The Love of the Duda

TCSD 169: Amber

"Oh Honey... Good-looking Papa's son, why do you cry all the time? Mama's taking a shower baby, wait a minute!"

The shrill cry of the baby forced the god, who was wearing a navy long-sleeved shirt, to rush closer to the source of the sound. With a slight bow, the man who had officially carried the title of papa began to lift the body of the baby to carry it into his carrier.

"Cup... Unfortunately Papa... aren't you full of breast MILK, dear? But why are you still crying like this?"

He kissed the cheek of the puffed Nendra who is now three months old. During these three months, God also studied hard to become a good father. Not only Gods, Mara is also still in the process of learning to be a mother. Equally the first experience of taking care of a baby, Dewa and Mara collaborate with each other to be good parents for Nendra. Not to be left behind, mbok Darmi and pak Kasim also helped both in carrying out the role.

"Ckckck... Is Papa's son tired of being in the room? And need a brain refresh? All right, we're out, honey. We enjoy this soothing morning atmosphere. Okay?"

As if unable to cope with all that was done by God, Nendra still cried to make the man confused. Finally, he chose to bring his little son to the balcony, maybe Nendra was saturated with the atmosphere of this room and wanted to refresh for a moment his mind to enjoy a different atmosphere. (oh Bang, Bang, Nendra Mah does not have the burden of life, so why should you refresh the brain all the way? 😌)

The cool air of the morning atmosphere typical of the city of Bogor, gently stroking the body of God, when his feet have stood perfectly on this balcony. The dewdrops were still seen writhing spoiled on the surface of the leaves, tightening his arms, as if he did not want to escape from there.

The god swung his arm, cuddling this son. But still, Nendra was still crying.

"Aduuduuuhduhhh Papa to the point of being confused about what to do... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Do you want to hear Papa sing a song for you?"

And in the end...

Youakdewe tau duwe shadow

Tomorrow yen wis wayah omah-omahan

I'm a newspaper moco sieve

Kowe belonjo negligee (belonjo negligee)

Nanging saiki wis dadi

I'm karo kowe wis pisahan

I left kowe right

Dedo dalan

Armed with the lyrics of a song that he often heard lately, Dewa tried to entertain the son by singing the song. Songs created by one of the groups that came from Jogja which according to Dewa itself is so good to hear. Although he did not know the meaning, the man still sang the song.

An appropriate choice, Nendra who had previously cried atrocities (not at all willing to stay still, sniffling) slowly began to stop her crying. The three-month-old puffed-up baby giggled while looking at Papa's face fixedly. I don't know what made the baby giggle. Maybe the language dialect sounded so funny that came out of the lips of this papa.

"Aaaahhh... It turns out that Papa's son just wants to listen to Papa's voice huh? Hmmmmm well, then try to find a new song again, so let Papa sing a lot for you. Okay sweetheart?"

Mara, who was done with her bathing activities, could only help but laugh while standing at the glass door that connected the room with the balcony. It sounded funny the husband sang a song thick with the Javanese language.

"Let's replace me with Nendra, Mas. You get ready for the office. There's a meeting, right?"

Mara took her footsteps to get closer to God. With a towel that he rolls over his head to wrap his wet hair and only use a home negligee, as if not to melt the natural beauty possessed by the woman who already has the title as the young mama.

"Look, honey, Nendra seems to like the song I'm singing. She was silent, baby, when I sang this song."

"Hmmmmm you're this weird Mas, usually baby like this sung fun-sounding songs like twinkle-twinkle little star just like our neighbors often sing, mr. Alam to his daughter named Shasa. But you're singing a big song like this."

"Thyp? Amber is that what the hell, honey?"

"Take that term heartbroken, dashed deep hope Mas. Do you know what song you're singing?"

The god shook his head. "No dear, I don't understand."

"The song depicts a couple who already have fantasies about married life but apparently broke up halfway."

"Ooohhhh means that. But it's booming, honey. It sounds good too."

Mara chuckles small. I don't know since when her husband became one of the fans of big-themed songs like this. "Indeed good. But if it's for Nendra, don't sing that song. There are many good Javanese songs to sing when cuddling a baby like this."

"Well, is it darling? What is it, honey? I want to know."

"There are bathok sluku, there are pacul bald, there are white turi-turi, and many more meaningful macapat songs to sing for our son."

"Can you teach me, honey? I want to learn Javanese."

Mara's forehead shriveled a little. I do not understand why her husband suddenly wanted to learn Javanese. "Why do you want to learn Javanese, Mas?"

"That's because soon we'll be.. upppsss..."

Almost the God of release talked about the plan of his move to Jogja which was until now unknown to the wife. The day after tomorrow, the new God planned to give the surprise to Mara. Certainly after handing over PT WUW to Vishnu which he had scheduled this morning.

