Not Mauku

Wallet Dery

All is done and Neat, Dery left before saying goodbye to Bi Taty he will return to work, who is preparing to pick up to the hospital is Mr. Mad and has prepared his car.

At the Hospital

In the middle of getting ready, tidying up Naya's belongings, Naya was already sitting in a wheelchair.

"Which.., our baby,?" looking at her husband again.

"They have to be treated in a few days, yes hopefully soon can be taken home as well" said Dimas as he approached.

"But..," Naya was worried.

"Let's just relax, they're safe" Dimas continued crouching near Naya.

"Dad is happy that Mother can finally go home too," kissed the back of his wife's hand.

"Em.., yes I miss home," said Naya.

"It's gone" Dimas added.

"What kind of a parent, then,?"Naya looked at her husband with a smile.

Dimas grinned, "Kangen everything."

"Hem.., let's see baby yuk first," invited Naya to feel kangen on her baby twins.

Dimas stood up and positioned himself behind the wheelchair and pushed Naya, "Ok, we're going to slide there."

Naya's lips painted a bright smile, just crossing the door Mr. Mad has been seen picking up.

"Prince Sir,?" Mr. Mad nodded respectfully.

"Yes sir" we want to see baby first, all the goods are ready inside" Dimas said, pointing inside.

Mr. Mad nodded and immediately picked up the item that Dimas had prepared.

Dimas continued his steps to encourage Naya to meet her baby, when he arrived there Naya looked at the two babies who were closed, unceasingly said sholawat, and carved a smile on her lips.

"Reply recovered yes strong, dear to go home quickly, Mother wants you to be with Mother, not here," said Naya staring gently at her baby.

"Dad too."

"I didn't dare to imagine I was pregnant, had children, didn't dare" murmured Naya quietly with a focused look toward her baby.

"Why do you have to be brave,?" Dimas glanced at it with his tail.

"Because on the one hand I also want to be a mother, give offspring to my husband, and sorry if I always bother Dad," said Naya staring at Dimas, who was not a mother, Dimas also looked at each other at last.

"Whoever is troubled dear, I do not feel that way, after all Mother my wife, it is my duty to do all that for the wife because it is one of the responsibilities of a husband, because it is one of the responsibilities of a husband, isn't that what you want, Mother,? and Dad will try to make my beloved wife happy 'this is me, '" hugged the wife.

"I'm far from perfect, far away" while burying her face in her husband's chest.

"Mother.., Dad is also an imperfect husband, many of his shortcomings, our task is only to complement each other's shortcomings."

''Sometimes I'm embarrassed, feeling so inferior, that's not-!"

Dimas lifted Naya's face and put his index finger on Naya's lips, "Have, do not continue, which is clear Daddy loves the same Mother and so Mother is very affectionate with Daddy hem."

Naya returned Dimas' gaze for a moment and then turned to her writhing son, Naya's smile returning to look at her two children.

Breathing Dimas Long, "Return yuk, come here again tomorrow."

"Yes," though heavy to leave.

Dimas takes Naya out of the hospital to the parking lot where Mr. Mad is waiting.

After entering and sitting in the back seat, not forgetting to wear a seatbelt, Mr. Mad turned the steering wheel forward his car, Naya's vision turned towards the hospital, forced to leave her baby temporarily.

Dimas understood his wife's feelings, "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we must take him home, just calm down and continue to pray that it's okay."

Naya turned her head for a moment until she finally leaned her head on her husband's shoulder comfortably.

Arriving at home, Naya in Dimas's cradle, entered the house, greeted happily by the residents of the house, all congratulated Naya, even though the baby had not been invited home they were very enthusiastic.

Zidan ventured over to Naya, "Mom, I'm sorry about what happened back then, I can't look after or help Mom," quietly and lowered my head.

Naya paused for a moment and then pulled her lips over with a smile, "Why should apologize is not your fault either, after all it's over, forget about what matters now that I'm fine."

"But.., I feel very guilty, therefore Mother must be born before her time," said Zidan again lowered his head.

"That's it, forget it," Naya shook her hands in the air.

"Already, my ghost has a lot of rest" said Bu Hesa, holding Naya up to the stairs, with Dimas.

But Naya did not move her legs, she saw Lisa's reddish legs, "Your feet why Lisa.?"

"It-it-it.., in the coffee flush ma'am." she replied while looking at the wound.

"God willing.., in what flush to flush,?" Naya curious.

Lisa replies again, "Eh.., doused in Dery's hot coffee."

"Can I, please,?" ask Naya again.

"Em.., coffee nudged Dery's elbow and spilled right into my leg" said Lisa.

"Hem.., has it been treated,?" Dimas is speaking.

"It."

Naya rests in a room that has changed its decor, so more dominant about the baby, Naya standing in front of the door sweeping the view to every corner of the room.

What was once a spacious room, now increased occupants, baby cabinets and two baby boxes perched in it.

