My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [The game awaits I ]

Like a baby who needs immunization. Later in the day is the Dalilah routine schedule for immunization and scales.

The new busyness of being a mother, made me devote more time with Dalilah. Enjoy every moment of development and movement. There was a feeling of not being willing to leave him even if only for a short shower.

This little baby completely diverted my world, even I did not mind if Kaysan did not contact me.

There was a lot of fear that I felt when I looked at Dalilah. Her clear eyes, her big nose, and the softness of her face scared me, someday she will become a beautiful girl who has all the good things that make her a 'hide' woman'.

I leave Dalilah to the nanny, after she is beautiful in a checkered patterned dress. Sadewa and Nakula's clothes. They think my daughter is a chess piece that needs a place to stand. Or, they think my daughter is ready to be invited to a Vespa touring, because the checkered clothes remind me of Nanang who slalu using a checkered sleeve shirt if going touring around the city.

Baby powder is something that drags me down at a time when I can only afford it to make makeup. The smell has not changed and I still love it.

I smiled, rubbing baby powder on my face. We're really going to compete.

"Mbok, Jani wants to call Mr. Santosa first." I said while carrying a baby bag containing Dalilah's needs.

"Neggih, ndoro ayu."

His name is Mbok Narsih, a courtier who was chosen by Father to help me and teach me many things in caring for a baby.

Santosa lost it all. Freedom and personal affairs that must be pending temporarily because the work that makes it will only be around me. His father gave him one of his son's rooms to serve as a temporary resting place until Kaysan actually returned.

"Sir Santosa..." I knocked on her door and called her name.

"Sir..."

The door of the room is open, Santosa who usually uses batik clothes and cloth pants now looks 'strange' when he chooses to use a casual shirt and jeans. His face was fresh as a shower, his smell was masculine, his hair was styled according to his age.

Duhai Ayahanda, wouldn't it be better if Santosa had a cooler name according to his face.

"If you want to find a girl, don't go to the hospital. Danger, you'll be injected." I handed the baby bag over to her while holding a smile.

"If I wear batik clothes and cloth pants. Later I was mistaken for a costume, a condition that was in the hospital." Guru Santosa who I immediately nodded.

"When will you be ready to be his bride?"

Santosa shook her head, "It still hasn't been seen, ndoro ayu."

"Stupid time.." I said. Santoso smiled and nodded.

"I'll go to the room first, Mr. Santosa, take the car."

Just after that, I headed to the room to carry Dalilah. Mbok Narsih comes with me, because if at any time I am faced with an urgent situation such as pee or pup keblet, Mbok Narsih can hold Dalilah, he said, because there is no way Santosa is a rowdy father who has not been an expert in babysitting who carries him. Maybe the Dalilah will be fussy.

My destination hospital is a private hospital belonging to the Nurmala Sari family. Clearly, Ayahanda had entrusted her doctors to give the best to Dalilah. And, all data confidentiality can be guaranteed safely.

I am grateful, the matchmaking with Nurmala Sari or dancing contest at that time did not have long tail. Nurmala Sari will even marry a Ningrat her parents have chosen. Wedding invitations have also been spread among nobles and important figures of the country.

Entering the Obgyn room, I was welcomed by the pediatrician who handled Dalilah at birth.

"Finally met also with the princess" he said while taking Dalilah from my sling.

"The ideal body weight, good. Keep giving exclusive ASI yes bubu Rinjani."

Wanting me to laugh, it turned out that the doctor still remembered the affectionate call between me and Kaysan.

"After immunization will usually have a fever, so prepare mentally and be patient a lot." The doctor looked at me and his smile grew.

Dalilah fussy? I have never faced it and what it would be like if Dalilah would cry.

"Let's go get a prescription drug. Don't worry." I nodded resignedly.

One injection penetrated Dalilah's thin skin, waking her up and her face started red from crying.

"There is still one more injection, Rinjani bubu can suckle him so that the princess Dalilah calm down."

I took a sitting position, and accepted Dalilah into my lap. I stared for a moment at Santosa.

