The Delayed Happiness
THE PRESENCE OF THE LITTLE ONE.
After things improved, Dinda was transferred to the treatment room, and Dirga asked for a VIP room for Dinda. It turns out that the room in Dinda is very luxurious. Next to the patient's bed is a small baby box.
Dirga helped the wife to sit down and pressed the tool on the edge of the bed to get a little up and then put a pillow behind Dinda's body so that dinda can sit comfortably.
"Baby's grandpa's not down here yet..?" dinda asked Dirga who was sitting next to the bed holding her hand.
"Maybe soon be dear." entertain Dirga. I didn't hear a long sound of the door
" I'm sorry I got a hungry baby ..... Moms can try to get them to drink.." a nurse came in with their baby. Dirga received her son from the nurse and gave it to Dinda. Dinda also holds the son dearly and then learns to give breast milk to the son. Although with a bit of difficulty and helped by the sisters finally the little baby can drink the breast of the mother. Dirga who saw the baby drink asi feel happy.
"What if the dedek again***** is not sick.....?" ask Dirga curiously.
"No mas even amused.." said Dinda while caressing the cheek of the little guy.
"That's not my own right now." seduced Dirga while pointing at Dinda's chest.
"Oh what the hell is sich mas." replied Dinda as she pinched her husband's arm.
Dirga laughed happily to see Dinda's cheeks flushed red. After being satisfied to drink the tiny baby sleeps soundly.
"I'm carrying ya..." Dinda nodded her head as she handed the little one to Dirga. Suddenly I heard the door
Tok.dok.
"Get in.." answered Dirga slowly afraid of the tiny baby in her carrier wake up. It turns out that both Dirga's parents and the younger brother came.
"It's eyang's grandson.." said the happy mother as she approached Dirga.
"It's mom's granddaughter saucy Ga....."
"Who was his father." said Dirga proudly.
"Yes understand mama.." replied the mama with a laugh and then Susi put her feet towards Dinda.
"Darling how are you doing right now.?" susi asked as she approached Dinda and stroked her favorite daughter-in-law.
"Well ma.' replied Dinda sabil smiling.
"You take a break first.You must be exhausted, dear.." advised Susi.
"Yes ma.." Susi mom also approached Dirga back who was still holding the little guy.
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"What a handsome niece...!" tia who was already beside Dirga.
"Where is the fat mama.." pinta the mama.
"Ma., um.,.Tia used to dong.." said Tia when the mother wanted to take her grandson from Dirga's hands.
"Dek..biar mama used to be you later "
said Dirga broke up the quarrel of mama and her brother. Dirga gave the baby maybe it was the hands of the mother.
Susu showed her first grandchild to her husband.
"Don't know how you're doing .." asked Tia as she approached Dinda.
"Udah meningan Ti..hey.you do not go to the office.." asked Dinda saw his best friend in front of him.
"Yeee I want to see the little one too." said Tia with a frown.
"du..segitnya.." said Dinda while pinching Tia's nose and laughing.
"My shirt is here ..?" dirga asked while holding a paper bag.
"Yes sister.if the other one has a baby grandpa and his mother.." replied Tia.
Dirga also brought the paper bag into the bathroom .
Soon both of Dinda's parents came too. After greeting and shaking hands with parents Dirga and Tia .bu Susi and Mr. Damar and Sela approached Dinda.
"Where is your problem, son." asked the father while kissing the child's forehead.
"It's good, Dad." replied Dinda.
"So good, son..". Sela bu Nuning to Dinda.
"Currently Bun ..." replied Dinda.
"It hurts when you give birth...?" sela asked suddenly. Kontan who heard Sela's question laughed.
"Yes it hurts the deck.." replied Dinda as she pinched Sela's waist next to it. Before long Dirga came out of the bathroom had taken a shower and changed clothes .
"Mother Dad...a long time ago..?" dirga asked while kissing her two-in-law's hands.
"We just came, son.." replied Mr. Damar. They were chatting while alternately holding the tiny baby.
During the afternoon many of Dinda's office friends and Dirga's men came to visit. They admire the good looks of the little guy. They scramble to carry him.
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