My son, not my son

Chapters 17. Subriding My Quality Time

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The sound of the baby's cry echoed in the room of the married couple for about five years. Waking Fiya out of her sleep. But not with Arion, her husband.

"Yeah, it's a real fuss. No morning, no afternoon, no night, always crying?" cerocos Fiya at length.

Baby Nawal is still crying.

"Don't hear what I said? Shutup... Shut up.....!" pekik Fiya's.

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"Shut up!" her jolt again

Instead of stopping crying, the tiny baby was even more crying.

Again and again he squealed with his anger. He was very disturbed by the cry of a plain little baby who knew nothing. So that the scream of anger Fiya, successfully woke up Arion who was sleeping soundly.

Slowly Arion opened his eyes, straightening his hands. Then sit.

"What time is this?" ask her with a hoarse voice, typical of waking up from sleep.

Fiya did not even answer the man's question. He was still crisp with the look of a sewot face, frown, still clearly looks anger.

"Why the hell do I have to raise my voice this morning?" he said it again because it was not supported by his wife.

"Know before the eyes come up, smile. Greet the morning with joy, not with a raised voice. Anger is not clear."

Fiya was still listening to her husband's words. She knew very well that what her husband said was true. Fiya still remembers a long time ago, his papa message. "Will welcome the morning with a smile and do not snatch after sunset,"

Again Fiya confirmed her husband's words. It's not like she used to be in infancy. Not only him, all humans when babies cry are the language to adults.

"Try you check, who knows the diaper is wet. I want to make milk for her" Arion said at the end.

"Not only do they torture. Let me make some milk for him. I'm disgusted at changing her diaper. What if he's a pup?" reject Fiya.

"Are you able to? It's usually the brother who makes milk for Nawal. Do you know how much water and milk there is? Do you know how warm the water is?"

It's not that Arion doesn't believe in Fiya. But in fact, it has been a month since they brought Nawal from his mother, Arion is almost fully caring for and caring for baby Nawal. While Fiya? Reasons for work and work.

"I'm tired, I'm busy. I'm late."

That's always the reason not to touch baby Nawal.

But this morning, this sunny morning. The morning that had left the pitch of a gray night for Fiya yesterday. He feels his days are not as free as they used to be.

Today is a holiday. There is no schedule to go to the office. Because it's on the red date calendar. So there is no longer any reason for Fiya to refuse her husband's orders or help her husband care for and care for baby Nawal.

When she wanted to travel alone with her husband, it often did not materialize for about a month. Arion would rather not come along than leave baby Nawal alone at home.

Fiya felt quality time with her husband had been snatched by the baby. The baby is now his son on paper. What they usually like to share after he came home, is now almost nothing.

The attention that Arion often shows to her is even more eroded day by day. He feels removed now. He felt neglected. Not infrequently they are bickering just because Arion has more time for Nawal than he is.

"There, check first. The diaper is full or not!" still Arion's word. His voice was still calm and soft. He was well aware of what Fiya was feeling right now. Arion felt the same way. The difference is, it can hold everything in its heart. He knew there was nothing to blame anymore.