"That enter,?" invite Dimas to embrace Naya's shoulder.

"In the future in this house will be decorated with baby cries that will make this house not quiet anymore" said Naya's father-in-law who just came.

"When did you come home, huh,?" ask Ms. Hesa to her husband.

"Just now" he said.

Naya kissed the back of the Father-in-law's hand and climbed on all fours onto the bed leaning back, "Eh.., who's that purse,?" Naya pointed at a wallet on the table.

Dimas turned his head and then took it, he looked around not his own.

"Yes we went down first" said Bu Hesa holding her husband, they came out of Dimas and Naya's room and Dimas closed the door while watching the wallet.

"Who's got it, then,?" Naya curious.

Dimas shook his head and then opened a ktp named Dery, he pulled the card, "Oh Dery wallet dear left probably earlier," and something made Dimas very curious besides his ID card.

A peep-faced woman's photo with Naya, Dimas sitting next to Naya holding the photo, glancing at Naya and glancing back at the photo, Naya also felt strange and curious, "Poto who the hell.?"

"This is Mother, isn't it,?" Dimas showed me a photo.

Naya shook her head, "No, her face is similar, but.., I never had such clothes, never had pictures, my hair was always long never that much," pointing at the short-haired picture on the shoulder.

"But., his face looks a lot like that," Dimas continued in surprise.

"It just so happens that time," said Naya.

"Note, the shape of the face, the nose of the eyes are the same, just different lips and eyebrows as well as eyes," said Dimas his eyes saw a photo for a moment and then saw Naya's face.

"Save that, put more love on the owner" said Naya.

Dimas also obeyed Naya's orders, entering the photo and storing the wallet on the table before, his heart was shrouded in curiosity because the face of the woman in the photo resembled his wife.

"Dad is still curious who," Dimas turned his head around Naya's collar but the one he spoke to was closed, then Dimas pulled a blanket for his wife to cover his neck.

Dimas down from the bed in the bathroom soaking in the bathtub seems comfortable and fresh is also a powerful way to neutralize something yes!ng wake.

Before entering the bath tub Dimas fill the water and drops fragrance therapy, then into the water bath tub soak, his eyes closed to enjoy the fresh water that covers his body.

"You don't want to have to fast, be patient,? hold as much as you can, and it should be possible until the time to break open," muttered Dimas speaking to himself.

Dimas approached Naya who was sleeping, he looked at the face of the wife and brought his face closer, Dimas exhaled as if stifled, his lips peeked, cheeks right and left, and lastly landed his kiss on b**** Naye.

Because it clearly feels something moist attached to the bi***nya, Nata blinked his eyes, it's true that the husband's face was a inch from his skin.

His burly hands began to play on the hill that is more fluffy because of the time of giving breast milk, "Yang, look out.., do not kebablasan, ngertiin dong, I new-!"

"I know, and don't worry about no obscurity" he said in a heavy voice, continuing to make out, confidently not doing more.

When the fun of making out to treat the longing, the knock on the door interfered with their action, Dimas suddenly woke up to reach for a towel that had slipped off his waist, Naya immediately tidied up the clothes that were disheveled because of her husband and immediately tidied up the blankets as well.

After reaching for the towel on the floor Dimas half-jumped into the bathroom, Naya took a long breath to neutralize her pounding heart, then Naya said, "Who.?"

"Mama" said Ms. Hesa from behind the door.

"Oh just go in Mak" Naya choked.

Ms. Hesa opened the door and came in with a tray of food for lunch."

"Here I bring for lunch, in waiting for you to go down, Bi Taty prepared it and I brought it," Ms. Hesa kept it at the table.

"Mama did not bother bringing it here, later also Brother came down, I just woke up," Naya yawned.

"Repot is upright, where's your brother,?" mrs Hesa asked to find Dimas' whereabouts.

"Em.., again clean-up times."

"Eh.., Mama says yes, you haven't had any experience, just born, right.?"

"Yes.."

"If the husband whines, ask something from us must be strong, not loved, because the wound in the womb is intact healing time, what's more cesarean, it takes months for ordinary and normal again."

"Well, it's gonna take months, huh,?" Naya curious.

"Oh yes, at least two to three months, but depending on ready or upright the wife as well anyway, which obviously takes time, do not be easily seduced by a husband who feels pain as well as us as women," said Ms. Hesa who sat near Naya.

Naya smiled faintly, "Yes thank you for reminding Naya."

"Yes are the same."

Dimas who again soaked, grumbled himself, there are obstacles, but just making out, no more really, this is also the understanding of napa,? you know the new wife is still a lahiran napsu, wonder."

After that Dimas came out, with a towel wrapped around his waist, without saying he took the clothes that Naya prepared and then he put on, glanced briefly at the food on the table, took the prayer mat and held it, he said, then perform the dzuhur prayer.

Naya looked from behind, feeling proud her husband had been able to pray alone, her reading had a lot of memorization, without being told to have his own awareness to pray.

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