Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

270. My son too!

I'm glad to hear his words. He praised my story even with just two thumbs. I also want another comment from him.

"I wonder how you can think of such a plot. The first chapter is good, especially the next chapter?" ask Arga again.

I smiled a little, happy with the compliment.

"I'm just writing down what's on my mind" I told him.

"If only I could, I'd like to be like you. It seems exciting too," he said, clamping his chin with his hands.

"You want me to teach you?" my many. It seems that if our profession is the same it might be fun. We can exchange ideas with each other. Maybe even when I don't have an idea he can contribute a little idea. Or many?!

He nodded his head and then invited me to sleep together.

I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing my son's cry so loud. I am tired because of lack of sleep yesterday. Having a newborn baby makes a hassle at midnight, they wake up more often at night than during the day. Sometimes he wakes up from the time he is twelve and will only sleep before morning. That's what's making me tired. It's also impossible that when he woke up I left him to sleep alone.

With a sleepy head, I opened her wet diaper, not only wet but also dirty because she was having a bowel movement.

Using a wet tissue I cleaned the back of it.

"He's up again?" Ask Arga now behind me.

"Yes he's up, pooping."

Arga suddenly snatched the wet tissue I was holding. "Let me clean her, you make her milk. I'll take care of him until he goes to sleep" he said, making me feel bad.

"Don't let me do it. You've been tired all day working" I told him. I feel sorry to see his tired face like that. It wouldn't make him have to wait for our son all night.

"It's okay, I feel even more sorry for you because you look tired." He began to clean the back of the dirt, with no disgust cleaning it and replacing his diaper. Seen very shrewd, I am proud of him when he once told me that when Gara was a child he did not take care of Gara. As a result of being busy with work, she gives responsibility to the caregiver. Now he says he wants to take care of our son.

"Are you not tired after a long day at work?" ask me to him.

"Capek, but if you see Azka tired of being lost," he said again. He now teased his son, asking him to talk as if the boy understood what Arga was talking about. I pulled both corners of my lips, pleased with the interaction given to Azka. Although the boy did not understand, but I believe he understood the meaning of the love given by his father.

Arga takes Azka to the bed. She patted the boy's thigh gently, Azka no longer crying, I approached them both sleeping on her side facing my baby, preparing to give her breast milk.

"Have he done, he can drink breast milk, I can't" said the man, making me tickle him. Don't let him want to play a game.

"Can't you, later if you follow drinking ASI Azka to be given what?" ask me with stuff. "I'm sure it's not just milk you drink, it's honey!" say again. He smiled grimacingly, I understand what that smile meant.

"Can't fuck around. Not forty days, "seven me on his nose. He pursed his lips.

"For a long time, must it be forty days?" ask her a little whining.

"Yes, the puerperium is forty days, no one should protest. After all it was a time of healing for the mother who had just given birth. Do you have my stomach still swollen and recovery period to be pitted?" ask me with a little angry.

"But forty days is long." He put his face on the pillow. I laughed when I saw it was funny.

"Indeed like that the provision. Patience, after forty days you will feel it again."

He lifted his head looking at me with a pitiful look, like a kitten asking for food.

"I feel like I just want to die, forty days is a long time" he said.

"It won't be long if you don't wait, don't wait until later also know it's been forty days. Are you still bleeding, will you be comfortable? I just feel scared," I said, shuddering in horror.

He snorted in annoyance, as if in protest. "Yes I will wait, forty days if not waited it seems not to be long too," he said again resigned.

Azka had started to fall asleep again, she suckled so strongly that it felt like the tip of my chest hurt. A little bit of a scuff there. Mom said it was natural because I was the mother who had just given birth and chose to give her exclusive ASI, Mother also had experienced it first one week later the blisters will also disappear and will heal by itself.

"Aww!" Inadvertently I grimaced in pain, making Arga become worried.

"Why you?" He asked quickly.

"My breast tip's a little chafed."

"Is it really that sick?" ask again.

I nodded my head. Indeed it feels quite painful, especially if exposed to milk that comes out continuously without being stopped, it feels sticky to stick to the container in there.

"Is there a cure at the doctor?" he asked again, his tone increasingly sounding worried.

"I didn't know the doctor should have the cure. But no papa I said another week will also be healed," I said trying to calm him.

"I feel sorry for you, how about just put it in the pacifier? Let's not be in pain anymore?" ask him again.

"I don't want to! My childhood was given to drink from a pacifier? I wanted to suckle her myself," I said with annoyance.

"I'm just giving advice so you don't get sick. I feel sorry for you."

"But I feel even more sorry for my son for not getting his mother's attention!" I still get upset.

"Yes, if you want it that way. I dare not ban it anymore. You are the best mother for my children." He smiled and rubbed my cheek gently, so I felt comfortable from the touch.

Arga wakes up and moves Azka back into her box. He then lay down beside me.

"Say her sleep dong hug." His request sounds spoiled.

