Love Shielded Risue

Don't go around, A'....!

Yahya is now three weeks old. But their homes are still crowded in the presence of pious people acquaintances of Habib Bilal or relatives of Ummi and also the late Abi Ustman.

Not to mention the relatives in Bandung, who began to approach again. Again consider Maryam as part of their family. It makes Mary happier and more grateful. Because, can feel the wholeness of his family after years of feeling a kara.

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Time shows at nine o'clock. After talking for a long time outside, Bilal entered his room. Look at his wife and his baby.

Seen the wife asleep with the right chest still open leading to the child who just finished breastfeeding.

"Astagfirullah, Hank...Yank.." he muttered as he approached. He also sat near his son. Then fix the open part, making Maryam gasp in shock because of the touch.

"A'a?" said rasping. Bilal smiled with his hands twitching the zipper on his wife's chest.

"Sorry, A'a woke you up."

"No papa, I was just a little surprised earlier. I really don't feel like sleeping like this." Merr looked at her son who was asleep.

"No papa. I'm sure, you must be tired. But if you can, next time be careful while breastfeeding, fear that your chest part covers Yahya's nose and mouth, it will be dangerous." Bilal touched his wife's cheek with a loving look.

"I'm sorry, after this I'll pay more attention. As much as possible to not fall asleep."

Bilal smiles. "I'm sorry, I met a lot of guests outside. You're cape alone."

"Not really. You will still occasionally enter for nengokin me and Yahya," he replied with an innocent smile. The look of tired and sleepy face Maryam makes Bilal look unbearable.

"MashaAllah– you really look tired, Yank."

"It's natural. Her name also has a baby. I had already felt it when I took care of Umar. Just that, the difference now.The richness of my emotions so slightly up and down," Maryam sat down.

"A'a understand, kok. the most important thing if you have a complaint is not to be asked, yes" he said, answered with a nod of the head by Maryam. For a moment Bilal turned to the table, where Maryam's food was still intact.

"That food hasn't been touched, you haven't eaten?"

"So wanted to eat, but Yahya urinated it was a long time suckling until finally falling asleep."

"Oh my goodness, have you eaten. Let Yahya I move to his bed."

"Iya–" Merr took off her messy hairband, after which re-tied it to make it neater before taking her food.

"It must have been cold because of his nasi," he said lifting the child to be moved. He also put Yahya's tiny cheeks on his lips with a feeling of affection, while stepping closer to the cot.

"No papa, even seger kok," he replied. Merr tasted the vegetable sauce with a little ogah-ogahan. The sleepy effect made him tasteless. "A'. I eat vegetables just as well, yeah."

"Why?"

"Not eating rice, it's late. Rich is not lust."

"Yank. precisely at night Yahya again strongly suckled. Eat the rice."

Merr did not answer he still ate his clear vegetable sauce. Then tofu cooked stews along with eggs is also rolade chicken.

Bilal approached, grabbed his rice and asked for the spoon in Maryam's hand. Spoon the rice first before dipping into the clear vegetable sauce.

"Yep, open his mouth."

"Seriousness. I'm not lust. Want to eat the sauce just like a side dish."

"Wouldn't be full if you just ate this, you should go after Merr. Now it's not just you, but for Yahya as well."

Merr relented, and then opened her mouth where Bilal immediately put a mouthful of rice into his wife's mouth.

"Tired of eating this continues" he complained as he chewed.

"What would you eat?"

"Pengen rada pedes dikit."

"Dear no. Please understand, yes."

"Yes, A'." she relented. "Did you eat like this for two years?"

"A'... The holiday is still a long time, right?"

"Another week. After this A'a starts to get active again."

"How about me and Yahya?" Pouty.

"There's Ummi, and I'll find a babysitter to help you."

Merr sighed then exhaled a little harshly.

"Don't do it, Yank. I work for all of us."

"But your work is far away. What can not, after there is Yahya you take his proselytizing call quite near here. Jakarta area, and west Java. Let's go straight home."

"Yank.. conveying shiar it should be as broad as possible. Besides, today's time is good, there's HP. We can let each other miss via cell phone."

"It feels different. You don't understand, anyway. Breastfeeding is sensitive. Sometimes there is a sense of wanting to be angry, sometimes wanting to cry is not clear. If there's you, I'm calm.When it's sad you can call me with your arms."

Bilal stared at the woman's face, stopping to speak. After that direct the next mouthful of rice towards Maryam.

"A'.." he was annoyed when he felt Bilal did not respond. The rice had not even entered his mouth.

"What the hell, Yank? Finish that's why."

"A'a is that, anyway?"

Bilal breathed. "Banyakin istighfar, yes. Tired you sometimes make the soul easily disturbed."

Merr did not answer but to take the mineral water in her glass. He refused the rice and chose to drink it.

"Yank, selenin."

"I am full" he replied softly, still rejecting it.

"A little more, yeah."

"No, no!" Merr shook her head. Bilal put down his plate after it grabbed his wife's body.

"I'm sorry..."

"Emmm!" answer's short. Makes Bilal give a kiss on the cheek.

"Dear."

"What?"

"Not to suck."

"No crap, just sprains!"

"I know you're tired. Now rest. As usual, at night I'll be a lot awake. You I woke up if Yahya would just suckle."

Merr did not answer but to return her husband's embrace. Made Bilal kiss his head.

"Dreams–" he murmured.

"Don't travel long ago anyway– I don't want to be rich long time no Yahya."

"For the next two months only Jabodetabek area really."

"Promise?"

"Promise dear– so that I speak first." Bilal pinched his wife's nose making Mary laugh.

"Sorry, his name is too. Not far from my husband. Reasonable, right?"

"Yes.yeah." Bilal kissed his wife's head again while gently rubbing her back area. Providing comfort for the wife through her love.