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Yudha growled while hearing the shocking news from Jakarta. It was heard in his ears that his in-laws had just demanded it a billion.

Don't they remember that Rahma almost took her life? Even kindly they release Rahma from the bui without any frills. Only one thing Yudha asked for, never bother him again. That's enough. However it did not become good for them because in the end, they remained arrogant and self-informed.

In that instant, Yudha immediately contacted Rahma to question this truth. How outrageous!

“What does this mean, Rahma?” yudha said as soon as the phone was connected.

“Sorry, Brother. I also do not know what you mean,” replied to a voice from across who also turned out to know nothing.

“Your mother demands me a billion. Your mother is completely insane!”

“Yes, yesterday mother did to Umi's house, she wants to demand what will be my right. I absolutely if asked the same as him that much,” replied Rahma sounding unkind. “Yes already, this is it. On behalf of Mother I'm sorry ..”

'So he apologized after what they did. They offended me! O Allah how free this family of donkeys is.'

“To the future, please hold your mother back from coming home. If at any time you or he has any business with me, please meet me. If I am not there, please wait until I come home,” Yudha asserted in an annoyed tone.

“Alright, I'll work on it. Forgive my mother, Brother.”

“Deliver to him, PATIENCE. I thought about it too. You should have explained what I said yesterday outside pengadi—”

The call was interrupted with no fun. “Why is he angry too?!”

Vita who heard that then frowned. To whom did Yudha speak? Why did it get to that? But Vita did not dare to ask.

“Just take a shower, now it's wet again underneath,” muttered Vita to Rayyan who just put out art. He replaced it again because the baby was already screaming, probably feeling uncomfortable.

“You want me to help?” tawar Yudha approaching. Try to show the face as normal as possible. This is the problem, Vita does not need to know because she does not want to burden him.

Vita turned her head, “Bby, can it?”

“Learn.”

“Ya already, here's a dress instead. This is the wet tissue,” said Vita brought all the equipment closer together.

“How to do?” Yudha grimaces. He was still too afraid to hold the small leg whose skin was still wrinkled.

“Thank you two feet are your same hand, Mas. Then one more hand to take the cloth under it.”

“Oke.”

Vita watched the man move to lift his son's body. Looks very careful. Even so frightened, he let out cold sweat around the temple.

“Have ... continue?” yudha asked when the wet cloth had been removed from his son's body. He who could not bear to close his nose many times.

“Leave to clean his body using wet wipes, continue to love this cream for his kangan hose, continue to use powder. Lastly, repeat again like before, lift two legs equal to one hand, keep one more hand to put new shorts under it.”

“Ya, yes. I can.” Answer with certainty.

Vita smiled amusedly looking at him. Yudha seemed to be working hard to do all that.

“Already,” he said with a gleeful smile.

Counting two nights Yudha slept here. They sleep one room, because the other room is still a bit dirty because it has not been cleaned. The two adults flank the little one who always sleeps in the middle.

Not infrequently, if the night cries, they also work together to help each other. Yudha also felt his sleep was really reduced when he was here. Therefore, sometimes during the day he used to sleep for some time.

Like the behavior of people in general, they also suddenly became a calculator machine. Counting from them getting married to how many days the baby is. But after thinking about it for quite a long time, they finally realized that all their accusations were not true. Because the age of the baby and the age of their marriage is normal. Nothing strange or strange.

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“I only have a week,” said Yudha alluding about his whereabouts here.

Yes, it has been the fourth day since Yudha was in his wife's hometown. It feels more peaceful to live here. But he also could not stay forever, because there are a myriad of jobs left behind.

“Mas Yudha wants to go home, go home! Surely you have a lot of work,” replied Vita without burden. The woman was used to her solitude. Then he never worried that the two should be the same again.

“While it was not like that the answer I wanted to hear,” Yudha replied in a disappointed tone.

“Then how should? Do I have to cry like ‘Mas don't come home, don't leave me, I still want you here, I love you.’ Bizarre.” Vita shows what if she behaves like that.

Yudha smiled in response. “But you're right, don't want to come with me?”

“I still want to be here, so let me here as much as I do.”

Yudha rubbed the cheeks of his wife who was beside him now. They were getting closer after Yudha had told them all about her past. And Vita with the sincerity of his heart, would listen to all his stories.

“In order to meet Rayyan. He wants to meet his grandson. Don't stay here too long.”

Vita nodded, “Insyaallah.”

The next second they heard a speck of rain heard from the roof of the tile. But as fast as lightning, the crackle sounded louder and busier.

“Cucian!” pekik Vita remembered his clothesline. Suddenly the woman jumped out to lift her clothes without caring about her wet clothes. Only Vita knows, how many clothes her son who does not have too much stock—then she looks as sweet as that.

Yudha ran after him with an umbrella. But too late, Vita was already drenched.

The woman chuckled as she came back in to find her clothes.

“Other times if you want to out rain time, should bring an umbrella first.”

“No hunting, Mas. Later can wet all clothes she.”

“But than you rained.”

“Think of it's a mother's sacrifice for her child.” Feeling cold, Vita rubbed her arms while shuddering.

Before long, he felt his body hover in the air so that it made him squeal stifled.

“You are already much heavier than you used to be,” he chuckled. The man took her to the room and put her on the bed. “Your body is soaked, just let go.” The man's hand was stretched out to remove the buttons of his front shirt. Busui button clothes are commonly used to facilitate themselves in ASI-hi.

“But ...,” says Vita hesitate. Trying to keep that hand away from her.

“You can catch a cold,” he said similar to a man who was deceiving.

His cheeks were red. Without being able to resist, Vita accepted whatever she was doing. Could it be that it will happen? The man had calculated the day correctly.

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