"What are we going to do?"

Mara just smiled knot. "What do I mind, Mom? Wisnu also still has the right to manage the company, right? So why should I mind?"

"Is it okay if the monthly money I give you is reduced because I am no longer the head of the company?"

The god deliberately lured Mara with such a question. He wanted to know how the wife would react if she was no longer able to give the usual monthly allowance.

Hearing the God's question, it only made Mara laugh out loud. "What are you talking about? Isn't it apart from the company, God also provides sustenance for us through the cake shop that we have? So why should I feel less? No matter how little God gives us, we should be grateful!"

The god curled a smile on his lips. It is not wrong, he chose Mara to be his life companion. Women who really understand how to always be grateful, no matter how little God gives.

The god pulled Mara's body to carry her into his arms. Lovingly, he showered the head of the wife with gentle kisses.

"Thank you very much, dear... I'm really happy...."

God's speech was trimmed when something that felt warm suddenly spread in his stomach area. He put his eyes on Nendra's face, which was still giggling.

"Darling... Is this Papa's sling the most comfortable place for you to pee? From you waking up to this moment, you have peed three times in Papa's sling and now you...."

Spring, Mara sees Nendra's butt, and .... "Hihihihihihihihihi if you were pipicinated with Nendra, now Nendra looks like a pup, Mas!"

"Ohhhh, my God..."

***

"From today I entrust this PT WUW to be managed by my brother, Vishnu Kunto Aji. Hopefully the higher-ups of this company can work well together so that it can make this PT more advanced."

Plok....

The sound of applause resounded within this room. As a sign that everyone present in this place will agree to the decision that has been made by God by handing over his position to the elder brother.

The god stared intensely at the face of Vishnu who was still sitting on one of the chairs of this room. "Sister, please come forward!"

Vishnu gasped, not so understanding of what his sister said. For the past three months, he has been staying at home more, helping Kasim take care of plants that are the favorite plants of Oma Widuri, only occasionally joining the Gods to the factory. But this morning he was forced by God to come to the factory. And it turns out this is something hidden behind the coercion done by this sister.

Still with a face filled with big question marks, Vishnu stepped foot to get closer to his sister. He stood at the side of the gods.

The god gave a little smile. "Sister, from today I leave the factory to Brother. I hope Big Brother can work harder to make the company pioneered by this oma become more advanced."

"But Wa... I don't deserve this trust."

Realizing that in the past when the company was bankrupt he did nothing, making Vishnu feel unworthy to carry this trust. While the Gods can only smile knots.

"I leave the oma company that is here to Brother, because I have to focus on the company that I have built in Jogja, Kak. I can't handle both. Therefore, I submit this PT WUW to brother Vishnu."

Vishnu was getting flabbergasted. "Company in Jogja? You mean how Wa?"

"I have plans to spend my old days in the city of my wife's birth. Therefore, I have long dreamed of spreading the wings of PT WUW in that city. And now it can operate. And for a while it was handled by Krishna."

"That means you're moving to Jogja, Wa?"

The god nodded slowly. "That's one damn thing, brother. The day after tomorrow, we'll move to Jogja."

"But Wa..."

"Sstttt is yes Brother. For now focus on companies that have been painstakingly pioneered by the late opa and oma. We as grandchildren must try hard to maintain the existence of this company in order to remain competitive in an era that has changed a lot like today. And I believe, brother Vishnu can do it."

"Well..."

Vishnu's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He hugged his sister's body. Maybe as an expression of gratitude.

"I picked PT WUW, yes Brother... I believe Vishnu can do well. And hopefully you also soon find a replacement for brother Dira, which will certainly be an encouragement for brother Vishnu in treading the days."

Vishnu broke his embrace from the body of his sister. "Dira's Substitute? Is it possible that the story of my life in this novel does not end as a widower?"

The gods only chuckled small. "I heard from Rasti anyway. Just wait for Brother... Because after this, Rasti wants to focus on the nuples that have been waiting in line first. You know for yourself, Rasti's just a writer of crumbs of skin I'm afraid, at least you can if you have to walk two novels, so you are patient brother yes ... Haha."

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Inshaallah just one more part Demara end yes Kak... 😘.. for those who ask Ardi and his mother for karma, I apologize for not being able to grant, because I can increase this length later. Hihihihihihihihihi Dan for Novi Aryani who asked about the Karta master, hihihihi let the Karta master calm down with his life yes Kak... Think of the five billion money that was taken away by Tanti and Puspa as one of the provisions of😅😅

After this, I want to focus on the Light of love for Seroja first, and if you want to make a story about Vishnu, inshaallah after Seroja ya Kak..😘😘😘