The Heart of Raisya

Kitties

We have now returned home, after my three long hearts were hospitalized. Salwa and Salman welcomed his younger siblings with joy. Though they still do not understand anything, but mgkin because of the inner bond, so they both seem very fond of his two younger siblings. Twins boy has been named, the first is Raka Nanda Haris and the second is Riky Nanda Haris. Mas Haris deliberately likened their middle name and last name to his two brothers. He said that one day they would not feel different about names. The two of them had a face of fusion between me and Mas Haris. They have the same weight. Raka weighs 2800 grams with a length of 50cm, and Riky 2700 grams with a length of 49.5 cm.

At this time Ummi and I are staying at my house. They want to help me take care of the twins over the next week. Ummi and I slept in my room downstairs. Ummi and I forced you to sleep in my room with me on the carpet. In addition to helping me, they were also on guard so that Mas Haris would not do anything. Mother is very familiar with the character of her son who was that rancid. Mas Haris went to the upper room, our original room.

"Rai, you just sleep! Your eyes are like pandas. Let Ummi take care of you. We can change it later, won't we?"

"Yes Bu Aji, that's right! You just take a break, son! Let us take care of them."

"Thank you, Ummi, Mother."

I immediately fell asleep, because last night was up late. At 10pm I woke up, because Riky was crying. I saw that Ummi and I were asleep too. I got up and approached the crib.

"Mother's child why cry? Cup-cup... thirsty huh?" I carried her and gave ASI. After Riky fell asleep again, I laid her down again. I checked Raka's condition, she's still fast asleep.

I checked my phone, it turns out there was a message coming in.

💌Habiby

Dear Mother, have you slept? How are Raka and Riky, they're not fussy anymore, are they? I'm lonely in room😥. Why did they separate us so much?"

I stifled the laughter of reading the message from Mas Haris. When he first found out the name of the contact on my phone was Habiby, he was a little emotional. Why was he renamed Habiby? He forgot that Habiby is Arabic and means my lover. I saw the clock, it turns out he sent a message 20 minutes ago. I immediately replied to him, although he might have slept. At least when he wakes up he's happy to get a reply from me.

💌Mother

I just woke up, Dad. Riky cries of thirst, Ummi and Mom are already asleep. Maybe they're sapped and drowsy, too.

You don't grave-night her sleep, Dad. I have to work tomorrow. They don't separate us, you're a hell of a lot, Dad. Shame to have four children, behavior is still like ABG.

A few seconds later, my phone shook. It turns out Mas Haris called me. Fortunately, I set my phone noodles.

I picked up her call while coming out of the room, for fear of waking them up.

"Hallo, what's up?"

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, sorry to forget. What's up, Dad?

"Where are you, honey?"

"I came out of the room, this again sitting in the living room afraid to wake up the people in the room, why?"

"I'll go down then."

"Eh, what?"

I'm not done talking yet, Mas Haris has hung up. He came down and approached me. Suddenly he hugged me tightly.

"What's up, Dad? It's important, isn't it?"

He hasn't taken off his arms.

"That's important! It's a matter of the heart."

"What's your heart, Dad?"

"Why don't the old men understand that I can't be away from you."

"That's so fucking lebay! What a distance, only ten steps. Anyway, they wanted to save me from you, Dad! Don't let Raka and Riky have a sister sooner than Salwa, and Salman!" I shuddered in horror imagining.

"Ish, that's not it, honey! Am I crazy? You are also still breathing, how could I possibly be reckless? Just-there's!"

We are like an unapproved couple. Meet by stealth, play cat-killing.

"Well, I'm going back to the room, you're also back upstairs, Dad!" It was time for me to step up, Mas Haris held me back by hugging me from behind.

"Wait a minute, honey! I still miss.", He leaned his head against my shoulder which was much shorter than his. I stroked his head.

"Patience, Dad! It's only temporary. You're sleeping, gih! It's the tomb, look out for tomorrow's bad luck."

Mas Haris turned me around, then he sat on the chair and grabbed me.

"Give me vitamins, for the sleep supplies! I promise you after this I'll sleep, baby."

"Hem, okay." I kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips. But as I was about to take off my lips, he instead held back my nape and deepened our link. Lana, she's fondling me with her hands active on both of my prominent assets and being a source of life for our baby. Mas Haris gasped as the sound of a door opening from ART's room. Looks like Jum's mom came out of her room. Mas Haris ended his tautant.

"Thank you, honey. After this I'll sleep well." Whisper in my ear.

I went back to the room. Fortunately, they were all still sleeping. I began to justify the position to continue sleeping again. In my heart I speak for myself.

Basis Mas Haris, if you want it should not be delayed. Already have four tails, still like ABG children who are still dating. But isn't something like this what makes a household last?

In the middle of my daydream, I heard Raka's whining. I checked before I cried. Turns out the diaper was full, and I changed it right away. Then I patted his bo*ong until he fell asleep.

The next day, the,

Ummi and I looked fresh after the shower. These two old men swiftly brought their grandchildren to sunbathe in front of the house. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came out of the bathroom with a wrapped towel, I was surprised by the presence of Mas Haris sitting on the bed.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"This is my room, too, Bund!"

"Yes know, but later if there's Ummi and Mommy, right shy? I thought we were doing something."

"I locked the door, no problem! we're a halal couple, hehe..." Mas Haris is approaching.

"Mas, what do you want?"

"I just want to leave, I want to go to work."

"Yes, go!" I raised his hand, and kissed the back of his hand."

"Not so fast, Mother!"

"meaning?"

Suddenly Mas Haris pulled the towel I was wearing.

"Mass...." He's silenced my mouth.

"Ssttt... Don't be noisy, honey! Two of our guards will be heard!" (Ummi and Mother he meant)."

He kissed my whole face, then down to my neck, inhaling my nape and chest.

"Eugh.." I suddenly get the question.

"Oh, no! Why is this getting bigger, baby?"

Both of his hands were now grasping my daw* fruit that was without any obstructions.

"Enough, Mom! I'm cold, I'm gonna get dressed." Reason lied. Instantly he held me tight.

"Alright, put your clothes on, baby! I'm going to work." He kissed her forehead. Then get out of the room. "Assalamu'alaikum." He left with a forced smile.

"Wa'alaikum hail, beware Mas." I encouraged him with a smile.

I immediately put on my shirt and hijab and went out for breakfast. Because I haven't had time to eat, because I keep the twins boy. This morning I ate fried tofu-tempe and clear vegetables. Do not forget to drink milk for nursing mothers.

After breakfast, I went to the back to see Salwa and Salman swimming with his encus.

"She, Wawa lenang."

"Man is lovable."

Both are so enthusiastic about wearing duck tires bought by his father.

"Yes, baby! Careful yeah! Don't drink water there!

"No no, nda!

Forgive Mother, Son! Mother can not focus on you.At your age that has not even two years, Mother's love must be divided again to your sisters. My heart is in my heart when I look at them.

It seems like my decision to retire early will be on my mind again. At a time when other people are trying at all costs to be able to become a Public Service like me. But I would easily resign. After the end of the puerperium, I will ask God for guidance through the prayer of istharah. May God give you the best way.

Seriate....

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Thank you for being faithful in my work, brother. Sorry if I have a little. This month has been busy. But for this novel, I will probably tell you soon. God willing I will make a new novel

See you again....