Not a Savings Woman

Noddy

Jihan asks to go home by herself. He felt anxious when he was near Ida. Afraid that the woman would suspect that she was currently actually fine. In fact, much better than they thought. 

''Why do I have to be home alone?Mama can also take care of you, Ji, '' said Ms. Ida reassuringly.

Jihan shook her head while smiling. Occasionally glanced at Haris who was busy talking to someone behind his phone.

''You don't have to worry, I'm fine.'' Jihan walked slowly towards Bilal who was in the sling's arms. 

''All right, if that's what you want Mama to allow. But if you need anything, call mom.'' Ms. Ida tidied up her belongings and was ready to leave the hospital. 

Mom loved Jihan too. He couldn't have asked us to have another child.

Haris smiled triumphantly. Bilal's presence is the source of his household's happiness with Jihan, the woman he loves so much. 

Haris gets in the car with Jihan and her son, while bu Ida and Pak Indrawan ride in another car.

Almost half way to the house, Bilal suddenly moaned. As usual, the baby stuck out his tongue a sign of thirst. 

Jihan immediately took out a bottle of milk and stuck it on her tiny lips. As before, Bilal did not want to enter it just his crying was getting louder to echo filled the car room. 

"How is this, Mum? He doesn't want to.'' Jihan tries to calm down, but like her baby she really misses her original food. 

''You try again!'' tell Haris to panic and drive his car at low speed. 

Jihan tried again like the husband ordered. But nil, Bilal still did not want to open his mouth and cry. 

''How about we go to Ainaya's house? I don't want Bilal to do anything because I don't want to drink milk, '' said Jihan scared.

Haris's confused. On the one hand he was afraid, but he was also reluctant if he had to allow Ainaya to take care of Bilal. 

''How about we hire a person who will donate his asia?'' saran Haris. Because, at this time only the way out was passing through his brain. 

''Where did Ainaya go? If he's upset about why we're looking for someone else, '' Jehan refused to scream. 

It's not so, Ji. I just don't want him to stay with us. It's bound to get fucked up.

''Come, Mas!'' Jehan's screams spread Haris' daydream. 

''Alright, we'll pick up Ainaya.'' Haris is forced to follow the advice of Jihan, but also turn his brain around and find a way so that the woman does not dismantle everything. 

Haris stopped his car in front of uncle's house. He stared at the small, tightly closed house. Then get off after asking Jihan to stay in the car. 

Walk straight open the fence made of bamboo then enter. 

It was only fitting that Ainaya gave his son to Mas Haris. It turned out that his family was poor, so sorry for him. Hopefully after this her husband comes home and gets a lot of money. 

Jihan felt crowded seeing the state of the uncle's house that was far from decent. 

The door is wide open. The aunt standing in front of Haris bowed respectfully. 

''What did you come here for?'' ask aunty kindly. 

Haris looked inward. The front room looked quiet and there was no sign of anyone there. 

''Where's the ainaya?'' ask Haris in a flat tone. 

''There's in the room, sir. She was sleeping, said the aunt pointing towards the room in the middle. 

Haris entered and opened Ainaya's room. His feet weaved closer to Ainaya who was asleep on the bed. 

''Wake up, Nay!'' said Haris nudged Ainaya's hand slowly. 

His body that was too weak was not able to wake up until he was just silent. 

''What are you doing here?'' ask Ainaya again. 

''Bilal. He doesn't drink formula milk. And the plan is I'll take you home to breastfeed her for a few days."

Haris said his purpose by force. Still can't imagine if his son is in the care of the woman.

A smile rose at the corner of Ainaya's lips.

''You're not lying, are you? You actually told me to breastfeed our child?'' ask Ainaya to make sure. 

Haris looked at Ainaya sharply. ''Not our son, but my son and Jihan, don't you dare admit him. Or this family I will destroy, '' Haris threatened the umpteenth time. 

''And one more.'' Haris raised his index finger. Put on a serious face from before.

''Don't call me mas. Call me Sir. I don't want Jihan to be suspicious, '' she said firmly.

Ainaya nodded in understanding.

''All right, I understand. He's your son and Jihan's mother, not my son. And I have to call you Master like a nanny.'' 

Aunty came and helped Ainaya clean up her clothes. Prepare some of the needs of the woman from the smallest thing though. 

''Sorry, Mister. I just want to remind you. Ainaya had just given birth and could not do some things like lifting weights or something that made her exhausted. Must be careful.'' Aunty gave the bag containing the shirt to Haris. 

''I know, ''' Haris replied briefly. He brought Ainaya's bag out of the room first. 

Aunt helps Ainaya walk. As a parent, he could not ignore the condition of the nephew who was still weak. 

''Take care of yourself. If you need anything, call auntie, tell Ainaya who is already on the side of the car. 

''Okay, Bi, '' replied Ainaya and went in and sat in the back seat. 

Jihan turned her head towards Ainaya and instantly gave her baby who was still drowning in tears. Closing with curtains made it easier for Ainaya to undress. 

''Forgive me, dear, ''' said Ainaya with her guilt. 

He tries not to look pathetic, fearing Haris getting angry with his exaggerated attitude. 

Bilal fell silent after getting the real food. It was as if he was comfortable being in the arms of his biological mother.

''Your husband hasn't come home yet, Nay?'' nay Jihan as the car starts to go. 

''Not yet, Ma'am, '' Ainaya replied briefly. 

Haris pretends to be stupid and focuses on the streets.

''Very dear yes, you were left for a long time by your husband, if I might not be at home.'' Grab Haris' hand and kiss her. 

The kiss was not visible, but the whisper was clearly heard in Ainaya's ears to make his heart grimace. 

''Just relax, Nay. You breastfed Bilal, because now he is no longer your son, but my son and Haris. 

Ainaya said nothing. He can only hold his son and channel his passionate longing. 

At least Mama can be with you, son. No matter what happens, your mom will be right next to you. 

Ainaya promised that as long as he was allowed he would stay near Bilal. He will be the first to know the development of the boy.