"Mr is still here? Do you want to get vaccinated too?"

"Basic.." I said with a chuckle, which is true I breastfeed in front of the bachelor. His mind may travel everywhere.

The Dalilah is getting thrashed. His cry gripped the entire room, I looked at Mbok Narsih for help.

"Relax, ndoro ayu. Don't panic." he said as he took Dalilah from my sling. Mbok Narsih fondles Dalilah, singing syair canticles that make the sound of Dalilah slightly subside. I smiled, the Dalilah was never this big when crying. Perhaps out of shock, he became a rock n roll baby. Doctor ma'am stroked my arm, "That's normal, until the house takes the hot medicine." I nodded, looking at Dalilah in agitation.

BCG polio 1 immunization after one month is complete. The four of us are back home. I leaned my back against the back of the car seat.

"Why, ndoro ayu?" ask Santosa.

"As this whole day it's gonna be fussy." I exhaled, and turned to the red and swollen face of Dalilah. The pain is only for a moment, baby, so you're strong. Because the world that you will meet when you grow up, will be more cruel, I murmured in my heart, while harboring a kiss on the forehead of Dalilah.

"Let me help keep Dalilah" Santosa said. He smiled even though his eyes were focused on driving.

"Related?"

Santoso.

"Every day I monitor the condition of ndoro ayu and Dalilah."

I felt suffocated in a very heavy melancholy situation. It should be Kaysan who calms my nerves now.

The sky was still turning blue when we arrived at the parking lot. I carefully carried Dalilah.

"Mbok Narsih rest first, you also Mr. Santosa." I said to the two humans who became my right hand.

"Ndoro ayu no lunch? I have to report to Ayahanda the activities of ndoro ayu and Dalilah at lunch."

Again I sighed, I looked at Santosa and nodded.

"Please bring it to the room, because I don't want to leave Dalilah alone."

Santosa bowed low to pay her respects.

I only wanted to believe it because I needed it, but I could no longer pretend that I would eventually become a man; miserable.

Also, I still don't understand much about babysitting. Although a month has passed, the Dalilah today is really fussy.

I was agitated, confused, my mouth that could easily silence the mouth of Kaysan or the twins. But with Dalilah I lost, the concoction of affection was not able to reduce the pain in his body. Occasionally he sleeps only when the heat-lowering drugs react. After that he will whine.

In an instant I was already at Santosa's doorstep. I banged on his bedroom door. Santosa looked at me full of questions.

My breasts are painful, I have to compress them and pump them. This will be a 'taboo' topic to talk about with Santosa.

"I need to do something." I said with a deep smile, "Pacify the Dalilah, as long as you do not give false promises." I said as I reached out Dalilah to Santosa's hand.

"Beauty come with Santosa for a minute."

"My name is Samudera Adinoto Salahudin Rumi" said Santosa, "Kanjeng called me Santosa to make it easier for him to call me." explained Santosa. I nodded, and flushed into the room.

I prepared warm water to compress my breasts and breast pump. After that the ritual of pumping the breast lasts for half an hour. When I'm done, I'll have the pumping device ready for me to take to the kitchen and take over Dalilah. It's been a while since the ocean took care of him. He also needs rest.

Tonight, when I passed the hallway. I found Dalilah sleeping in Santosa's arms.

"How can you?" many wonder. Santosa has absolutely no blood relation to Dalilah, but why is Dalilah so comfortable in Santosa's arms.

"Don't you give me sleeping pills, right?" ask again.

"It could be that princess Dalilah misses her father, so she is comfortable in my arms, the arms of a man." My eyebrows. I hurried to get Dalilah out of her trunk.

"But his father is not you!" hatch me. Suddenly, Dalilah came back crying. Panic plagued me-again.

"Let me carry again, while Dalilah has no fever."

What is this, does Dalilah miss the warm embrace of Kaysan-or she is flirtatious with the handsome man holding her. He looks so calm when he is overwritten by Santosa. God, don't let Dalilah like om-om. Don't make it!!!

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