Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

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A nurse came into the room. He'll inject antibiotics through an infusion needle. Mother and Mother make room for him.

"After six hours of learning to lie down, ma'am" said the nurse, doing her job.

"Six more hours?" ask me while glancing at the clock that is round on the wall.

"Yes, Mom. Six hours later, you have to sit down. Twenty-four hours of walking. So that you can go home soon."

"That, huh? Thanks, Mas."

"OKs. Excuse me, Mom."

It was inconceivable how I should be able to move in such a short time with such a wide wound on the stomach. Repeatedly taking a breath to calm down.

Go, Reva! I tried to gather my own courage.

The cry of our baby. Mother took it to hand it in my arms. Mom helped me teach that little baby how to taste breast milk. It also did not come out of the water.

Mother took the unnamed baby, and then talked it over. Actually we were looking for a baby name when I was pregnant. When I was six months old, we checked with the doctor, the gender was already visible, the baby boy. Only, we haven't had the time to choose it.

After my baby fell asleep again, Mom put it back in the box. I felt a little envious of not being able to carry her. Mother memperpaiki the location of the mosquito net that was open.

"Well, it's good again." Mother looked at my baby with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Mother.

I closed my eyes that were getting tired. The body that was getting soaked with sweat made me uncomfortable. The nurse does not recommend turning on the air conditioner, pity the baby who is still tiny.

"We're home not for a minute, Papa?" I opened my eyes again to hear Mom talk. "You take some stuff, it's in a hurry haven't had time to bring."

"Oh. Please, Besan. We've been home for a long time. Scared tomorrow can't get permission for morning work."

"Yes, Mother. Thanks in advance."

"Thank you what, anyway? Grandson together." Mother patted Mom's arm slowly.

My mother smiled to respond to him. "Mom's back, son."

"Official." I held my thumb at Mom.

A few moments later, Mom and Dad. Ridho went into the room with Dad. I smile at them.

"Where are you, son?" ask Dad.

"That's fine, Dad."

"What is the operation wound?"

"The nurse said another six hours just felt, Dad."

"Wait for the dope to disappear? You're the spirit, yes!"

"Thank you, Dad."

Ridho came closer clutching my finger. "What do you need? Want to eat something?"

"Ng .. want some sweet tea, Mas. But I haven't got the gear."

"Yes already. I'll look in the cafeteria first, yeah. Specially? Fruit juice would?"

"Can, deh. Who knows how to get out the ASI."

"OKs. Wait a minute, yeah."

I nodded slowly. Father and Mother smiled at the attention of their children. Ridho was willing to look for my order.

***

Seven hours have passed. My legs are slowly starting to move. Already some nurses come to take turns changing infusions or giving drugs. Ridho held onto my arm afterwards, as if he was in pain.

The wounds from the operation began to hurt. Trying hard and not complaining for the sake of the baby is also my family. I'm trying to learn to tilt the body.

Ridho approached hearing my groaning. "Why, Yang?"

"Try tilting, Mas," I replied grimacingly.

"Don't tell me?" Ridho helped me tilt my body.

I held my breath withstanding the immeasurable pain. Only able to face right once, then left. Ridho grimaced asking me to rest first.

Only the two of us in the room Father and Mother were praying in Mushalla. Fortunately, our little baby wasn't fussy.

"Well, is that our son's name, Mas?"

"Have you chosen what we were looking for yesterday?" Ridho asked back.

"I like Andra. We'll find the next word that's appropriate."

Ridho looks to weigh for a moment. "Can. Let's call Andra first." Ridho stroked my hair.

The sound of footsteps came into the room next to me which was covered with curtains. The patient was in about two hours.

"Mom, why is her son formula-fed? The baby will choke. Not to mention if he's allergic to cow's milk." Looks like a nurse's voice.

"My son is crying, Ma'am. I'm hungry, like."

"Dairy formula should be given with the advice of a doctor. The baby was just born. No pa-pa has been given anything for three times twenty-four hours. The baby still has food reserves in his body."

I was silent to the nurse's explanation. We also almost bought formula milk. One of Ridho's office friends who already had a child resisted our wishes. He suggested we wait until night. Fear babies are confused ****** if quickly milked using a pacifier.

"It turns out a lot of influence, too, huh, Mas?"

"Huh?" Ridho looked at me. "What?"

Looks like Ridho didn't really hear the conversation in the next room. She was focusing on checking our baby diapers. His forehead is staring at me.

"That's. Bad consequences of the suffragette without the advice of a doctor."

"Oh .. mas ga denger. Andra's diaper is wet, huh. Confused instead."

"Wait for Mother to come back if so, Mas. Andra hasn't cried either."

"Yes. Just a little fidgety move."

My smile grew to see Ridho who was so enthusiastic about taking care of our baby. Although not fully understood, but his spirit deserves thumbs up. I didn't expect Ridho to bother taking care of such little things.

Shortly after, Mom and Dad returned to the room. Their faces look brighter even though they are tired. I'm grateful that you're willing to take care of our baby while Mom comes home.

"Bun, Andra's diaper is wet, nih."

"Andra's name? Duh ... granddaughter oma peed, huh? Patience, yes. We change the diaper." Mother stroked Andra's cheeks with anxiety. "Ready new diapers are the same, Dho."

"Good, Bun."

Ridho also reached into the baby bag to look for objects that Mother asked for. Sometimes his forehead frowned staring at some baby clothes. It may still feel foreign to him. I also do not really understand, only had time to see online posts, so not too blind like Ridho.

Mother prepares bedong and diapers on the mattress. He asked Ridho to take our baby from the box. Ridho's hand trembled slightly as he held baby Andra.

A small cry was heard while his sleep was disturbed. Mother held it for a while after changing baby Andra's wet diaper. Then we handed our baby to me.

"Try to get breast milk again, son. Who knows if there is."

"Yes, Bun."

Ridho helped me tilt my body to face our baby. Baby Andra started tasting ******. It felt painful and painful at first. It turns out that ASIKu started to come out. Our baby tasted it with passion.

I slightly held my breath holding the extreme pain. It was like being stabbed with a needle. However, the pain was lost to the joy of seeing our baby get his due. Return the gratitude I offer to God Almighty.

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