"Just hug the door, there's no other show!" Threaten me with a sharp eye. Again he pursed his lips.

"Yes. Resigned me. At most tomorrow's solo play," the crack sounds miserable. I couldn't help knowing I heard him say that. Imagine how he did it himself in the bathroom. Is it possible that just like that she feels good?

"Eh, I want to ask you a little," I said close to him.

"Ask what?"

"When you play by yourself, what's good?" I can't help knowing me again this time. Laughing a little loud but soon shutting my mouth was aware of Azka in this room.

Again he snored. "Why do you ask that? Of course, if playing alone tastes bad, it's still better if there's an opponent playing," he said sounding a little annoyed. I still laugh let alone see his face like that now.

"Yes, you're sleeping now, don't remember it again, later if you really want to be dangerous!" I said, this time stopping my laughter at him. Afraid also if I don't stop laughing he will be reckless, even though it seems impossible too!

We both went to sleep.

***

Morning's approaching. I woke up alone in my room. When I saw the scenery outside, it was already brightened by the sunlight. I looked for arga but there was nothing in the room, also looking for Azka. There's nothing here either. With heavy strides I searched for them outside. It turned out that the father and son were sunbathing in the backyard. Both were undressed, bare-chested in the morning sun.

"Why don't you wake me up?" ask him as I move my feet closer to him.

Arga opened his sunglasses. "I feel sorry for you so I didn't wake you up. You look so tired."

I sat in a lounge chair beside Arga, just as the two of them were enjoying the warm morning sun. 

"I didn't realize I was getting up bad. Sorry to bother you. You're not going to the office?" ask again.

"Later a little regret, the work is not too much anyway. So leaving a little afternoon is also not a problem" he said casually. The glasses he had taken off he was wearing back. I stroked Azka's cheeks, she did not move, her eyes closed, her breathing regularly heard by me. He seemed to be enjoying his time with his father.

"Have you gone to school?" ask again.

"Yes, Sari who drove him, will also wait for him to go home to school later. You don't worry about him, just focus on Azka now" he said. Honestly, I can't be like that. Azka and Gara are my two sons.

"So, you're telling me to ignore Gara like that?" ask him.

He opened his sunglasses and kept them on his head. "It's not like that, Because you already have your own nanny, I don't want you tired of taking care of two children at once," he said again. It's not wrong with what he said, but for me it's okay to take care of both at the same time.

"I don't have a problem with that. Because of my son too. Besides taking care of him is also not difficult, now he has grown to understand what is true and also wrong," I said.

Arga looked at me. Hold my hand and hold it with your thumb. "You're a good mother. But you still have to take care of your health, remember also to get enough rest, "tell me. I nodded my head. Very understanding of what he said just now. After all, since I have Azka, I also spend most of my time taking naps. With Azka and also Gara.

We enjoyed the morning for a while here. Enjoy the warm sun that hits the skin. Until the sun was hot, we went back into the house. 

Azka was still sleeping soundly so Arga now put her back to sleep in the room.

"Geez, I'm so sweaty" said the man. I saw her skin a little striped, more black on the part that was not covered by Azka's body.

"I took a shower first." He pulled on me and went into the bathroom. I sprawled back beside Azka, looking at her face that bore no resemblance to mine at all. It feels good because he looks more like his father. Eyes, nose, lips, all belong to Arga.

***

Living the life of being a mother made me understand the meaning of life. Heavy indeed, especially because I have to divide the time to take care of both of them, but I live it sincerely. Because I know from there I will get ridho and also happiness.

I am very sorry for Azka. Every time he came home from school he would clean himself up and go into my room, help take care of his sister, invite him to play even though we knew Azka did not understand what her brother was doing.

"When can Azka walk?" gara asked as she picked up her sister's dry pants from inside the wardrobe.

"It's still a long time. Why why?" ask him while putting the pants on to Azka.

"It seems that Dede Azka has been able to walk exciting," he said while paying attention to what I did to his sister.

"Could you have a way to do what about you guys?" ask again.

"Main ball, play hide and seek, play rope," he replied.

"How about playing with the rope?" many confused. "Main rope for girls."

"Well, is it okay men can't jump rope?" ask again.

"There's no problem either" I said.

"Why don't you just play war? Shootings for example? Is that a man's game?" ask me about Gara.

"Don't want to ah, play war or shoot like it's rough. Not allowed such a rough toy, later if the war play there are weapons Azka dedek can be injured," he said while playing his sister's hand. I smiled at his words. Still small he has such attention, hopefully in the future he will be more affectionate to his sister.

I reached out to Gara, asking her to come closer to me. I hugged his body and I kissed him on the forehead. I love him like my own son. No one can doubt my love for this child. Although she was a child not born from my womb, but she had made me a mother long ago, already before I had my own child. Gara, a child born of a good woman, even though his father was not attentive to them. So this time, I will pay more attention to him.