The 2nd Son-in-law
BABY IN-LAWS WEIRD
The next day, Kinar saw a smile after having a shower. There Alex who had seen finished worship, he felt the joy of Kinar who after bathing my baby, even had been silent in a sleeping babywalker, may have been full after drinking milk.
"Line, are there no side dishes?" alex asked, who was washing the milk bottle at the time.
"Overnight Alex didn't give me anything."
Alex was patient, stroking his shoulders and kissing his wife. His hunger since last afternoon he endured, by drinking water. Alex himself was reluctant to talk to his mother, if he was in economic trouble, because he was lazy to hear the commotion of his mother and wife later.
"Mas has a bowl of porridge, but only soy sauce. Kinar still sain one bowl for lunch, brother if already panglaris in the store quickly anterin eat for Kinar ya!"
"Yes, Mas will definitely come home soon." Alex's smile at that time his lips look pale.
Alex kissed his wife's forehead, and don't forget Kinar respectfully kissed her husband's hand, not forgetting the baby who was asleep at the time.
"Dad go first, baby! Take care of mom, don't fuss. So Alex's father's daughter and Kinar's mother are good." Cheek peckers are like mangroves.
Kinar himself drove her husband to the gate, then after being unseen, he plucked papaya leaves, around his yard, forgetting the baby inside alone who was huffed crying softly, he said, the baby's cry was really slow not heard by Kinar because in the kitchen there was nothing he had to cook.
Kinar even plucked papaya leaves, and an inch of clay beside his house, because since he was a child, Kinar always helped plants that might have many benefits. He was busy picking, then until the back of the house, he only realized the sound of crying children.
"Who's the kid, what crazy mom. Basic neighbors are not sensitive, have a cry child is not in diemin." In other words, making Kinar slow still picking leaves, for a dozen minutes he immediately went to his front house.
Eeaaq .. Eaaq ..
"Yes my. Mother's child, God, forgive mother son!"
Kinar ran and hugged his son, who was already on the floor, with the babywalker rolled away. Luckily her face was not covered, only her downed legs made Kinar feel guilty, although she did not give birth but this condition made Kinar a little confused, and often forgot if this time he had a baby.
"Sorry mother Kinar, son!" hugging him at that time, made the baby still cry loudly.
Kinar makes warm water, in a sling, that day really makes Kinar limp, because the baby really does not want to stop crying.
Kinar turned off the stove again, and the baby was still crying. Kinar who had been back and forth confused, in susui was still crying, making Kinar blush his face to look at his tiny baby who was seven months old.
"You can be quiet! You make mama sprains, cry on your work huh. Mother has made milk, mother has changed your diaper. What do you want." shouted Kinar.
Praang!
The milk cans at that time were almost empty, making Kinar completely lost control. He slammed the 800-gram milk can, before long the baby was silent as if crying without sound.
Kinar also clasped the little baby's shoulders, looking at him and pointing.
"If you don't stop crying, you'll let you run out of noise. Wait for your father to come home, you can talk to your father Raya! Mother's tired!" yelled back to Kinar, made the baby tilt his body, cry silently and fall asleep for a long time.
Hearing that Raya had stopped crying, Kinar moved her baby to the room. Then he cooked and poked papaya leaves for an hour, currently Kinar really want to make puffiness. Since the ingredients of the side dish were empty, making Kinar's sense revolve around what he could cook. While cooking, do not forget to clean the room that looks messy, mop and sweep it for a second time, after dry.
"ah! Finished too, just make the sauce. Maafin Kinar ya mas, I can only make rice and papaya leaves in puffer with yellow sauce so I'm really sincere with you." he explained.
Kinar himself immediately took a shower, he forgot about the tiny baby who had woken up. Little cry without a sound, as though thirsty but inaudible. It made the baby cry there for tens of minutes without a sound.
Kinar who had just come out of the bathroom, dried the towel and looked at the baby with fear.
"Raya dear, why are you, son? You're crying, you're making a noise, here baby! Mother dear Kingdom, mother warm the milk yes!"
Kiss after kiss, caressing the baby was breastfed at that time, Kinar himself had not had time to change the negligee, had not had time to comb already hassles seeing the baby.
Kinar looked at the little baby, patted the baby's neck, rubbed the baby's neck with warm cream, but baby Raya again cried without sound, after her milk was out of a bottle.
"Raya... dear mother, why are you son?" panicked Kinar, immediately crying and seen someone knocking on the door, where Kinar this time frantically confused what to do.
TBC.
