forced it could only be halfway through, until finally ending the operation as well.
The fear that Vana felt, when she saw the image of sharp objects that she saw from a room made entirely of glass, so that she could see how the contents of her stomach were already open. Scary.
Actually there is no pain in the slightest, considering before the delivery, the woman was first injected drugs to the extent of her neck.
It turned out that the labor process did not last as long as what he had thought before. In less than 30 minutes, his stomach closed again, leaving a scar. Not as old as ever.
He did not tell that, the important thing is that he just wanted his baby that he had been waiting for a long time. He also does not care about his body that will develop after giving birth. Maybe Saga didn't tell that either.
At first glance he heard the doctor say that the baby is female. As expected.
Not to mention that he had seen his little baby, the sisters immediately came out to bring the baby to meet Saga who was outside the room.
Can't ‘do these sisters let Vana see her daughter's face for a second? It sucks!
“Bu, kita langsung pindah ke ruangan intensif sekarang, ya!” ujar salah satu suster yang masih tertinggal.
Vana only nodded briefly, letting her brangkar be pushed out of nowhere. Now he can only stop.
Look at! Even Saga and the others were no longer here. Where are they going? Did they leave him here on purpose? So mean!
When the brangkar stopped, he felt someone's hand clasping his hand, smiling to look at the tired face of the wife, but covered with a happy look.
“Which son of ours?” ask the woman to Saga who is busy tidying up the baby equipment on the nightstand.
They will stay here for three days and it is a recommendation from a doctor for mothers who give birth by caesarean.
“Still in the baby's room, there's a mom of the same papa kok, there.”
“When can I see our son, darling?” the whining woman stomped her legs slowly, forgetting that she was sick.
“One more hour.”
“What?!”
“Not to worry. Our son looks like me, kok,” said Saga strangely.
Sakila Afhwa Askara's. It was the name of little princess Saga and Vana. A beautiful little princess whose face is very similar to that of her father. The nose is sharp, and the eyebrows are perfectly painted. Almost the entire side of his face was similar to that of Saga.
***
Four years passed ....
“Dad!” shouted a little girl who ran over to a man who was struggling with a laptop in front of him.
The man turned his head, smiled at his daughter and carried the little girl into his lap, pecked her whole face and let the girl play in his lap.
“Where's the name?” his question stroked the top of the little girl's head.
“That,” point Sakila towards the door leaf. There Vana stood with a glass of milk in hand.
Stepping over, the woman approached the father and son who were looking at her compactly, then thrusting the glass of milk in her hand towards the husband immediately Saga took over.
The man understood, Sakila ran away from drinking milk. How bad the little girl would be if she had dealt with milk.
“Drink the milk first, nih. Good to know,” said the man towards Sakila who was busy with a laptop keayboard, until the writing that Saga typed was destroyed because of her daughter's actions.
‘Still I monitor,’ Inner Vana breastplated. Sakila always obeyed her father.
Right ‘kan? The little girl immediately took a glass of milk from her father's hand until the toilet was left.
‘Fuck,’ Inner Vana again. It took a struggle just once before he persuaded Sakila to drink milk, but was ignored. Saga Turn?
Sakila is a father. Not a second away from his father. Vana, however, is always ignored. Okay, we change the title to ‘Givanna who neglected’.
Vana asked Sakila.
“Whose child's voice?”
Sakila answered the spirit, “Mama!”
“Please love who?” he asked again, hoping Sakila would answer the same as before.
“Dad!”
“Kok daddy? Darling mom, dong,” persuaded Vana is anxious to see her daughter.
“Dad!”
“Mama, do—”
“Yaudah, times if he is unfortunately the same as me, what can you do? There will be me who loves you,” timpal Saga joined Vana and Sakila. Don't forget his annoying smile.
“Ila also dear Mama!” sakila shouted in disbelief, Saga said that only she loved Vana. Sakila as well.
Sakila is dear to both, but not fair, aka one-sided. That means 70 percent to Saga, the rest to Vana.
***
Vana Sumuk, unable to sleep and busy once from earlier shifting his body looking for a comfortable position on the mattress.
She looked at Saga who was fast asleep beside her, then grabbed her husband's free hand and wrapped it around her stomach. Sakila slept in a different room, accompanied by her nanny.
Surprised, Vana rounded her eyes to see Saga who had woken up due to her violent actions.
“Sorry,” great-grandson Vana feels guilty.
“Why, anyway, belom sleep? It's one o'clock, Yang. Not one o'clock in the afternoon, yeah. At one this morning,” said Saga with her sleepy eyes.
“I can't sleep. From there it has been bristling, but not drowsiness. Even fear because you sleep, no one nemenin.” The woman tugged at the end of the Saga T-shirt under the blanket, looking at her husband with a puppy-eyes face.
Saga smiled ignorantly, sticking his face with the face of the wife who turned deathly pale.
Vana raised one eyebrow, even making Saga more and more mengawum his smile makes Vana's body heat up. How not? Saga is getting closer to him until now their bodies have been attached to each other.
“E .. darling, I think Sakila does not need adek,” said Vana with a hoarse voice. Damnit damnit! Saga must have thought things out.
“Why wait for Sakila to need adek? We do not know it solely because we want to add children, but ...”
Nah!
Saga turned off the table lamp on the nightstand, remaining hammock lights on top, causing a dim light
“Will you unite with me?” whispered the man right behind Vana's ears.
“I will.” Vana replied, smiling shyly.
Covering their bodies with a blanket completely, strengthens love accompanied by a dim light that he thinks is very romantic.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
T H E N D . . . .
