My servant, Asha

Thank you, my wife...

After being allowed to see the baby, Arga was let out. Give them time to clean up the rest of the labor process. When she saw Arga coming out, Madame Wardah approached.

"How's Arga? How's your baby? How's Asha?" he asked impatiently. Paris who came to approach the mother with her wanted face.

"All right, brother?" asked Paris who looked at her sister's face like shock. The birth process still crossed his mind. Arga still remembers.

"Everything .. congratulations. Our baby, Asha, everything is fine" Arga said after managing to master her shock. Bruk! This man was sitting in a stainless chair outside the maternity room door.

"Oh, thank goodness ..." Mrs Wardah and Paris said it almost simultaneously. They sat down next to Arga.

Suddenly Arga hugged her mother. Because suddenly, Madame Wardah blinked her confused eyes. His hands did not immediately embrace his son. He's confused. Madame Wardah's chin was raised to Paris to ask what was wrong with her sister.

The head of Paris shook his head not knowing. But when he saw Arga's body tremble a little, he immediately returned the arms of his son. Paris could also see her brother still trembling.

"What's up, Arga?" ask mother lirih. Arga closed his eyes for a moment.

"I was afraid, Mother ..," whispered Arga.The hand of Madame Wardah patted her son's back. "I'm afraid of my baby, my wife too. I'm afraid they ...." Arga's voice raucous and laid out. Stuck there for not being able to continue his words.

"It's okay, honey. Didn't you say your baby and wife are healthy ... Relax, relax. The delivery is over." Apparently this big boy tried to look strong to accompany his wife giving birth. Arga couldn't really survive in that maternity room. He was angry and could not see the struggle of his wife. That's frightening.

"They're okay," repeated Ms. Wardah.

"I was thinking a lot of bad things earlier, Bun ... I'm so scared."

"That's natural. You were the first time you accompanied your wife into childbirth." Still stroking her son's back, Madame Wardah gave a sedative sentence.

"I didn't expect giving birth to be so scary. A mother's struggle during childbirth is difficult. I'm reminded of Mother."

"Idihhhh .. You accompany your wife to remember mother." Mrs Wardah patted her son's back with a wry smile. Arga took off his embrace.

"I feel so insignificant when compared to the struggle of the mother who gave birth to me. I feel so small. I also feel guilty for arguing, arguing, and protesting when you give advice." Hearing this, Madame Wardah was moved.

Paris who was next to them got carried away as well. I don't think they both have teary eyes. Paris who looked resilient also felt nervous as her eyes wet. He feels guilty too. Her brother's sentence made her think as well that she must have done a lot of wrong to her mother.

"Yes, yeah. Mother forgive."

"I'm sorry your son is mother, if you have been disappointed and make heartache."

"Eleh, eleh. Don't cry." Then Arga kissed Madame Wardah's forehead. He closed his eyes while grimacing at that moment.

"Arga dear mother."

"Yes. Mother also loves you. Never offend an Arga woman. Especially wife. No matter how weak a woman is, when giving birth like this, the struggle is very hard. But don't worry, he will be strong. A mother doesn't care about herself for the sake of her baby."

"Yes. I understand that more." Paris moved to sit closer to her mother and embraced her.

"Ouch. This child why is it following this way too?" ask Mrs Wardah amused.

"Sorry Paris, Bun. It seems Paris is a lot wrong too."

"You are omnahaaaakkkk, Paris," said the mother.

"Eh, so Mommy also counted her fault in Paris?" Mother hit her daughter's head slowly.

"You're based...."

Shortly afterwards the Asha family also came with the invitation of the house driver. Arga stood up first. Then follow the lady Wardah and Paris.

"How are Asha and her baby, Arga?" ask Asha's mother.

"Oh, thank goodness."

"Sit down, Mom. Asha is still inside. The baby may still be bathed." Mrs Wardah told me.

"Mother, forgive Arga if anything goes wrong" Arga said, bowing before Asha's mother began to sit down. He looked surprised. His eyeballs crept because of confusion. Trying to look up to Madame Wardah, wondering what's going on with her daughter-in-law.

Mrs Wardah gave the code to say yes to her iron, winking. Finally Asha's mother nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, if I haven't been a good daughter-in-law to mom. I promise to treat Asha better" Arga continued. Asha's mother's eyebrows shot up.

"If you are considered a bad daughter-in-law, how else is a good daughter-in-law. You are very good for your mother's child. Even perfect. So I should also say thank you to you who have become Asha's husband." Asha's mother patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

Mrs Wardah realized something. His son was probably so moved to see the amazing delivery. It turns out that accompanying the wife gave birth has a very good impact on Arga.

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After clearing the rest of the birth process earlier, Asha could lie still. Even as Asha looked healthy, she was transferred to the patient's room. Arga and family are also allowed in. Before long their baby came in a cradle by one of the midwives. Madame Wardah gave Asha's mother a chance to hold her granddaughter.

"Congratulations, Sir. Your baby was born safely. Gender male weighing 4.25 grams. A healthy, big baby" the doctor said humorously.

"Four kilos?" ask Paris in amazement. Mother also had time to widen her eyes when she heard it. They were watching the big baby in the real sense of it. Arga and Asha's babies are really big. Although the skin color is slightly reddish, but with such a large size, this baby looks like a toddler.

"You're obviously great, Sha. Pantesan Arga was so depressed after coming out of the delivery room. He feels very guilty" said Mrs Wardah as she approached the sleeping baby in her arms.

"Feel guilty? Why?" ask Asha while looking up. Staring at Arga who was beside him.

"There's nothing." Arga smiled to immediately stop his wife's question while rubbing his head affectionately.

"Then Asha was born this big too, Mom?" ask Ms. Wardah about the iron. Because he himself never gave birth with a weight of the baby above 4.00 grams.

"Yes. My two children were born none small. All are heavy."

"Wahh. So Asha goes with her mother. The baby's big." Slowly the baby stinks. 

"Well, Sha?" ask mother.

"It's not much, but it's out ma'am" Asha said in response to her mother's question.

"It looks like this baby is hungry and thirsty. Try breastfeeding first," said Ms. Wardah. Asha nodded. Fortunately, she was wearing a breast-feeding bra. Until it makes it easy to breastfeed.

Asha's mother gave the baby to breastfeed. Asha attaches ****** milk to her son. The baby boy immediately took a strong sip.

"If the boys are like that. Very spirit suckling. Same with girls." Madame Wardah smiled as she looked at her son who was standing beside Asha. It was Mrs Wardah's own experience while giving birth to her first son. Arga hendarto's.

Although the fathers have not yet appeared, happiness still envelops this family. Babies with large weights are born enliven the atmosphere that was initially crowded.

Babies who sip breast milk are born healthy and do not lack anything. All deliveries went well even though they were stuck at first. Arga saw everything with haru.

Seeing your struggle, I feel like I have to apologize. A mother's struggle is very hard. Starting from a fetus to develop in the womb to the amazing birth process earlier.

It is inconceivable that you women fought like that. I'm amazed. Thank you mom, my wife and mom... You girls are amazing.

"I love you, my wife." whispered Arga. Asha smiled as she looked towards her suckling son. "I love you both." Arga rubbed the head of his son who had thick hair.