
"Mommy's so hungry, let's have breakfast now," I replied later, not knowing what to answer Alena's question so I turned her attention this way.
Though the truth about me being hungry is also the truth. Last night together with Mas Haris turned out to be very draining of my energy.
"Yes Papa is hungry too" Mas Haris later said, but once he was on my side.
Mom and Dara try to stop their laughter.
"Yes already, let's eat," Alena broke up anyway, Mas Haris immediately crouched down to hold our little girl.
"Later doctor Anton will come here to check on Alena, huh?" said Mas Haris.
"Ready Pa," replied Alena obediently. And I smile every time I see the interaction like that. Since yesterday Alena is very active, just in case so Mas Haris has asked Anton's doctor to come.
Mas Haris even plans to prepare a nurse or a personal doctor for Alena, so if there are only minor symptoms we can all deal with it immediately.
I can't resist all of his decisions, nor do I plan to argue. Because it was all done for Alena.
Dara finished breakfast saying goodbye to go home, Alena until whining to hold back so that Dara does not go. They both got along very quickly.
"This morning Aunty left for a while, later tonight Aunt stayed again," Dara broke up so Alena would not cry.
"really? promise huh?" alena replied, she stretched out her little finger.
"Yes Promise," replied Dara, not just sticking up the little finger. But Dara also hugged and kissed the face of the nephew.
"Well, Aunt Dara's gone. I have no playmates" lamented the 5-year-old.Alena will be 6 months old, somehow later, may Alena start school or homeschooling. About this had started to occur in my brain, but of course the main thing is the health of Alena first.
"Why talk like that, can there be a Papa who can be Alena's playmate?" reply Mas Haris, he seemed to not accept Alena's words just now. I saw Haris so like he wanted to compete with Dara to get Alena's attention.
"Yes different dong Pa, Aunt Dara is funny," replied Alena, now she was in the sling of Mas Haris with pursed lips.
"Wasn't Papa funny?" ask Haris again.
"Funny, but just a little," Alena replied, I laughed when I heard the answer, instead of Haris and Dara, Alena was the funniest.
"Let's go in," I asked, the two of them were arguing here instead.
"Alright then, Papa will try to make Alena a sister, so later if Aunt Dara is not here Alena will have a funny playmate" said Mas Haris later, as quoted by the media, after he and I stepped inside the house.
His words made me almost choke my own saliva, because the shadow last night so vividly remembered in memory.
"Sister?" alena asked anyway and Mas Haris nodded enthusiastically.
Geez, I can't afford to be in the middle of this conversation. Makes me feel embarrassed. Our steps were paused when we heard a car entering the yard of this house. We opened the door and turned around to see who was coming.
We thought it was Dr. Anton, but it wasn't. That was Namira.