Papa for My Baby

25. Pick up Azam

Finished the hot fight on the bed they also took a zunub bath. After that they just fall on the bed while watching a movie. The next night they did not leave their room and ordered dinner through room service. Because they are cape.

“Bang. About Azam again what, huh?” ask Mita. He misses his heart. A day of not hearing Azam's voice felt like there was less.

“Try Mama's phone. Ask Mama, Azam again what,” replied Hisham.

Mita picks up her phone on the nightstand and calls Nella's mom.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Ms. Nella.

“Waalaikumsalam. Ma, Azam what are you doing?” ask Mita.

“New to bobo. Still reined Papa,” replied Ms. Nella.

“Azam fussy no, Ma?” ask Mita.

“Ngot fussy. Lions play with Papa,” replied Ms. Nella.

“Alhamdullilah if not fussy,” said Mita.

“The answer is still there?” ask Mita.

“Still there. But only enough until tomorrow morning,” replied Ms. Nella.

“Means still enough,” says Mita.

Suddenly, Azam's voice sounded.

“Have been, Mit. Azam nangis asked to be carried by Mama,”, said Ms. Nella.

“Iya, Mother. Assalamualaikum,” said Mita.

Mita ended the conversation. He sighed and kept his phone on the table. His heart was sad to hear Azam fussing. Azam used to sleep while hugging Mita. Hisham watched Mita's face look gloomy.

“Why?” ask Hisham.

“Barusan Azam fussy. Ask to be carried with Mama. Poor Azam, he must be sad away from Mita,” Mita replied.

“It's okay, stay overnight again. Tomorrow we go home,” said Hisham.

“Sini.” Hisham stretched out his hand so that Mita would sleep in his arms. Mita sleeps on her husband's hand and Hisham hugs Mita's body and kisses Mita's lips. They're back to making out.

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The next day after finishing breakfast they checked out of the hotel. Before they go home they pick up Azam at Nella's mother's house. When I got to the front of Mother Nella's house, Mita immediately got out of the car. He walked near the gate of his father-in-law's house. Hisham parked the car.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mita when standing in front of the gate.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Mr. Joko walked out of the post and approached the gate.

“Pak Joko, please open the door!” said Mita.

“Eh, Non Mita.” Joko sir opened the gate.

Mita went straight into Nella's mother's house through the garage.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mita when entering the family room. Azam was playing with Mr. Bakhtiar.

“Azam.” Mita walked up to Azam.

Azam turned to look at Mita. “Ma ma ma ma,” chatter Azam. Azam raised both hands to be carried by Mita. Mita squatted in front of Azam and hugged Azam.

“Azam, Mama misses Azam,” Mita said. He kissed his son's face.

“Nye nyen.” Azam held Mita's chest asking for milk.

“Can already drink milk,” said Ms. Nella.

Hisham came to them.

“Azam.” Hisham called Azam.

Azam turned to Hisham. “Pa pa pa pa,” babble Azam.

Hisham stretched out his hand to hold Azam but Azam shook his head.

“No need to carry Papa?” ask Hisham.

“Nye nyen,” chattering Azam while patting Mita's chest.

“Oh, want milk only,” said Ibu Nella.

Mita held Azam to the sofa chair and sat down and breastfed Azam. Azam drank milk while holding his feet. Hisham sat next to Mita.

“How about your honeymoon?” ask Nella's mother.

“Custom only, Mah. His name is also the moon in the middle of the city,” replied Hisham.

“But success, right?” ask Mr. Bakhtiar.

“What the hell, Pa!” exclaimed Nella's mother with a glare.

“Papa Means. Will they be able to give us another grandchild,” replied Mr. Bakhtiar.

“Azam is still small. Time to be loved by sister? Poor Mita cape takes care of the child. Moreover, Mita is in college, later the lecture will be abandoned because of taking care of children,”, said Ms. Nella.

“Let's relax later Papa kasih baby sitter take care of Mita's children,” said Pak Bakhtiar.

“There has been Bi Ijah helping Mita,” Hisham said.

“Still less, Zam. Papa wants a lot of grandchildren. So what helps Mita must also be a lot,” said Pak Bakhtiar.

“Papa think giving birth is easy? Difficult, Pah. Besides it hurts so much,” said Nella's mother with anxiety.

“No need to give birth normally. In caesar let it not hurt,” said Mr. Bakhtiar.

Nella's mother was silent. Pecuma alone in the denominator, Mr. Bakhtiar does not want to lose.

Azam finished breastfeeding. He got up and sat on Mita's lap.

“Udah finished nyusu? Let's play again Grandpa.” Mr. Bakhtiar took Azam and invited him to play with cars.

Mita notices Azam playing with her grandparents. He was grateful that Mr. Bakhtiar and Ms. Nela would accept Azam as their grandson.