We, Without Me

You, Me and Kaleo

The melodious alarm has sounded. The groove tickled Keven's eardrum. Instantly the tired body jumped. His head wobbled with eyes circling in search of the whereabouts of Leo, the creator of the beautiful voice that morning.

With the yawning drowsiness, Keven's somewhat messy steps continued to move. Occasionally rubbing heavy eyelids. The sound of joints due to stretching in the neck and arms that are slightly stiff accompany.

“Morning Papa,” welcome Yuki cheerfully. Stand on the balcony facing out. Slowly sway like spring mounted on both feet.

Leo's cry has stopped, changing the constant strokes of the lips that suck the source of ASI. Keven's heart warmed. Smile at the corner of the lips. Plus Yuki's cheerful attitude which is very opposite to yesterday's morning, really quite a relief to Keven's heart.

“Morning, darling,” Keven replied while immersing his face in the recess of Yuki's neck. Round your hands, peek and rub Leo's little thighs from behind. Patting slowly while enduring the overflowing anxiety. “Pa-morning Papa's child has woken up, has breakfast .. do not share Papa ya Leo.”

“Can-can be envious. Not very self-conscious child loved by his ex. Basic Your father does not have a fantasy.” Spontaneously, Keven kissed his wife's grumbling lips.

“Hish, steal the opportunity,” murmured Yuki slowly while giving a smile.

Upholding his back, Keven stood gimmered on Yuki's left side. He lowered his head and looked closely at the baby who seemed to be watching him, although still cool to enjoy the morning intake. “Minum a lot to be strong time dried Mama yes, son?”

“Ngak, Papa. Want to shop. Mau. Want to scatter Papa's money,” reply Yuki origin by imitating the voice of a child.

“That's the Mama.”

“Ih really is that? Masa Papa Nudu Mama Mas. Papa tega yes .. yes-yes, hm?” shoot Yuki at Leo who responds with a small smile. Apart from the reddish shoots that secrete a white liquid full of nutrients as the eyes round and rub super adorable. Although it was obvious the little baby did not understand what Yuki was talking about at all.

"Laughs huh? You agree with Mama? Pinter's son," praise Yuki gladly.

“Since when did Leo become Mas?”

“Since earlier.”

“Udah ready to give thanks to Leo?”

With a manyun lips Yuki shook her head. “Nanti.”

Unpermissible anxiety ambush. Not Yuki is afraid of giving birth, it is very longing for the moment of pregnancy and childbirth that is full of drama and almost makes it seem to be chopped evenly across the bones. But Yuki realized mentally not strong enough to squeeze, punch and tear apart the nyinyiran wrapped in praise for her son.

“Bikinya?”

Mendelik, Yuki then said, “who said yesterday wanted one child only? Affair make spirit, full power.”

“Indeed my beautiful wife is not?” seductive Keven poking Yuki's cheek.

“Ya .. yes too. But three kids are better, By. I don't love eleven or a dozen kids. Just three let it be like experiment, exercise, pro.” Shuddering and grinning Yuki returned Keven's affectionate gaze.

“Sedikanthya. Neither one is a problem. Enough we both raised Leo together.”

“Say you don't want to have many rivals, right? Don'worry. You will have no competition. My son must be a lot prettier than you. Superior seedlings,” seloroh Yuki is proud.

“That must be because the Papa is handsome.”

“Ngaku-ngaku-is. It's a shower. You stink. I'd like to take Leo to sunbathe first.” Shaking her shoulders, Yuki then shook her body. He turned his footsteps towards the wide-open balcony door.

“Let me just. Would you please prepare my clothes?” pinta Keven is negotiating. Gently holding both of Yuki's shoulders.

“Siap, Mom. Serahin all to Papa. Make papa coffee milk?”

“You want it again turns out,” replied Yuki who was avenged Keven light kekhan. “There hunt sun Leo.”

Peeping Yuki's cheek as fast as lightning, Keven finally passed carrying Leo in a fistful. Slowly down the stairs to the side yard.

The man with the title Papa looked very happy. Unknowingly muttered the melody that Yuki chanted almost every night. As if dictated and attached to memory. It was sung repeatedly.

“From your head to your toes. You're so sweet, goodness knows. You are so precious to me. Cute as can be ..”

“Baby of mine. Baby mine, baby mine,” connect Yuki right on the left side of Keven. Gently rubbing Leo's tubers. He rests his head on Keven's arm which also supports the head of the baby.

The warm sight of the little family seemed to radiate its own luster. Pink cloves spread like a binding thread, stuck in the heart, shackled in the pulse. Possessively master each other to have each other. Without a word, without a sound, but the whisper penetrated into the soul.

Although it will never wipe out the trip of the ups and downs, it is wallowing in mud and studded with sparkling rainbows. Because the true bond formed today gives a positive color in every story that has been engraved.

“Sayang .. thank you for coming for us.”

“Hm?” Raising next to his eyebrows, Yuki looked up, looking at Keven in confusion. Then not long did his smile expand. “Iya. You, me and .. Kaleo.”

“Gunny Oma don't sunbathe for long, danger!”

The new pair of old men were shocked. Simultaneously looking back, right on the doorstep Mama Agni ruffled her waist. Not long followed by Papa Leigh who also said, “udah Mama readyin this bathtub. Let's bring in Granddaughter Opa. Come in first, Kev. Your coffee is cold.”

“Iya, Ma, Pa .. Come, By.” Looping her hands around Keven's waist, Yuki was truly happy. His family feels complete. Her happiness is perfect in her own way.

Although sometimes in daydreams Yuki imagines Mama Maria can help fondle Leo. Papa Gibran can hold his first grandchild with all his heart.

Although it is certain that it is difficult to do. Even just meeting with Papa Gibran so far has only been a video call intermediary. In the future, Yuki must visit so that the grandfather and grandson can meet each other in person.

How else, no one knows when a disaster will befall. No one wants a disease. Although now with a chest and heart sincerity Papa Gibran must accept himself having a stroke due to an attack of blood pressure is too high.

One thing is for sure, all hostilities are over. Yuki made peace with her wounded heart. He accepted Mother Inca as part of the family, especially with the figure of a half-sister who finally dared to behave spoiled when they gathered.

"Hey, honey ... Why cry? Is anyone sick?" ask Keven to panic. Hurriedly approached the wife who had observed Leo sleeping in her own bed.

Stupefied, Yuki let both of Keven's big palms rule his cheeks. "I cry? Strange, even though I was again seneng ...," Yuki replied sincerely with a wide arch that was miraculously melted by tears.

Trust me, Yuki is happy.

EXPIRED 😊

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Thank you for all your time on the journey of Yuki. Although there are still many shortcomings, both in terms of stories or updates that are too long, hopefully still can provide small entertainment for all of us.

Once again, I sincerely thank you for all the support in my writing. ❤

See you next time and on a new occasion. 😘