You're Not the First

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Sofiyah stared at the large photo hanging on the wall. His heart was happy every time he looked at her. The real family. Nothing else is covered. The wedding photo with Basofi in the middle uses white wedding dress and the husband wears a black suit. Beside Basofi there was papa and mama and beside him there was Daniel and mami. Whole family.

He chose to call Daniel's mother by the name of mami so as not to be awkward when he called mama and who turned was his mother-in-law's second. At first mama jutek as she calls mami at her honey. Mama thought that Sofiyah loved her honey more than she did because mommy was her calling to her biological mother. But Sofiyah explained that all that was just so as not to call it wrong. He called who looked who.

And even more unfortunately to his mother-in-law of course not the same as in his mother Daniel. How the mother-in-law treated him so well from the very beginning they met until now. Ever best. Best mother-in-law ever.

If in his mother Daniel of course it is as a tribute to the father-in-law and hope to establish a good relationship because after all they are family.

"Why?" The fresh breath on his cheek made him close his eyes. The sturdy arm that has been confirmed to belong to the husband is now coiled in his stomach that has been protruding. The content has entered the age of nine months more precisely has entered 42 weeks. But because there are no signs of giving birth, doctors schedule a C-section for two more weeks.

"It's awe!" Babas said that the successful one got a pinch on his arm that was reciprocated with happy ruckus.

"You want something now?" Basofi asked who today was not allowed to go to work by his wife. There were some important meetings today and he had Mikail handle them all.

"I didn't go to the office today. Cancel all meetings with clients because my wife does not want to be left behind. I don't want him sulking" he told Mikail earlier.

"Today there was a meeting with Mr. Yoshida. He's only been here three days"

"Reschedule for tomorrow morning"

"What reason do I have to give you this time?"

"That's your business. Why do I pay you so much if to just find an excuse just can't afford it!" Stewed

"What did Sofiyah ask for?"

"She wants to get her adrenaline pumping early in the morning before she gives birth. As a good husband, I have to obey, right?" Basofi said that sounded disgusting in Mikail's ears.

"Basic crazy boss!!" He cursed his boss after the phone was turned off unilaterally by the arrogant boss.

Such is the fate of being subordinate, must be patient and more often stroking the chest. Just remember the payday date so that stress does not hit.

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"You want to add more? I am still this strong. Especially just now with gasoline".

"No thanks" Aya replied as she rubbed the back of Basofi's hand coiled around her stomach. " That's not what I want. That's her baby's request to ease the birth canal" she said, lying because she asked for rations early in the morning after the dawn prayer and now she's embarrassed to admit it and saying strange reasons to be able to

received.

"It's going to take the toll road, baby. Not on the road usually. We're going to have a Caesar operation in two weeks"

Basofi stared at the family photos that are now on display in the living room and in several corners of the house. New things that have been in the house since the presence of his wife. Now everyone in the city knew that his father had two wives. The first was his mother and the second was Daniel's mother. The response of the community, colleagues to members in various sectors of family owned certainly also varied his comments.

Two wives with two different religions and various questions accidentally dropped by the ears but now the Han family prefers to be quiet. Not responding also did not interfere anymore because of Tata certainly. At the time of their wedding was held lavishly in their palace, all gathered including mother Rosi. Wearing the same uniform and now the family photos are displayed there already mama Rosi in it.

If there is an event also both are brought along. I don't know what kind of family model this is but this is the reality.

"Ko, I want to abah Fanani continue to rest in place mami papi briefly run out of it to the tomb" Sofiyah leaned her body into the chest field of the husband who was still caressing the belly of the distended wife.

"Darling. You'll be tired!"

"Do you want to send me?" The pregnant woman immediately turned her body and looked at Basofi's eyes which were now very tame on the wife.

"Not want to but I'm afraid you'll be tired dear"

"Say you don't want to..." He said while rebelling from the handcuff of the man he loved so much but Basofi did not want to let go. Sofiyah turned her head to hide the water that had been stagnant in the eye pelupuk. Very sensitive he.

