My Husband Is - Cuek

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The great pain when a mother gives birth to her child in this world I have felt. The long struggle of holding back the contraction for ten hours was already past me. Energy, emotions drained away. Only the little face of my little angel can now make me forget all the pain I felt a moment ago.

"Congratulations, yes, Miss Alma. Your son," said the specialist I visited the other day.

A smile also emanated from the face of my faithful husband waiting for me through difficult times. I don't know why I'm still a little bothered by Mom's laughter in the next room. He still holds his first grandchild and talks with Papa.

Thankfully, there is nothing to sew. Because according to Dara and a few friends on the sosmed, the stitches on****** are very painful. Especially without anesthesia. I can't imagine.

"Assalamualaik." Someone said hello. He heard her open the door too.

"Eh, Dara." Mother's voice welcomed. They were still heard talking in the front room. While I was alone with my husband in this delivery room.

"Alma, congratulations, yes. She was a mother. You're healthy, right?"

"Alhamdulillah. It was like, yes, it was like giving birth. Far from my guess."

"Emang why?" ask Dara. His feet were also still swaying slowly because the child he was fattening began to whine.

"This, Alma. Time to give birth, scream," explained Mother. I didn't realize he suddenly appeared and went into this room.

"Udahu, Reyhan grabbed her hair. Same yell gini, 'Because of you I'm pregnant and have to give birth.' That is," explained Mother once again.

Face warms. The mood became unsettled. What I did might sound amused in Mom's eyes. I was a little upset about it too.

Dara only blushed while covering her mouth with her glove-lined fingers.

"Till the whole thing, Al?"

"I nodded slowly and threw away my gaze." Embarrassed.

My handsome husband by the side who was still sitting just kept quiet and stroked my hand.

"Sorry, yes" he said.

When I turned my head, it turned out that Dara had gone out and had a chat with Mom and the others.

"I'm wrong, Dad. I've made you and you too."

"There are no other words to say but sorry. Because at any time I won't be able to feel the pain ... ."

"I am the more. Maybe I'm the only one who's fucked me."

Warm. Rey's arm was cupped in this body. I vaguely heard that he was sobbing. Breathe in and out quickly and hold as tight as possible.

"You crying?" manya curious.

"Maybe that's how my mother's struggles gave birth to me." He moved away and wiped the water that poured out quite heavily.

"When was the last time you went to Mama's grave?"

"I forgot. Maybe I'm too busy."

"Would we go there sometime? We're taking our son." I tried to comfort him.

"Hem."

**

Four hours lying on the clinic bed, I was finally able to go home. It's not easy, because you have to learn to sit and stand. Luckily this physique is quite strong.

"elvin. Dara was out before coming home. Tomorrow he's going home. He accidentally stopped by from the pharmacy. He stopped by because he met your father there. It turns out he didn't forget your father."

"Yes, Mom."

My son is still in my mother's arms. Iyem was busy bringing the bag into the car. While Rey, she took me in the car.

I'm a little uncomfortable. Especially when I see my husband's face holding a little weight. Even though he was silent until I managed to get into the car safely, I still felt bad. The last time I weighed before I gave birth was 73. It's great that this handsome guy managed to carry me.

Holding the infusion bottle, Rey looked exhausted and tried to catch her breath.

"Capek, huh?"

"Not really." That thin smile emanated so that I wouldn't be so worried like that.

"If the road will be slow, Alma," said Mother who sat in the front seat.

Dad, Papa, and Iyem get in Papa's car. After 30 minutes of walking, the car finally reached home. I try to walk slowly by myself. While training yourself. It's also a pity that Rey leaned on me again. It's nothing, last night it was to stroke my stomach because of the contractions. I don't want him to get tired of having to carry me again.

Baby cries filled my room. Apparently he was thirsty after Mom gave him formula at the clinic. My ASI is not out yet. But, it's okay. The doctor said it was natural.

Quickly, Bi Ningsih prepared the milk. Mom was busy calming my baby. I was so attentive to them. Maybe I can learn from my mom how to calm a baby for a moment.

"Cup, cup. Here, the mimic, dear," said Mother. He sat next to me. Appears the cute and clean face of this innocent man.

"Well, look. Your son is thirsty." The milk in the small pacifier instantly only stayed half.

I can only see it with a smile. Still muttering these lips give thanks for having given birth to a handsome, healthy, and perfect baby boy.

Eyes that slowly closed, still busy I observe. Smooth feathers and red lips blush and cheeks that float and deflate because the middle of pumping water into the mouth, into a beautiful view.

Her skin is smooth and soft. His dark brown eyes were even exactly the same as his father's. Although the doctor mentioned that my son is very similar to me. So did Mom, Dad, and Dara.

**

Bi Ningsih came and brought a white bowl. It turned out to be chicken porridge.

"This, Ma. Special porridge with chicken kampung. More healthy and safe." The slurry was taken by Rey.

"Let me eat alone."

"Don't. Let me bribe, yeah."

"You're tired, Dad. Rest there."

"No. Let me bribe you first."

"Don't make a fuss. The boy started sleeping!" snapped Mom. This made us both silent.

Although I forced to eat alone, in fact this did not make Rey comply. Until the last spoon point is still from his hand.

"yeah. Your eyes are red. Rest there," I said. Either this time he will follow my will or not.

"Yes. I want to rest, yeah. My head's dizzy."

"Hem. Aye." Yeah."

After giving the bowl to Bi Ningsih, Rey walked into her study. That's what Mom said. I also started to get sleepy in the hours of the day. A few minutes later I fell asleep too.

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