Not a Savings Woman

Mother milk

Ainaya blinked his eyes when he heard Bilal's moaning. He looked to the side where the son was lying. 

"You thirsty?" ask her lirih. Lifting the tiny body of the baby that also opens the eyes. He sat down on the sofa and stared at the clock hanging from the wall. 

"Well, you've been sleeping a long time." Swipe the cheek of the baby that began to contain. 

Ainaya turned to the closed door and suckled Bilal. 

About Haris has come what has not? If so, why not wake me up.

Without realizing it the door opened slowly. Haris stared at Ainaya at a glance and turned to throw away his face. 

"Other times lock the door if you breastfeed Bilal," said Haris from the doorway. 

The heavy voice surprised the dreamy Ainaya. He hurried to pull the scarf to cover his exposed chest. 

Yes, even though they had already seen each other's curves, Ainaya still had to be on guard, afraid that Jihan would find out. Especially at this time their status was floating.

"Sorry, sir," said Ainaya slowly. 

"I bought your ordered goods. If there is someone who is not suitable to throw it away," said Haris without staring. 

Ainaya nodded silently then covered his clothes after Bilal was full. 

He took the baby back to the bed and laid him down. Approaching Haris who was still beside the door. 

"Thank you, Mister. Sorry to bother." Ainaya hurried off towards the back. 

Haris stared at Ainaya's back, which began to move away and into Bilal's room. The corner of his lips painted a smile looking at the tiny baby that was currently sleeping again. 

"Papa's son, I think he's comfortable sleeping." Kiss Bilal's cheek gently. 

How happy is a Haris today, after waiting for years finally he has a son who will be the heir of his family. 

Tin 

The sound of the horn echoing made Haris frown. "Who's coming?  Mama, maybe" said Haris. He opened the curtains to make sure that there was something in front. 

It turned out to be true, Ms. Ida and Mr. Indrawan came. They were seen carrying a lot of stuff in his hands. 

Haris came out of that room. Coinciding as he was at the door, Jihan was already downstairs, the woman pretended to walk slowly and carefully. 

"Oh my goodness, Jihan, why are you out of everything? Where are you going?" Ms. Ida put down her luggage and approached Jihan and Haris. 

Jihan smiled thinly. "Boss, Ma. I want to look outside" he said convincingly. 

Bi Ida led Jihan towards the living room and helped her sit down. 

"Other times, you have to take care of your health" said Ida softly. 

Haris was silent, sitting next to his wife who was a little panicked. 

Either, every time he was near Ida mother the woman was always nervous even her attitude was almost every time read by Indrawan. 

However, the man remained silent without protesting or asking. 

"Bilal where is it?" ask Mr. Indrawan to remember the grandson. 

"He's sleeping, Pa," replied Haris checking the souvenirs from Ida's mom. 

Ainaya who did not know with the arrival of Ida bu and Indrawan sir came out making them stunned. 

Ainaya lowered his head. Think hard to find the right reason. Jihan looked at Haris hoping that the man would act quickly yet Ainaya mispronounced. 

"Oh yes, Ma. I haven't told you." Haris approaches Ida's mother who is still confused by Ainaya's presence. 

"Ainaya became Bilal's mother. I think breast milk is better than formula milk" Haris said. 

"Yes, Ma. Asi I couldn't get out so I asked Ainaya for help," Jihan said. 

Madam Ida looked at Ainaya's flat stomach. Approaching him. Ducking down, check out the fairly swollen Ainaya. 

"You just gave birth like Jihan?" ask Ida to investigate. 

Ainaya nodded without a sound. He was afraid that Ida's mother would intimidate him to the root, while he was not as good at lying as Jihan and Haris. 

Haris is approaching. He could not let his guard down and hoped that Ainaya would not dismantle everything. 

"Where is your son?" ask Ida again. 

Ainaya glanced at Haris at a glance at the omen asking the man to answer. 

"His son is dead, Ma," replied Haris, the origin who made Ainaya's chest tight. However, he could not argue given his slightly complicated circumstances. 

"Mother is deeply saddened by the passing of your baby, Nay. May you and your husband be given another baby soon." Mother Ida hugged Ainaya, giving the woman the strength to endure her ordeal. 

"I go back first, Mom," said Ainaya back to the back room. He could not bear to keep heavy near them. 

Ainaya closed the door. Dropped his tears that were piling up in the fertilizer. 

"Your team, why did you say that our son died. There are many reasons you can say.''

Ainaya stroked his chest. I don't know until when it's all over and hope his scratched heart recovers as it was. He was only in addition to following the charade that had been determined by Haris. 

Miss Ida to Bilal's room. Approaching the grandson and kissing his forehead. The typical aroma of the baby calms the soul of the woman who had been empty. 

"You're lucky to have a mother like Ainaya's, son. She is a good woman, and I hope you will be a good brother to her child" whispered Ida in Bilal's ear. 

Hearing Haris' words made Ida's mother slashed. Imagining the moment Ainaya lost her baby, surely the woman was muddled in grief. 

Haris leaves Ida and Jihan who are busy mengamut Bilal. He turned to look at Mr. Indrawan who was busy in the middle room. Then continue his steps towards the back. 

Without knocking, Haris opened the door to Ainaya's room, and the wife was sitting pensively on the edge of the bed. 

The look on his face was bending as if he was reluctant to look at her. 

''Why did you tell my mom that our son is dead, Mom?'' ainaya protest from the heart. 

Basically speech was a prayer and he was afraid it would happen to him. 

''Then what do you want me to answer, huh?'' snapped Haris occasionally gazed outwards. ''Say that your son is now my son and Jihan, ''' he screeched with his eyes fixed. 

Ainaya doesn't care, no matter how angry Haris is, he has to keep reminding me of kindness and a father shouldn't talk like that. 

''It's not like that, you can say that my son went with his grandmother, right?'' ainaya replied in a soft voice. She wiped away her tears that were still flowing. 

''It's my business, so you don't have to interfere. Your business here is only breastfeeding Bilal, not the others.'' Haris reminded me again. 

Ainaya. Tired of arguing with Haris who never gave up. In fact, the man would have mekian wrath if Ainaya continued to refute.