"You baby. Don't cry !!" Basofi had to prepare extra patience to face the emotions of Sofiyah who went up and down because of pregnancy hormones.

"Bad shop!!" He said while hitting Babas' arm.

"Yes I'm sorry "he said, hugging the tiny body of his wife, whose height was only his arms. They could not hug tightly because of the obstructed stomach distended Sofiyah's distended.

"Eh he kicked!" Basofi who felt the movement in his stomach area then gently caressed the wife's stomach.

"Would you take a walk?" Basofi asked while whispering in his wife's stomach. Then kiss the slightly protruding part like a kicking leg. Sofiyah shrunk the end of her eyes that were watering. She smiled at his sobs.

After the drama finally Basofi drove his wife to meet Abah Fani then continued to rest for a while in the place of mami papi which has been completed to be built into two floors in a simple style because the land area is only a patch. However, the house looks beautiful with additional plants in various corners.

After that proceed to the mami papi tomb which is located side by side. Sow flowers there while telling a lot of things. Sofiya was like chatting with them as if the two were still alive.

Basofi brought a small chair so that his wife who carried a large stomach did not have any trouble sitting in front of the tomb.

"Mi, pi, Fiah wants a baby.... Doain yes mi, pi! Doain let everything go smoothly!" Sofiyah sprinkled flowers on the graves of her parents.

Basofi could only rub the back of his wife who was expressing longing.

"Doain Fiah is the same Koko hopefully can be a good parent, a great one who can guide children to be righteous children! Later Fiah will tell them if they also have a great grandparents. Who can pass the test of life very well. Mommy..... Fiah scared...."

"Shutt.., Koko promises papi mami, Koko will take good care of Aya and your grandchildren later. Doain us from there ya pi mi!"

When he was in the car, Sofiyah hissed many times because she felt her stomach hurt more and more often.

"Shhhh......"

"Why baby?"

"sickness..." Said Sofiyah grimacing while holding her stomach. He has asked the doctor through chat how the process of giving birth normally to the doctor who handles the womb. He believes he is currently experiencing contractions but does not want to tell Basofi. After struggling this morning he felt his stomach hurt once but only for a moment and then disappeared. About an hour later I felt the same pain. Then the pain came more often but he did not tell the husband.

Basofi immediately turned their car towards the hospital, "We're going to the hospital!"

"Shhh...." Sofiyah hissed but her hand was still able to call Daniel's mother.

"What?" There was a sound from across there

"How are you?" Aya's question was not affected by her fear.

"Good"

"Healthy, mi! Sshhh....!"

"Why you?" Ask Mami.

"No papa. Close it up, mi!"

"Where are you going?"

"To my hospital. Check it out."

"It's not time to check, is it? You why? which hospital are you going to?"

"The Seger Waras hospital mi. Ssshh. Close it first, mi. Bye mami" Aya can no longer speak because the pain is more intense coming.

When he arrived at the hospital Basofi immediately carried his wife and took her into the hospital. Aya just resigned because the pain was immeasurable.

When the examination also happened a little drama because Aya did not want to take off her pants.

"If you don't want to open your pants, you don't know how many openings?"

"Then doc"

"Please off sir!"

"What?" Basofi, who did not understand the situation, became confused and embarrassed. Did he have to let go of his wife in front of his doctor and assistant?

"Shhhh!" Aya continued to hiss but still stubbornly did not want to open the blame na in it.

"Dale mannya sir! How do I check if it's not opened?" The doctor said, smiling.

Basofi gulped because he felt sick*** his wife in front of the eyes of the doctors and his assistants. It was like being live. Aya according to him when Basofi bent his legs on the direction of the doctor. He closed his eyes feeling embarrassed too. His hand held Basofi's arm tightly.

"This is good already eight openings. Pinter dedeknya" said the doctor.

Sofiya just listened because she felt pain when the doctor put her hand into her birth canal. It felt much different if her husband did it, it was good even to make him bite his lips while mengurek feel the murmur in his blood.

