Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

82. Habibie Has Changed

One week after moving to a new home, Habibie really showed his seriousness. The man took care of Kiara on the sidelines of her busy activities because it had been 2 weeks she did not go to the office. Although Gibran took care of everything well, Habibie still had to know everything.

After the Ashar prayer, Habibie returned home. The man's face was beaming. After the door of his car closed, Habibie ran into his mansion.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir!" sahut Bi Arum's. He took a bag and a suit from Habibie's hand. The man never demanded Kiara to serve him, especially now that Kiara already has a small baby that must always be considered. In fact, every day, Habibie is the one who prepares all the needs of the wife. Not afraid Kiara ran away, because Habibie could have hired a nanny for his wife. However, knowing the weight of taking care of the baby, Habibie felt that he had to help his wife so that Kiara could always be happy.

"Where's Bi?" he asked wryly, usually at this hour Kiara is below, but why is it now so quiet.

"The lady's in the backyard, sir. He said he wanted to see green."

Without waiting for anything else, Habibie immediately ran to meet his wife and child. The man smiled when he saw Kiara reading a fairy tale book. The child was in the stroller.

"Assalamua'laikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Kiara turned her head, the woman was about to move but Habibie held her shoulder. The man lowered his head, peeking at the forehead and the entire surface of the wife's face without anyone being missed in the slightest. "The miss, dear."

Kiara just chuckled, the woman took the husband's hand, peeked at the back and the palm of her husband then looked up. Kiara stretched out her hand asking Habibie to go into the deck.

"Kiara is also kangen, Mas. Especially Elkhan. Today was a bit fussy, but Thank God Ummi was here for a while."

Habibie who was holding his wife let go of his embrace. The man sat next to Kiara, rubbing the wife's face, looking at her in tenderness.

"Honey must be tired, yes" he said softly. "You've come home, now you can rest. Thank you for taking good care of our children. Proud of you, his little wife can take care of the baby. Thank goodness."

"Mas can't say it anyway, Elkhan Kiara's son too. Lagian Kiara is not Mas Abie's little wife. Kiara is already a mother to Baby Elkhan," she said, sitting on her husband's lap. Would you like some tea or coffee?" The hand was holding her husband's neck so as not to fall.

"No need, you can make it yourself if you want," he said with a warm smile, again Habibie kissed his beautiful wife. Holding her arms makes the woman more comfortable.

"Kiara likes to smell Mas Abie, ademmmm .. delicious, Kiara becomes more relaxed and more comfortable. So I want to sleep, right."

The man chuckled. Habibie cupped Kiara's face, swiping her beard on the wife's cheek which made Kiara tickle. Instead of stopping, Habibie even more aggressively doing the action. However, when he heard Baby El rebuked, Habibie would not let go of his wife.

The man sat his wife down on the park bench very carefully as if Kiara was an antique that should not be scratched in the slightest.

"Wuahhhh .. Papa's son is jealous? Because papa is carrying mom but El hasn't? Here Darling .. papa's carrying."

"Have you washed your hands yet? Wash your hands first, Mom!" Kiara shrieked with both hands folded in front of her chest.

Hehe ... Habibie scratched his non-itchy nape. "I forgot, wash my hands first."

The woman chuckled little, her head shaking, imagining how absruded the husband was. Habibie was more attentive, understanding, but more missed.

"I'm sorry Papa Abie is El. Your papa is old. Please understand. Ohh .. want young Papa, we'll find ya ...."

Kiara laughed while holding her child. "Mama forgot that papa is senile not a budek." Kiara whispered beside the child's ear.

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Early in the morning, at about three in the morning, Habibie wriggled in his sleep, the man immediately sat down because of the sound of the crying of the child. "O Allah El, it is still morning. What do you want to pray tahajud?"

The man grundled but he kept moving, taking baby El for him to carry. "Ekh, what's this smell?" habibie whispered in fear of waking Kiara up. The man lifted the child, put his nose close to the butt of baby El and almost vomited. "Alhamdulillah ... El pupup! Papa clean up first, son."

Habibie walked back and forth to the table, where there were plenty of baby gear. The man painstakingly replaced the child's diaper, cleaned it up and put the baby back in the sling. But I don't know for what. The baby was crying.

"Mas Abie ~~!"

Kiara who heard the cry of her baby immediately turned her head towards the source of the sound. The woman sat down, leaning against the bed rest, and spread her arms and asked for the child to be returned.

"If you can love breast milk, you can definitely get Baby El."

"No papa. Kiara seneng kok even though only won by kayak gini. After all, babies must be loved often ASI, Mas."

Habibie's gentle strokes were given over the top of his wife's head. The man went to the other side of the bed, taking warm water for him to give to Kiara.

"Believe ya. The doctor said, You should drink a lot too."

"Thank you, Mom."

"No!" Habibie quickly put the glass back on the nightstand. "That should say it's a mas. Not you, Baby El should also be the responsibility of Mas, because love should also be a nanggung. Thank you so much, loving is not easy."

Habibie continued to chatter while stomping on the legs of his wife. The man had heard a story Kiara had never heard before. Alhamdulillah .. the fruit of Kiara's patience turned out to be very sweet. Maybe God gave him pain indeed to make Kiara continue to be grateful in the future. Habibie now, somehow this Habibie looks more alive than the old Habibie.

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3 Months later. Habibie and Kiara are in the hospital hallway. One of Habibie's hands he used to hold the child, while the other hand he used to hold the wife's hand.

The two stared at each other with worried faces. Kiara until sweating so hot and tired she was at that time.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" kiara and Habibie take turns. After searching for information at the reception, the couple was finally able to find family members.

"Wa'alaikumssalam!" answer Ummi and Abi Fawas.

"Why is Ummi here? Hasn't Humaira given birth?" kiara asked puzzledly, her brows furrowing so looking at the unusual expressions of her two in-laws.

"Ummi, what's wrong? Humaira's just as good a baby, right?"