MY DEAR SON, MY POOR SON
Bingikisan From Aisha
Qiara felt her PD pain due to her ASI that started rushing. He felt a fever due to ASI that was not delivered to his baby.
He just lay sleeping in his room. Sang Mami was watching a reality show on one of the television stations.
Ma'am Yanti was busy bathing baby Fanya. After bathing, he made formula milk for the baby who was crying because of thirst.
"Mi. please carry Fanya first yes, Yanti wants to wash her dirty teats"
"Oh, it was Yan, Mami's legs again tingling this" he said casually with a gaze not turned from the television screen.
"Yes told her Mama was a big one" Yanti said as she passed into Qiara's room.
"Eh.ehhh. Herei.biar Mami who is carrying Fanya" said the in-laws as he stood up from his seat and walked towards Yanti.
"From there cake!" Yanti sat in her heart.
He then returned to the kitchen washing the pacifiers and sterilizing them, further cooking, washing dishes and washing dirty clothes with a washing machine.
Herman, the husband who now also lives in the house was about to leave Ngojek, he who is an online motorcycle taxi driver is ready with a green jacket of his pride. Helmets with matching colors with a jacket are already hanging over his head.
"Breakfast first" Mas Yanti said to her husband
"And you had breakfast?"
"Not yet, he hasn't been out of the room from earlier"
"It's not nice to have breakfast if the host hasn't had breakfast" Herman said
"I have breakfast outside, buy cat rice at the base" he continued
Danu soon came out of her room. He was neat in his work uniform.
"Mii...Qiara has a fever, please look at her because Danu wants to go to work" Danu said to her mother-in-law who was sitting on the sofa holding Baby Fanya.
"Eh, is Mas Herman ready to go to work? breakfast together first yuk" Danu turned his eyes to Brother-in-law who was preparing to leave "Breakfast is ready, right mbak?" he continued asking Mbak Yanti Yang was arranging food at the dining table.
"Udah" replied Yanti
"Yes, my mother. We're having breakfast together"
The two men had breakfast together. While Yanti continued her work drying clothes in the garden behind the house.
After breakfast, the two men prepare to leave for work.
"Mas, would you please buy some fever medicine first for Qia huh? the Pharmacy front. Here'smoney. Return for gasoline mas Herman aja" Danu handed a picture of the former president of the first Republic of Indonesia.
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Wire.kringgg..
Danu's phone rang. He who had just parked his motorbike in the office immediately took the cellphone in his jacket pocket.
Call from Mama "Yes, Ma.hallo"
"Assalamualaikum" said the Mama From there.
"Eh, yes, Ma. Waalaikumsalam, what's up, Ma?"
"Should your sister Alisa call Mama, she says your wife won't breastfeed your child?"
"Geez, cooking is just like that Kak Alisa ngadu with Mama"
"Mama don't be so good at Qiara like this. Kasian later he'll be depressed, Ma. Whether she wants to breastfeed a baby or not, that's Danu's wife, Ma"
"And......."
"Maaa...Danu is her husband. Danu does not want Danu's wife to experience Baby Blues, she still does not even want to take care of our baby, let alone breastfeed. Instead of being told why, a depressed new mother kills her own child, so Danu tries to keep what Qiara wants. Until she can accept the fact that now she has become a mother" fierce Danu
"She knowingly married and not using contraception, should know the consequences that she is ready to get pregnant and ready to become a mother. You just have to ask your wife so that she wants to breastfeed your child, however Mother's milk is still the best for the child, he is not working so he should be able to give full ASI exclusive to your children"
"Udahlah, Ma. Don't be too organized for us. Danu's late for the phone call from Mama"
Tuttt...
Danu disconnected the phone
"There are only those in question, just do not give ASI a big problem, ahhh.." muttered Danu while hitting his hand in the air. He got off his bike and ran up the stairs in front of the office door.
"Wahhhh...Hot Daddy we are, Congratulations yes, it's the Father now" Rea office friend greeted Danu as he was about to sit at his desk.
"Thanks, bro"
Soon Aisyah came to Danu with a large package of "Mas Danu, this is from us - we for baby Mas Danu, may be a son of Solehah, devoted to parents" Aisyah handed the parcel to Danu with an indecipherable look.
"Thanks yes" he said looking at the hijab girl with a stern look in front of him.
Danu's black-eyed bead collided with Aisyah's gaze, the girl who had my eyes was unconsciously staring at the married man. For a second they looked at each other. When Danu received the parcel from Aisha, her hand accidentally touched Aisha's hand.
"Astaghfirullah" Aisyah muttered softly as she realized Danu's hand was touching her hand. As fast as lightning he turned around and returned to his desk. While at the table next to Aisyah, Friska and her friend Kost were observing her behavior. He often sees Aisyah secretly stealing glances at Danu.
When the afternoon break arrived, Friska invited Aisyah to eat in the cafeteria.
"Ca..lu like Ama Danu huh?" to the point Friska asked Aisyah who was familiarly called Ica.
"Ihh.what the hell are you"
"Gue used to look at her, you gushed to look at Danu"
"No!"
"Gu deh, even from before Danu got married, I know you have the same taste of Danu"
"What the hell Lo"
"The order is neng" the shop owner put two glasses of orange ice, a cup of rawon and a bowl of Madura soto on the table of two girls who were arguing.
"Ntar in the room we open-open huh?" friska Goda
"Open-shirt?ogahhhhhhh! Eike is still normal, hahaha" said Aisyah. The two girls were laughing
After lunch, the two girls headed to the office mosque and performed Dzuhur prayers there. When Aisyah and Friska had finished praying and were about to get out of the mosque, at the entrance they passed Danu who came with several other male colleagues.
Friska nudged Aisyah's arm. "Tuh. tuh" godanya.
"Lu don't be crazy, Fris..!" said Aisyah when she was away from Danu's entourage and her friends.
"Lu don't want to be an actor, do you?" Friska teased her friend again.
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