Aya aya wae Sofiyah....

"I'm gonna call mom first, okay?" Basofi said because he panicked not knowing what to do.

Sofiyah who is now walking as recommended by the doctor did not want to release her husband's hand.

"No need, later if the dedek has come out" said Sofiyah while occasionally hissing. The doctor said about an hour or so or even faster.

"I don't know what to do..." Basofi was really confused because the original plan was to cesar in two weeks but now he said it was eight openings and ready for lahiran.

"I just need cocoa next to me, I just want cocoa. Aya doesn't want anything else. Mama and papa later if his grandpa was born. I don't want to be seen by many people. I'm ashamed ko... Ssshh. Yes it hurts..." Sofiyah shed tears as soon as her request was not obeyed.

"Yes yes... I'm here, baby, I'm the only one here "

"I just want koko. ssshhh"

"Yes yes sorry. Don't cry anymore. Later his grandfather was crying" Basophi whispered in the ear of the wife who is now sobbing in her cries. Shame is also actually seen by many people but yes want how else. His wife is still a child, but she wants a baby. Maybe later if his son was born he would be like handling two babies. A big, spoiled, stubborn baby who always cries if his request is not complied with and a real baby. Hahay.

On top of the hospital bed Aya who was in pain asked him to take the clothes he had prepared in the car. It turned out that he had prepared everything without Basofi's knowledge.

Basofi strengthened his legs while stepping in. He wanted to accompany his wife through everything but once he opened the door the sound of a baby's cry whose head was hung down became the first sight he saw. The bag in his left right hand fell down instantly. There was a haru, happy taste mixed in his chest.

Sofiyah's teary-eyed gaze made her quickly step closer to the wife. He smelled Aya's cheeks and forehead crying together.

"You're great!" Praise Basofi as sincerely as heart

"IMD first sir! Can help his wife to unbutton his shirt" Pinta ma'am doctor who made Basofi swallow. Fortunately all his assistants were women.

The tiny little baby who was still naked and had been cleaned was then placed on top of Aya's chest. The goal is to find his own food source.

"Ko while in adzani can right?" Aya asked with a smile looking at the red baby whose eyes were still closed.

Babas was amazed by what he saw until he was unaware when his wife spoke to him.

"Ko, adzani first!" Aya said again while covering the baby's body.

"Oh yes!" Babas replied while confirming the position of the tiny baby so that his right ear was on the outside.

Basofi also chanted adhan with tears when reciting iqomat in the left ear.

The little baby's mouth was finally able to find Basofi's favorite toy which is now absolutely owned by the baby.

"Eh boy or girl?" Babas tried to see the sex of the baby who was still breastfeeding with the position of the face down.

"Papa's man" said Aya with a childlike voice.

Basofi kissed her many times while saying, "You're a great darling. Thank you for being my wife. I love you!" He said as he looked at Aya's still pale face then kissed her lips briefly.

"I love you too!" Aya said while smiling at her husband. Basofi grabbed both of them and closed his eyes while the little one was still engrossed *******.

"I have two years off..."

"What?" Ask Aya.

"My daughter was taken with her "Said she glanced at her own son.

"Yes Alloh koko!!! Really-really yeah?" Aya's face turned red from embarrassment. In a situation like this it could still be said pervertedly so.

"Hehe reality darling. What do you want to eat now?. Let me buy it" Basofi said.

"Mom asked me to bring food in the refrigerator. Yesterday I made it" said Aya and Basofi immediately called his mother to tell him that Aya had given birth and asked for help to bring food.

Not long after that Mami Daniel came alone while carrying various foods and fruits.

"Why are you here?" Aya asked who was still hugging the baby beside her body. Basofi was silent because their relationship was still cold much different from Sofiyah.

"Mommy's hunch says you're contracting. Where's mami's granddaughter?" He doesn't need an answer because it's just a word.

"It's mi..."Sofiya smiled while looking at the face of her son who was now asleep with lips that sometimes twitch and then smile with eyes closed.

"Male?"

