Red Noctah
The Part 109
Mama Bisma is seen coming with papa with sparkling face.
"Honey, thank God that finally my grandson has been born" exclaimed Mama Mita approaching the bed.
"Alhamdulillah, Mah, already, the baby girl." His eyes were back in tears again.
Mr. Hans and Mama Mita immediately approached the bed where baby Nashwa and Bila were.
"Darling ... congratulations yes finally the cute launching safely, hey funny once— this dear grandmother." Mama Mita cradled the tiny baby with anxiety.
"Yes Ma thank you" replied When smiling.
"His sister let the same Mama, baby, now it's your turn to fill the energy first," said the man interrupted. The nurse took a tray containing food from the hospital.
"I'm not too hungry yet, Mom," declined If I'm not interested.
"Let's take a bribe baby, you have to eat, let's recover quickly and go home quickly."
"Mas, I ate alone" prevented the woman who got the rejection of his wife.
"What the hell, you know if you can be alone, you want a great wife, I've born super cute children." If it appears mendes@h resigned, if the man has given the order, he can do anything other than obey.
Bisma fed his wife painstakingly, little by little the contents of the plate moved into the stomach of his wife, leaving the container empty. While her cute baby is being bullied by their grandmother and grandfather.
"Alhamdulillah has finally run out too, my wife smart, now taking her medicine from the doctor" the man said, returning the tray to the nightstand.
"Mas ..." call Bila, making the man turn his head.
"What, baby, what do you want?" Bisma approaching.
"I've got a suitable name, but don't know what you like?"
"Well try, if it means good, wear it" he said happily.
"Nashwa Farah Kamila," the woman replied.
"Nashwa is—harum, Farah means joy, if Kamila is from your last name Mas, Kamil which means perfect. So—aku wants this child to be a figure that gives the fragrance, joy, and perfection of our lives," said Bila smiling.
"It's good, baby, okay, hopefully be a child of blessing."
"Kok nangis, 'his birth already, I have also not pa-pa this," said Bila to calm her husband who is still speechless with the events that befall him today.
"I am moved dear, I am happy, may this happiness will still overshadow our family, aamiin."
"Amijn ....!"
"Are you scared, Mom, when I fainted?" he asked half a smile.
"Banget, I'm afraid you're leaving me, my heart is collapsing on the brink of anxiety." Bhishma erodes the distance, kisses his wife's forehead gently, while if himself is giving breast milk to his son. The two throw each other a smile full of haru.
After receiving intensive care for three days in the hospital, if you can go home. The mother of the two children is already very confused with Razik, their first child who must have been tucked in the place of her grandmother.
Everyone welcomed the return of baby girl Nashwa with great joy. The man plans to give a big thanks for the birth of their second child.
"Assalamu'alaikum ....!" The echoing greetings diverted the attention of everyone in the family room of Bhishma.
"Waalaikumsalam, dear .. welcome back, in our home," continued Bisma while summarizing his two shoulders.
"Dad!" razik shouted towards his parents who had entered the house.
"Hallo dear, the hero of Daddy, look at this Mother bring Nashwa," he said proudly. The little boy cheered happily in his father's arms.
"So, Azik will be busted together, huh?" said the boy sparkled.
"May you love." They go to the room that has been transformed into their nursery.
"Mas, is this Nashwa's room?" said amazed.
"Thank you, I love the color." The woman hugged her, while their baby was taken in by a baby sitter.
Their house still looks crowded with the arrival of relatives who deliberately come to encourage.
"You rest, you still get sick, don't do much activity" said Bisma worried. Considering his wife got a lot of stitches to her birth canal.
"No pa-pa, can't really make our bodies healthy," he said sure. Bisma simply smiled in response to his wonderful wife.
