Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
welcome home baby Al
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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Counted on 3 days I was in the hospital room, actually tired of the smell of ethanol, and drugs. However, what the power of the command of the husband can not be denied.
"Bang, Salwa wants to go home ! the doctor has also confirmed today to go home!!" my interups.
Surprisingly, other people avoid hospitalization, other than because it is uncomfortable and expensive enough, let alone the VVIP treatment room must have consumed millions last night. But this mature guy beside me even happily scatter his safe, meningan used for me to buy boyband concert tickets or not buy crackers one warehouse.
"Yes today we go home," he replied, a sweet smile on my lips. bye bye soft food that makes my appetite less.
Om Mirza helped put my stuff in the car, after previously he switched professions to be a freight driver, bringing gifts given by people who visit like a transfer person.
"Bang, can Salwa ask you no?" I asked, who was sitting in the back of the car.
"Related?" her questions sat in front of me and baby Al, who had fallen asleep in my arms from the shock as the car started to run.
"Related??" I scrunched my forehead.
"You sure you just want to doang?" ask her.
"Yes," I replied, so I was confused.
"Would you like sun or a hug?" ask her.
Idih perch !! Please do not like fishing in murky water, om Mirza who is on the driver's bench looks amused to hear the wash of om Za. Stiff people if they fall like comedians who do not sell. And strangely enough, I like it.
"When are we in the field?" my many.
"It's only until you and baby Al recover" she replied.
As with other Indonesian traditions, there is nothing different from other customs in the archipelago, just different names. Adoe or what we usually call placenta or ari ari baby belonging to Al Fath has been brought first by umi and abi to the house in Medan, inserted in a canoe or pot of clay, and, then spiked by acidic salt and kitchen ash to dry and not rot. Not to forget the various colors of flowers and fragrances, as a symbol of the baby who had known to cleanliness and beauty.
The canoe was then planted under seuryueng (roof drain), if the baby girl was planted under the stairs. This planting place is associated with the position of men as breadwinners and women as household queens.
Baby Al moves wriggling squirm, his fingers wrapped by moving baby gloves want to feel freedom.
The car has arrived at the front yard of the house that is not too big, because it is a house in Medan is only a house if we are on vacation.
"Welcome home !!!!" All my favorite people are here.
"Yeee, it's officially mahmud !"said Acha, I was upset by the call.
"Hay baby Al, his soul mate aunty !!" abugn.
"Amit amit jabang baby !" my sarcasm sits in the middle room.
"Dihhh, do you want to have a beautiful and kind ghost gini ?" ask Acha.
"Big no, how are my children if his wife is as flabby as loe's mouth that has no filter, has not yet been poisoned puberty with the same thoughts of evil thoughts, enough Afrian aja, who accept all the shortcomings of loe," answer me,
"Honey, loe engga, bang Za is also rich so dong, have a lot of sniffing chest ngadepin bar behavior his wife!! is it not bang?? every day should be a lot of patience ngadepin loe !" Acha asked for a defense.
"Hey, mom mommy.rear turn kangen deket even maen thumping plump!" lerai.
"Unfortunately we are a big bun" said Acha and I.
"Finally Salwa kw, " whispered om Za to Afrian. Afrian coughed at the words of om Za.
"Sir, you better take a break, take Al to the room, "pinta om Za.
I went into the room with baby Al, I was a little surprised, the last room I left seemed normal. Now decorated with blue balloons with the words welcome home momy and baby Al. Don't tell me this is all this guy, and get this idea from google. Om Za walks up to baby Al, and puts her in a crib. He then took a flower bucket.
"As for the deck, you want to be the wife and mother of your brother's children, you've struggled. Even if our struggle is not finished, it is just about to begin."
Sweet, this mature guy. Instead of receiving the flower bucket, I swung into this man's warm embrace. I miss hugging him more.
"With the deck" he answered.
"Such sweet co??!!" chortled.
"Abang was born sweet deck, "he replied with a high level of piety like spruce tree shoots, I looked up since when the narcissistic jinn stuck in om Za.
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This is the one who became my challenge and test this time, suu*sui little Al, my style who also gave exclusive breast milk suddenly fell to the bottom of the sea, it turns out that giving milk to babies is not as fun as I saw on youkiub, p*ut!ng whose arin skin began to peel it felt sore, until it wanted to feel crying, when Al greedily sucked the source of his life, I had to squeeze the pillow. My eyes are a little watery holding back the pleasure of su*usu!.
"Sick on deck ?" ask Za who is always a living witness, my struggle to feed his son.
"Banget bang, "I grimaced.
"Great mother brother, and proud brother of it !" he said rub my cheek.
Luckily Al Fath is not a fussy baby and it is difficult to fall asleep, tomorrow we have to go home to Aceh. Because it is felt to have recovered, plus om Za who has to work. He could not stay out of his duty for too long.
"We have to go back to Aceh deck" said om Za.
"Yes bang, "
"Umi will hold a thanksgiving event as well as shaving hair for Al, brother also can not linger long leave," he said.
"Yes bang, Salwa !"
Al Fath was asleep, and Za was lying next to me. I stroked my hair softly,
"Do you still intend to go to college?" ask her.
Indeed there is my desire to continue college, plus at home there is also a Umi who can help me take care of Al Fath.
"Pengen the hell bang, but Al ?" i'm looking.
"Children are not an obstacle to learning, later if they have recovered well, brother will find a suitable university, " he replied.
I nodded in agreement, even though I would be left a semester behind from my class that should be, no problem for me.
Today om Za check the cafe before noon we all go back to Aceh, it happens that Mirza is still here. Instead, he was often here rather than in his own home, really the right hand and most loyal friend.
"Who would like a message? all brother out?" ask her, usually if I'm still pregnant there is always an item or food that I want and order from om Za, as long as I contain Al Fath, this handsome man doubles as an online ojek ,only difference is paid using love and affection.
"Emm ! lnga ! just this guy came home safe and still in love with Salwa !!" my answer. Om Za cupped my cheeks.
"Always !! no need to ask," she exclaimed, cheering my heart out with fireworks.
"Om Mirza wait in front !" I said, seeing Za's friend who was already like a lover who was not considered because of a long wait in the living room with a row of snack jars.
"Bring down first, "he answered.
"For so long, papa new !! you don't know what's waiting here !!" his nagging while sipping coffee made by household assistants.
"The mushroom said, it was one jar of abis chips !!" my sarcasm.
"Surely at last, brother will starve !!" the answer.
"Yes already deck, brother go first.fear later go to noon hunt !" I nodded to grab the back of his hand.
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"Za, has the email I sent arrived?" ask Za in the car.
"It's !"
"Keep, what's your decision?" ask Mirza.
"As I thought, "he answered looking straight at the street.
