
A week later, Salma was preparing Rayyan equipment that they would bring to Lombok. Adit was playing with Rayyan in bed.
"The answer is really, Sal" said Adit who had observed Salma was busy pacing.
"Bring babies traveling far away is like us who want to go, mas. Rayyan needs a lot to know. Gotta bring her cutlery, lots of clothes, diapers, not to mention bring her toys too"
"Which we can buy there, don't take it from home. Like diapers we can buy in minimarket. Rayyan's clothes, too, will be able to buy there"
"Iiiiisshh... How is the purity, mas? Time to be used directly anyway? What about Rayyan gatel-gatel?" Salma clucked in annoyance.
"Stroller also don't need to bring, Sal. Although cabin size, but Rayyan already can walk. Let him walk there by himself"
"Kalo gendong Rayyan mulu tired, mas. Tau own son puffed up that, it's hard to be carried too" Salma quizzed Rayyan's clothes bag.
"Partially yes, all of this stuff ntar also put on the plane. There is also Asep who helps bring it, can be put in the trolley so just push, not Adit mas who will lift all this stuff alone right? If my clothes are told to reduce, I still want to. But if Rayyan needs, big no ya mas" said Salma as she folded her hands in the chest and looked at Adit.
"Yes, you bring clothes that make the way. If you fit in a hotel room, save time. So not tired of the nicotine" replied Adit origin while chuckling.
"Mas!" furious Salma.
Adit nodded, he refused to continue the debate from his business to long. Moreover, he also does not want the Salma packing event to be longer and will cause them to miss the plane.
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Arriving in Lombok, Adit's entourage has been welcomed by the company's representatives who work with Adit. Upon arrival at the hotel, they rest for a while in their respective rooms. Asep and bu Sari occupy a room not far from Adit and Salma's room.
"It was good that it was right on the plane Rayyan was not fussy" said Salma while putting Rayyan to sleep in bed.
"I'm also afraid he'll cry, Sal. He didn't know he was looking at the window even though he was just a cloud of prayer" replied Adit who was putting their luggage and luggage.
"Would you try to take Rayyan for a longer walk, Sal? Going abroad? To Disneyland? He must be very cool" continued Adit.
Salma nodded with excitement. "When?"
"Later yes, we plan again if the papa project here is already run. Let me spend a lot of time" replied Adit while peeping Salma's forehead.
"Mas Adit should find someone who can help other than Mr. Hendra, papa we already plan to retire soon. If both companies become merged, Adit will be much busier than now"
Adit nodded. "I will try as hard as I can, not to disappoint our parents, you and our children"
"Kids?"
"You want to start planning Rayyan's sister from now on?" Adit smiled as he raised his eyebrows.
Salma hit Adit on the shoulder. "Rayyan is only sixteen months old, ma'am"
"Sixteen months is big, baby. If it's new, it's only been two months. Who is still holding on, this Rayyan can already walk. Are you afraid you will be overwhelmed later? Afraid of babysitters? If you're afraid of the birth process?" Adit rubbed the back of Salma's hand.
"I'll always help you, baby. I always stay up late, right if Rayyan fussy malem-malem? Later we find a nanny together, so you can choose the same sreg you. Trus we can also find another hospital that can get me to nemenin you during c-section. How's it?"
"His very sad" Salma laughed softly as she rubbed Adit's cheek.
"My life is no longer young like yours, Sal. I don't want to when the kids are teenagers I'm tired of being like grandparents"
"But it's still pretty"
"If you're worried, you'll be tempted as young as I am"
"Hahahaha.O Allah, yes. Think that's it?" Salma pinched Adit's nose with her finger.
"Eat him, let's add another one so I don't think about it again?"
"What's the connection try? It's weird"
Without waiting for Salma's approval, Adit had taken off his t-shirt in front of Salma and threw it in any direction.
"Disofa yes, Rayyan just slept. Ntar if we wake up even we gatot" whispered Adit while pulling Salma's hand towards a long sofa located not far from the bed where Rayyan was sleeping soundly.
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After the death of Adit and Asep who left a while ago about work, Salma invited bu Sari to the beach which is not far from their hotel. This is the first time Rayyan went to the beach, the bully-bodied boy looks so enthusiastic to get off the sling of his mother.
His feet felt strange when he first touched the beach sand, but Rayyan soon adapted and forced down to play there.
"Bu Sari can rest well?" salma asked as she handed the toy to Rayyan.
Ms. Sari smiled stiffly, then shook her head. "I can't sleep because the hotel is deket beach, mbak. I was afraid that suddenly there was a tide. I can't swim"
Salma smiled. "I used to go to the beach too, Mom. Every time it runs out of the beach, it must always be bad. Still very horrified the sound of the waves, trus feeling kayak the waves as well. Just seremlah anyway"
Greetings paused his words as Rayyan was seen starting to stuff her sand-soaked hands into her mouth. "It's not food, baby. Rayyan will have a stomachache" Salma said as she cleaned Rayyan's hands.
"But since Adit's life, everything has changed. I even became seneng to the beach, and the nightmare was no longer coming" Salma continued with a smile engraved on her lips.
"Yes that's because Salma mbak there sleep, if I am confused who wants to hug" bu Sari laughed crisply.
"Hahahahaha. We also have to change the mindset, if the beach is not as scary as Sari shadowin. The hotel must have taken into account the safe distance of their hotel with the beach. So when there is a high tide, their hotel will remain safe. Unless it's a major tsunami disaster, we won't be able to estimate it"
Bu Sari seemed to sigh, then looked at the beautiful scenery that lay in front of him.
"Where, later we often go to the beach ya ma'am. Play sand, play water, watch the sunset, let bu Sari so seneng play to the beach. So if one day we vacation to the beach again, bu Sari will be happy to come with us" continued Salma while wiping the arms of bu Sari.