Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Eagerness Spirit

We were allowed to go home from the hospital this afternoon. Twenty-four hours had already passed, the infusion and other equipment had already been removed an hour ago. I was relieved to be able to move freely.

The obstetrician and pediatrician visited the room this morning. The condition of our baby was good, the doctor said while examining her. Baby Andra is a baby that is not too fussy. I heard the baby in the next room crying last night.

When the obstetrician asked me about my condition, I answered that there was no problem. I don't feel like I've been in the hospital for long. I want to take care of my baby at home.

I was advised to practice walking. While waiting for Ridho to take care of the administration, I circled the room. The stomach should not be asked. However, I must be strong for the sake of my beloved baby.

Slightly staggered, I held on to the edge of the bed. I took a slow breath to relax. This test is not comparable to the gift God has given so far.

"Be careful, donk! Don't be forced, son. If it hurts, rest first" Mother advised.

"Yes, Mom."

I sat on the edge of the bed carefully. My struggle to be a mother has just begun. I try to encourage myself that everything will be okay.

I heard the cry of my baby. Mom took it from the box, then handed it to me. Immeasurably happy when we see our baby breastfeeding spirit. I stroked her black hair and prayed for goodness for our children.

Be healthy, dear ....

So shaleh boy yes, son.

Grow up to be a strong, intelligent child, useful to religion and nation.

I kissed her cheeks and forehead after our baby fell asleep again. Baby Andra squirmed a little because of my touch. His mouth was slightly open from drowsiness. Adorable.

It was a miracle like that. Still don't think she's been in my womb all this time. A tiny baby who was white like Ridho, but inherited the shape of my face.

"Are you ready to go home?" ask Ridho to us.

Until I realized my baby's father was back. The face of baby Andra shifted my world. Ridho approached, then kissed our baby's face.

The mother who was packing turned her body around. "A little more, son."

You wait outside. Father and Mother promised to follow after returning home from work. Mother still has work in the office.

"Papa's son is a big hen, anyway?" Ridho stroked our baby's hair. "Huge fast, huh? Let's play both later."

"Well, I'm not taught to play, am I?" ask me while pretending to pout.

Ridho chuckled softly. "It's not, yeah .. do you want to play ball?"

I just smiled in response to Ridho's joke. Actually want to answer 'wait if you have a daughter later', but not comfortable because there is a mother. Surely Ridho more spirit teasing me.

We agreed not to use contraception. Delaying further pregnancy with natural KB only. Intentionally so that the distance between baby Andra and her sister is not too far away. May God give me another chance to have a baby.

"Have you finished all the prep work, Mas?"

"Udah, really. Next week we are asked to come again to the doctor's practice here. Next month the baby's schedule controls."

"Yes, Mas. You're in front, right?"

"There, really. I met you in the hallway, you were talking to his acquaintances who were looking at his brother."

I came to the hospital an hour ago. Only Mom accompanied us last night. I asked him to come home so he could rest at home. Early in the morning he would go to the store to check on the employees for a while.

"Oh that. Pantes doesn't hear his voice anymore."

Ridho just smiled. "Mas started lifting things to the car first, yeah."

"Ok, Mum."

"Mom, Ridho's down, yeah.".

Ridho simply nodded, then out of the room. I looked at the baby box to check on the state of our baby. Baby Andra had a good night's sleep after the feeding.

"Take him, Mom."

"Yes, Son. Hope that continues. Ado loh, the baby who often stays up late."

"That fuss, Mom?"

"Yes. You used to be." Mom's look looked bright. "But not every day. Just once in a while."

"Times, Mom? Crying or what?"

"Rememememember mom not crying. But I like to play games at night." Mother replied with a smile.

I came to imagine Mother's hassles when taking care of the baby. Right people say. We are fully aware of the sacrifices of parents, when we have children.

"Duh .. must be so sleepy."

Mom smiled back. "Lumayan. Fortunately, I want to help my son. Sometimes I feel sorry because I have to work in the morning. I told him to sleep, but I still keep the spirit of accompanying Mom stay up late. Maybe it's so happy because it's been waiting for your birth."

"Boy is a good father. May Ridho be too, ma'am."

"Yes, Honey ... Ridho seems to be a good father too."

"Aamiin's."

We went back to the story of the times when I was a baby and a toddler. A few minutes passed, Ridho sudaj back with the Father. They picked up the rest of the items that were still in the room.

When everything was ready, the nurse picked me up in a wheelchair. Mother brought our baby with her loving arms. Ridho has not dared to hold baby Andra for too long.

Slowly our car Ridho was driving out of the hospital yard. You followed us in the back. My parents offered us to stay at home. But I don't want to interrupt Mom's break. Let them visit home when they are not tired anymore.

Baby Andra looked agitated in Mom's arms. I was silent, confused as to what to do. Not used to baby care.

"Susuin, son!" pinta Mother's.

"In the gini, ma'am?"

"Yes. How about it again. I can't stand her momongin."

"But-"

"Mother knows you're still worried. No papa, really. Cover it with a hijab."

I also took baby Andra from her Grandma's arms. Mother patted her back slowly. I unbuttoned my robe. My baby is thirsty.

After she was satisfied with the suckling, I handed it back to Mom. The wound on my stomach is still very painful. Ridho stared through the glass trying to encourage. I smiled back at his attention.

In the middle of the trip, my eyes were pounded on a small cafe by the side of the road. Someone I know is sitting on the street. In front of him was a man. The closer the car is to the cafe, the more clear the woman's face becomes.

Silvi? Same who?

We haven't seen each other in two weeks. Last message last week. But Silvi never told me about a man who was close to her.

As the car passed by the cafe, I tried to focus on looking at the man's face from the side. It doesn't seem so foreign. Several figures I knew flashed through my mind.

Could Silvi have a boyfriend?

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