We, Without Me

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Approaching labor, Yuki increasingly feels false contractions. Sometimes he who originally laughed cheerfully can spontaneously mengingiskan complaints. Not infrequently also arm or even hair Keven is the target of squeezing.

“Sshh! Can't wait, son?” lirih Yuki with her left waist pressed down. While the side of his hand gently stroked a large rounded stomach.

“Kram again?”

“Iya, By. Pain.”

“We go home yes ... want me to carry?”

Bullied, Yuki then said, “no need, By. A little more road we sit there.” Appoint Yuki on the long chair in the open yard belonging to one of the residents of the complex. It looks like the house is already deserted by its residents even though the morning sun has just greeted.

“Pelan-pelan, Darling,” said Keven while bending over. Carefully he helped Yuki sit down.

The next second Keven crouched down. Slowly grabbed by Yuki's feet tired of walking so as not to bend, supported on the thigh full of caution.

“Kotor loh, By,” said Yuki with outstretched hands, as if trying to prevent what Keven would do.

However late, a gentle sweep had landed on Yuki's sole. Throwing a grain of sand and some of the dust attached. This morning, the pregnant woman walked barefoot.

“Yes for this child ... By, Simba is awake. Just had my stomach stabbed. I think he will be born to be a boxer.”

Moving Yuki's legs from her thighs, Keven moved to sit beside Yuki. “Don't be strong yeah, son. Poor Mama. We play it when you are born. Any minute. Later Papa buyin boxing gloves. We make a ring behind the house."

“Gosh, By,” exciting Yuki restrained. “Fix this is my son. Yesterday Mama thought you were Papa's son, it turned out Simba Mama's son yes. The more forbidden, the more made.”

“Our son, dear," Keven correction softly.

“HPL is still a long time, right, By? It's still nine days, right?”

"Over from where, it's a little later. The doctor said we should stay alert. You also have false contractions. I'm worried, Yang.”

“Don't worry too much. Everything must be fine. We have prepared all the needs for the lahiran. There are midwives who stand by 24 hours at the maternity clinic. Aman, right? Calm down.”

“Iya, ta-”

“Udah no need but-but again. come on, go home,” take Yuki while trying to stand up. Tilting the body and resting on one arm. Although it ends up needing Keven's help. “You came home last night. Tired until home instead of resting even intermittently scuffed my breath. Don't die your wife.”

“Honey! Can't say that. I don't like.”

Keven's bulging eyes successfully raised two fingers of the peace sign that Yuki was brandishing. “Peace, joke my dear husband. Come on, hunt home before it gets really hot.”

“Do not talk weird anymore!” reprimand Keven imbued sentence in the heart, ‘Do not make me afraid.’

“Himself don't have to wrinkle that. You just calm down. I won't let you be a hot widower. Still my husband I've had a lot of caterpillars, ducks, entok queue.”

“You, not me.”

“Loh if I'm clear. Who doesn't see a girl this beautiful? Especially during pregnancy the radiance of young mama candidates out really. Add cute,” babble Yuki with nostrils fluffy bragging.

"Yes, very cute. I don't want to be away from you two." Keven's repeated kisses on Yuki's cheeks. Tickling the corners of the lips that are now curved up accompanied by a crisp laughter pampered nan. Attract the attention of residents of two houses opposite each other on a pair of people who do not realize is being noticed.

Is it their second marriage? Hugely. Even more feels complete with the presence of the baby who is being anticipated.

Like a good chef, both Yuki and Keven enjoy every moment. Although not always able to be smooth in the flow that is in process. Not always perfect in every measure of taste poured. But both still enjoy every fire and the smell of smoke that inevitably tracks, mixed with perfume and body odor.

“Darling, do you think I can be a good father? So my husband once failed," Keven said grudgingly as he laid down beside Yuki. Successfully distracts the woman from her cell phone.

"Please help me? Help me be a good husband and father to our family."

“Definitely." Agguk Yuki with a helping hand. Without the spoken pinta has been together to hold each other. They face each other in different positions.

"You can be a good husband, papa, grandfather, eye, great-grandfather to our family. Don't be low anymore, By. Everything must be fine. We will work together to make our family happy. Because the most important thing is ...."

"Communication" Keven said quickly.

“Yups, right. Without good communication how we want cooperation, right?" Flicking her chin, Yuki tried to lie on her side. "So don't worry too much, By. We can definitely be good parents for Simba and his sisters later."

"I'm afraid to let our children down. I'm mean to you."

"By .. it doesn't matter if one day the children know a bad story about us. Didn't you always say that it's our job to guide, counsel and give them affection without any flaws?"

"Because children are present of our will. Our job is to educate them so that they can grow into responsible people" Keven added. She wears Yuki's thickened cheeks. A thin smile when he found the peaceful expression of his wife.

"Well, if you know that don't worry, By. I'm sure you'll be our children's first love and role model."

Keven's heart warms. The glint of his eyes sparkled. The low self-esteem over the past mistakes is slowly overlaid with the trust that Yuki continues to cultivate. It did not disappear, but turned into a reminder that the women in her arms are so precious.

"You sure?" keven asked who spontaneously replied in a nod.

"We will unite the feelings of mutual love in our small family. Being a family does not mean automatically loving each other. So we're gonna teach the kids what love is."

"I'm proud of you, Yang. As of this moment you .. thank you baby has made me realize that there is no point in surviving for anything if we end up staying alone. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of your life again. You're everything to me."

"If so now work there. I need a lot of money. We need to start working on the future of our children as well. Don't bother not being a chef at the stalls continue mageran gini. Your wife is a realistic woman. My stomach can't eat love. If eating the heart can."

"The magnet is hard to remove," Keven refused as he rubbed against Yuki's chest. "In the shop I trained according to their jobdesc. Later in the afternoon I control the opening time. I also want to say for the next week can not be full in the shop."

"Why? What if you go bankrupt again? You want me to eat rice crust with a little garem plus white water sauce? No yes, Mas. For the sake of exclusive ASI you have to give four healthy intake five perfect six many flavors. Add seven plus special snacks made by Papa Simba," Yuki's cerocos impatient, ended the tweet a lot he wanted.

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Thank you all for reading this so far🥰

Did I ever say it was a baby boy or girl? Suddenly blank🤭

(diligent delay up kan gini😭)

But surely you already know yes. In fact, kebaca komen there who managed to guess the name even though it has not been asked. What a great readerI🙂

One more thing, forgive the novel that should have ended long ago but still ongoing.

It was constrained work, because I was new in the world so my work was not sat-set, had to learn a lot. For the last 2 months, my mobility has been limited. Who monitor sosmed accounts & 1Light chat groups must have realized that it has been a long time.

Honestly, in mid-June I was initially lightly injured along the spine, from the collarbone to the tailbone. But because not focused on recovery and terforsir activities that are a lot of motion will have to accept the consequences.

So, again thank you for accompanying me on every Yuki up and sorry for waiting this long🙏