The Substitute Husband's Love

Chapter 52

"We'll just rent a baby sitter, Shay!" arka exclaimed, after fully dressed and following Nasya to the room in use Dastan sleep.

Nasya immediately rolled his eyes nyalang on Arka.

"No! Especially if you have to be a young babysitter! She can take care of you, not Dastan!" said Nasya, it had gone up black as if he wanted to kill Arka that second as well.

Arka immediately goosebumps, holding the nape of the back of her neck.

"Luck it! I'll find a babysitter who's dying!" said Arka again, trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Go there!" drive Nasya, ketus.

"Yes, I'm going to the bathroom, it feels like it's on the edge."

Brucks

A pillow floated and landed right on Arka's face.

"Based on a guy with a high mes*m!"

Arka just grinned the horse, then entered the bathroom with various grunts that sounded vague.

"Know like this, I don't need to wear clothes anymore!"

"I heard, Ka!" nasha shouted from outside the bathroom.

Arka immediately turned on the shower, wetting herself with cold water, wanting to dampen the heat that spread throughout her circulatory ducts.

"Hopefully he can compromise! Come, Dastan! Let your father give you a friend!" arka murmured, blabbering, like a person with a mental disorder.

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At midnight, the sound of the music of children who send sleep to Dastan is sourced from an increasingly sophisticated electronic device. Sometimes the voice was earthy with the melodious voice of Arka and Nasha who were fighting with sweat that made the body sticky.

After being satisfied and achieving pleasure, Nasya collapsed on the Ark. The man who declared that he wanted to give Dastan the friend turned the position upside down.

"I'm tired!" Nasya waved his hand, complaining.

"Let me work, you'll enjoy it enough."

Resign, let the man work on it. After a while, it felt warm along with the collapse of the gallant man's body.

2 Months was not felt for Nasya who continued to monitor the growth and development of Dastan. She experienced sadness, when children her baby's age had experienced growth and development, but Dastan was different.

The baby boy was only able to move his hands, not with his legs that had not moved since birth.

Anxious, that's for sure. However, he keeps reminding himself of the fate of the birth which states that Dastan was born disabled.

Nasya looked at the baby lying on the bed, staring at him.

"You're not a cripple, but you're special. I promise you, I won't let anyone see your flaws!"

During those 2 months as well, Nasya felt other strange things. That is, when he did not delay the pregnancy, but God has not given himself confidence again.

"Is there something wrong with me? Why aren't you pregnant yet?" same question, when he gets come month.

"We go to the doctor, maybe you're pregnant, but you don't feel it!"

Arka always tried to give positive input to his wife when complaining about the absence of sprout seeds in her womb.

He even gave seed input diligently, not missed every night. Especially if Nasya is in a fertile period.

Exactly today, the therapy schedule for Dastan. Along with that, Arka and Nasya plan to check the health of their vit*l tool.

Early in the morning the two had left for the hospital, according to an appointment that had been made with a specialist Dastan therapy.

While Dastan was in therapy, Nasya and Arka used the opportunity to examine themselves.

The examination was completed, right along with the completion of their child's therapy. Now the couple is waiting for the doctor's explanation.

"The results can be seen in 2 more weeks, as long as it tries to follow the educational guidance related to **** healthy, this is the book." The doctor gave me a guidebook.

After the hospital business is finished, they do not go home immediately, but visit the children's tourist park.

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Arka put the spoon back on the plate, then let out a long sigh and exhaled it roughly.

"How many times have I said that? We mustn't force fate, if it's necessary to have only Dastan, I don't have a problem." Arka.

The look on his face clearly implied his dislike of Nasya's question.

"You seem to really want to have another child, why?"

"Bu—"

"I've thought about it, I understand, every parent wants their child to be perfect and healthy. I-so, right? Never mind, we don't seem to need to have any more children! I think coming back, it'll only break Dastan's heart later, if they're grown. He would feel envious of his normal brother!"

Arka loses her appetite, she immediately picks up Dastan who is in the pram and takes him into the room.

Tears dripped from Nasya's eyes.

"Yes!" Nasya put down the spoon, ran after Arka.

As her hand turned the doorknob, Nasya was in shock, Arka locked it from the inside. The sound of Dastan's shrill cry made him feel guilty.

"Ka, open the door!" Nasya shouted, banging on the door.

Clamps...

He breathed a sigh of relief, Arka was about to open the door.

Immediately take Dastan whose eyes glazed over, then immediately give her milk.

Nasya promised his own heart, not to repeat the words that provoked Arka's anger as before.

"We don't have to take the test results, let it go! You're right, if Dastan had a normal brother, it would only hurt him!"

Arka embraces Nasya. Give him a kiss on the forehead and take turns to kiss Dastan.

"Sorry, am I being too rude?"

Nasya. "No, but your words are so true!"

"Whatever happens, just accept it! Take the result, so that we know what is the problem right now! If one day Dastan can't have a sister, we know the reason and won't blame her for not being able to conceive!"

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7 Years later...

"Sister, catch the ball!"

That afternoon the weather was clear, the children enliven the courtyard of a large house that had stood since 5 years ago when a couple moved to the city of Banjarmasin.

"Yes, why are you sitting down!" one of the children protested against another child, who had since come to sit in a wheelchair.

"Friends, sorry, I better just go home!" the kid in the wheelchair turned his chair, was about to go home. However one of the children who called him brother immediately ran in the way.

"Sister, don't leave me! Keep me playing!"

The same face makes both of them almost very difficult to distinguish, if only one of them is not sitting in a wheelchair.

"Good, Ziv. I saw it from there!" the child in the wheelchair pointed to a shady tree that made shade.

"Sister Dastan!" exclaimed the boy, calling again his brother who had turned his own wheelchair.

"Yes?"

"I love Brother!"

Dastan wheelchairs under the tree, while he was there. Until a girl approaches.

"Sister, please buy the cake, I'll give you the bonus!"

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Is there the same? After giving birth to the first child, is it hard to have another child?