Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

292. Azka Fever

Today the plan is we will go to the waterfall, we have planned from a few days ago. However, Azka is fussy from last night. Her body had a slight fever, it seemed like because yesterday I took her to the rice field in the middle of a hot day with a lot of wind. The plan to the waterfall we had to cancel.

Azka cried continuously from this morning, it was very difficult to relieve her crying. Just a moment to shut up and then cry again. The compress did not escape his forehead, the mother helped take care of Azka, a little overwhelmed because the child did not want to be put to sleep in the mattress. Although he was sound asleep on the lap, but when put to sleep in the mattress he woke up and cried. Arga and I got less sleep because they took care of Azka all night.

"Mom asked Bi Sari deh, find a clinic for Azka," said the worried mother of her grandson.

"Yes, Mom. Please yes." I took Azka, thrusting my d*da tip to give her ASI. However, the boy did not want to at all, instead getting rid of him by using his hands while crying.

Mom immediately went out with quick steps. Because the one who was near me tried to invite his sister to play. Usually the crying Azka would stop if Gara invited her to play, but this time she could not be persuaded by anything. The toys that Gara put out were quite a lot, but Azka was still crying very hard.

"Azka do not cry, later you buy candy and bread," said Gara persuaded while playing the hand of Azka. From the look of his eyes looks very worried about his sister who continues to fuss.

"Azka does not want to stop crying, Ma," said Gara.

"Yes, Bang. Fussing continues," I said while trying to calm Azka. All the way I did, cradling him while standing in a slow motion swinging him to the right and to the left, but Azka still cried.

Arga had just come from the kitchen with a basin of warm water. His face looked very worried about Azka. The half-dry compress that was on Azka's forehead he took and dipped it into the basin.

"Duh, Papa's son. Why the cry, son? Cepet healed, dong. Poor Mama tired from earlier carrying you," said Arga anxiously. Arga's handkerchief is now back on Azka's forehead, occasionally Azka tries to get rid of the wet object from there.

"We're taking him to the clinic, Ma?" her door.

"Mother again went to Bi Sari's house. Ask where the clinic is, "I replied. He just nodded and took Azka away from me. My hands were quite sore, because from this morning Azka did not want to go off, just continued to cry and did not want to be with anyone.

"Cup, cup. Dear." Arga grabbed Azka, hugged her tightly, patted her back gently. Azka was still crying.

"Where can I sleep when the child is sick?" decihku. This Arga, what kind of mother am I? Because the sick and often fussy always make me worried, let alone Azka whose age is still a matter of months?

"You're tired of not sleeping last night, right?" he said that he still faithfully patted Azka soft back, no longer heard crying or sobbing Azka. Arga's body moved to the right and to the left in a slow motion.

He peered behind his father's body. "Azka's sleeping, Pa," he said slowly. Arga nodded and hinted not to be noisy. He told Gara to play, but the little boy shook his head. I understand that Gara is very worried about Azka, seen from his gaze that did not escape his sister.

Before long mother came along with Bi Sari, also Widi behind them. The three of them walked quickly towards us.

"Azka kunaon atuh?" Aunt asked Azka. His hand immediately held Azka's forehead anxiously. "Cumaha or can this be? Why is it hot? Yesterday was okay, ah!" said Aunt again. His loud voice made Azka squirm and whine a little more. However, not long because Arga managed to calm him again.

"I don't know, Bi. Was it yesterday playing in the fields, huh?" many confused.

"Yes, maybe yes. Hayu oruh if you want to go to the midwife, mah. There are no pediatricians here. There are midwives, but the same, can check toddlers as well," he said impatiently.

Finally we went to the midwife, there was no clinic here, let alone a pediatrician.

The midwife had checked Azka's condition, there were no serious problems, only that Azka was indeed an ordinary fever.

"It's okay, really. Children who are still under five years old are still unstable. It could be often sick, but later if you have reached the age of five years also will not often hurt, really. Depending on the resilience of each body," said Bu Midwife.

We are glad to hear it. Sure, I should have known about it. Azka was born a month earlier than he should have been, the previous doctor also talked about it, likely if the body power of Azka will not be too good until a certain age.

After getting treatment and the midwife said there was no need to stay overnight, we went home. All rejoiced because they thought that Azka would stay here.