Abhimanyu : Pelakor Rentals
extra part (happy)

The birth of her daughter became one of the most meaningful moments in Abhimanyu's life. Although in fact he is not a new father because he already has Abirama, but the presence of a little girl who carries his blood feels different and extraordinary.

Abhimanyu could not explain it with proper sentences.

"Papa, it's time to drink some milk. Being looked up does not make the child full."

Rara reprimands but laughs when she sees Abhimanyu reluctant to let go of her baby.

It had been two weeks since the birth of their son Nabila, and for the first time after working with Rose, Abhimanyu had actually come home every day.

Though usually he only went home three or at most four times a week, because of the difficulty of going back and forth from the Rose residence to this residence.

But for the sake of his son, Abhimanyu willing to go home even if only two hours.

"Pinjem used to be his son well, Papa." Rara grabs the baby carefully to be fed milk. "Well, if you both sleep well."

Abhimanyu gave a wide grin. "Or he's the same papa. Yes, Son?"

Although born normally, Nabila can be said to be very small, almost can be called premature. At the age of two weeks, he has not been able to speak much and still rarely moves his limbs.

Smiles are almost never. But as Rara said, Abhimanyu can feel the pleasure of his baby when Abhimanyu is there.

"Papa apologizes well can not nginep the same When," whispered Abhimanyu while kissing his cheeks are rounded when sucking ASI. "The work is hard, son, so it's hard to go home. Later if it's a bit big, if nginep same Papa yah?"

"Maybe?" It was Rara who responded. Of course, where is Nabila.

"Rose can." Abhimanyu smiled. "There is normally a special leave for this case. Just Rose can't be left for long, so Rose says you're the one who came."

Rara looked happy. For a long time he and Abhimanyu had not stayed together.

"When-when's yeah?" enthusiastic reply.

"Yes. Later if it can be brought." Abhimanyu kissed his son again. "Your big chips, son."

Then he shook his head.

"No. Slowly aja. Let Papa enjoy."

Abhimanyu shook his head again.

"It's healthy."

Rara who saw her behavior became anxious. Pinched Abhimanyu's cheek with his free hand. "It's a custom, honey."

Abhimanyu even more looks ridiculous. "Where can it be ordinary, Dad? Papa's bucin when."

"If you want Papa to go to Bila or to Mama?"

"Mama," answered Rara as if it was Nabila's answer.

But coincidentally, perhaps because of being disturbed while breastfeeding, Nabila wriggled as if she was going to cry.

It was immediately used as a weapon by Abhimanyu.

"Tuh, right. Jealous of him if Papa is taken. Mama, don't take the Papa when dong, ah."

"Udah ah, you're ngaco." Rara pushed Abhimanyu's back. "Udah there. Wanna be six o'clock. Let Rose anger you."

"Tickle can." Abhimanyu. The man spun to the back of Rara, hugging the woman's body in a position that also wrapped the baby's small body. "Papa's beautiful son."

Rara snorts. "Please stop. You're not the same as me."

"Different."

"Dispose."

"Jude." Abhimanyu kissed the top of Rara's head from behind, rubbing her chin on the woman's hair. "Beautiful my wife, let alone my son."

"It's you, Bi!"

"Hehe, his name is also a child."

"I was born."

"Yes, yes."

Abhimanyu waited until Nabila finished breastfeeding, only to be able to kiss the child until satisfied before leaving for work.

Abhimanyu's impact was ten minutes late, making him scolded by Rose, but Abhimanyu continued to smile broadly at the thought of his daughter.

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this chapter is in stark contrast to the chapter in Nabila's story.

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