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At present, Khadijah is delivering his uncle and aunt to the Bayang Pane bus counter. Kak Khadijah and her husband Raka, will return directly to Binjai.

My grandmother and sister-in-law were resting in their bedroom. I was busy nursing my beautiful baby, Syakira. While my husband has fallen asleep and can not be disturbed anymore.

After nursing my daughter, I hurried to put her in the cradle so I could sleep well tonight. But, my maternal instinct prevented me from sleeping well, I had to be on standby to keep my baby, so that she would not cry because of her hunger or because of her pupils.

I tilted my body, so that I could look at her beautiful and innocent face without sin. When I looked at my baby, I remembered my birth mother, who gave birth to me, and took care of me for four years.

Maybe she left us to live with grandma is the best vaginal discharge she thinks. So that she could leave us both and live on my grandmother. At that time, my father also left us for the sake of another woman.

Maybe that's what made my mom want to leave us. In the past, before getting married and feeling the pain of giving birth to a life bet, my heart and mind began to change.

Slowly, I began to reconcile with myself and began to forgive the mistakes of my mother who had left us since childhood. I am sure, someday, we will meet, I said in my heart.

I finally fell into a deep sleep hugging my pillow. I wanted to dream of meeting my real mother, because since I was a child, I never saw her face. Sometimes I miss him so much. Whatever my day, I just don't remember her face, because my grandmother doesn't have her picture or anything.

So that made me imagine how my real mother's face.

Time passed, days changed, and a week passed. Today was the last day my grandmother was at our house, because she wanted to go back to our village, the village of the Elderly

I asked my husband to buy me some souvenirs to take home by my grandmother.

I helped my grandmother pack while my baby was sleeping in the cradle.

" You're fine here, baby, if the housekeeping is a lot of testing, and we have to be strong and stoic in the face of the test, and every exam there is always a silver lining" said the grandmother advising me.

" Yes Grandma, God willing, I will remember and obey all the advice of my grandmother" I said with a smile at her.

Finished packing, I asked my grandmother to have dinner first before Izal bang ushered to the Bayang Pane bus counter.

Finished dinner, then my grandmother prayed Maghrib in our house, so as not to bother if the Maghrib prayer at the bus counter.

" Be careful on the road, send greetings to uncle and aunt there" I said, hugging him tightly.

" Yes, baby, you are fine here" said the grandmother while kissing my forehead.

My husband drove Grandma on his motorcycle.

Grandma waved her hand at us with a smile.

After the departure of my grandmother, I felt lonely at home, even though there was still my sister-in-law and my beautiful baby, Syakira.

Right now, my baby is sleeping in a baby box. I rushed to the tv room to tidy up the already dry clothes, which my sister-in-law washed clean.

I feel helped by my sister-in-law.

I just cook food for us, and take care of my baby. When it comes to laundry, my husband does it and does the dishes and the house cleaning is done by my sister-in-law.

An hour later, by the time I had finished tidying up our clothes, my husband had already arrived in front of our house. I hurried to the door to open the door.

" Assalamualaikum", said my husband.

" Wa alaikum greetings", I said with a smile at him.

" Our daughter is still sleeping, dear?" he said.

" Yes bang, very sleepy, I was surprised, usually every two hours, he would be thirsty, ask nyusu, this was two and a half hours" I said as I walked to our room.

I checked my baby, who was awake and playing by himself while sucking his fingers, without crying.

After I was full, my baby went back to sleep in my lap. I hurried to place it into the baby box that was near our bed.

My husband smiled at the way I was kissing my baby's face.

" Ntar woke up in it, adek so bothered again nidurkan kayak kemaren night, so stay up all night deh mama later", he said while hugging my body.

" Dek, your nose how much longer dear, Brother has two weeks more than not got rations" he said, whispering into my ear.

" Patience is dear, two weeks away, because there are still many nifas adek" I said with a smile.

" How can I let my junior get rations, already on the tense dear", he said while kissing my face.

" Sister to the bathroom just there using bath soap, so steady, usually men is the way to be channeled" I said while teasing him.

" She was the same brother, ntar kebuang donk seedlings superior to the channel vessels" he said again, while groping my body, making me feel amused.

My husband got more and more excited as I returned his kiss and fondling with passion.

Finally, we had a romance without intercourse, so that my husband's sexual desire was channeled in a satisfying way.

I went to the bathroom, to clean my body, because I was sweating. I smiled to myself, remembering our funny actions.

Finished with my activities in the bathroom, I put on the pajamas I used to wear. I saw my husband was fast asleep, and our baby was the same.

I lay my body on the bed and put on my blanket. I fell asleep while hugging my pillow.

Two hours later, my baby was crying, probably from hunger. I leaned against the wall to breastfeed my beautiful baby Syakira so she would fall back asleep.

After my baby fell asleep, I went back to sleep.

Time kept turning, days changed weeks, weeks changed months, not felt, my daughter was six months old. Now, my daughter has eaten the rice team with my own eggs and vegetables, to make it more nutritious and hygienic.

" Assalamualaikum" my husband said with a smile on his face.

" Wa alaikum salam", I replied.

" My dear again maem ya" my husband said as he kissed our daughter's cheek.

" The strong yes dear maemnya so fast and healthy always" said my husband again.

I smiled at her attitude too.

Since Syakira was born, every day, my husband will take the time to come home to our house in jl am rest.

After lunch, he returned to his office. I'm happy with the changes that have happened to my husband, he's becoming more responsible and more loving to us.

May our relationship be stronger and harmonious, and happy, until death do us part, I said in my heart.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, when my husband came home from work. We were chatting, and suddenly my husband's phone rang.

" Assalamualaikum om" he said.

" Wa aleikum greetings son, om sorry in advance if it interferes with the time of son Izal, but there are important things that we have to convey to you" said my uncle across the phone.

" What's up" my husband asked worriedly and worriedly.

" You have to go back to the village, because...