"Yes"

"What's his name?"

Sofiya turned to her husband for an answer but Babas only scratched his head.

"Don't forget to use the Han clan later given the Chinese name as well" said Mami.

"I want him to have Islam!" Sofiyah.

"Let's name Java too. He had his Javanese blood too" Suddenly the first in-laws were already present among them.

Mama Rosi who came with papa Adi and Daniel also stared intently at her honey.

"Why not tell mom first?" Tanya mama was envious because her honey was already in the hospital accompanying Sofiyah.

"That's because Aya loves me more" said the young isyri with a stiff face made Sofiyah also Basofi swallow.

Address fights again this.

Thought first if it had both gone public the problem was finished but in fact now the two mothers even often quarrel. Mama also no longer awkward debating honey in front of the children and her husband. It was certain that every time they met there would be a fight.

"Ooh this is my grandson.....Carry same uti first yes" said mama approached the baby.

"That's his son's sleeping don't be disturbed first can't it?" Mama Daniel stared intently at her husband's first wife.

Mama Rosi just kept quiet while returning her honeyed eyes. Now the two face each other while shaking their waists.

Basofi who felt annoyed then grumbled at his papa who looked indifferent.

"Can't pa, papa's two wives were calm for a moment. Poor my son who just slept. New also come to the world has heard his grandmother quarrel" said Basofi.

"It's sitting here!" Papa said as he patted the left and right sides of his seat calling his two wives.

"Papa just shut up!" Both of them even dared to rebuke papa.

Making Basofi and Daniel laugh while Aya was busy closing her son's ears so as not to hear harsh words from both grandmothers.

"It looks like papa has to add another wife so that there is no social inequality!" Babas said he mocked his papa. Yes, his relationship with the papa is more melting now so he and Daniel often mocked his papa.

"No!!"Her mother immediately threw a sharp glare at her own son.

"I agree ko. I was alone at home all this time. My status is only a wife but I'm not like an insect to be avoided" said Mami Daniel.

"Well, who considers insects?" Papa responds to his young wife.

"There! people out of nowhere. His wife was left at his parents' house just like that. Divorced no, not too dear" His tone was disappointed and certainly tried as hard as possible so that his tears did not break.

Mama gave their petite baby and then gave it to her honey.

" His skin is as white as yours..." Mom says to her husband's young wife.

"Hiks..." She receives a baby still red into her arms sobbing and Mama Rosi rubs her honey tears with her thumb.

"We have to divide the day to take care of her. You ci today. Tomorrow's my time. Tomorrow's day can only be the same as me"New also better have ignited the fire again the second wife. Ask for a day division like when they take Sofiyah to check the pregnancy.

"Eh so good. Today you're tomorrow me"

"Owek...." The little baby who did not have the name was crying out of shock perhaps.

"Grandmothers whispered the words of her grandpa" Aya said as she reached out both hands asking the little one.

Basofi sighed looking at everything. Somehow his family in the future will be important just live it. I hope every day is better and better.

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Finally at the end of the story. The first time I wrote this was because I often disagreed with the novels that told about the casanova who usually dipped there here but he could marry a clean innocent girl who had never been touched at all.

In the real world several times I have found such a thing but it is only a small part because the proposition is clear. Vile women for vile men, and vile men for vile women (after all), good women for good men and good men for good women (after all). They are clean of what people accuse. They have mercy and a glorious sustenance (heaven).

And the second point is that no matter how bad the sins of man he can still repent therefore we must not hate sinners. Perhaps before he died he was still given a chance to repent. And there are many stories about the people who died in the state of suul khotimah. Mangkane gak by gething-gething ambek wong seng ketoke nglakoni duso hold.

 

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Apologize as much as possible because this writing is far from good, let alone perfect.

Hopefully one day we can meet again with better writings both in terms of writing from the concept of the storyline from the language as well and all of you.

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Halu first yes guys. He said it all started with a dream. I want to dream that I will wake up and become a famous writer with three-digit income.

Jiah... distance dream wak yu!

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