Baby Amber
Who is it

"Big, wake up." Ratih still won't wake up. Radit wasn't in bed.

"Where is the child." I muttered. Slowly I walked out of the room. Look out of the room door and look out.

The sound of the child's carefree laughter and his chirping sounded loud. Even the sound of him crawling could be heard very clearly in the silence of the night. My body trembled violently, cold sweat drenched my entire body. Heard her little rants that were supposed to be cute and adorable, but not this time. The sound scared me and shook me.

"Papa .. papa.." Suddenly a hand grabbed my leg. I dare not look down. I just fell silent and swallowed the saliva. Even my breathing and also my heartbeat just stopped.

"Papa. papa.." The sound was exactly the same as the sound I heard outside. But maybe right now, in the room there is a child holding my leg. His grip is so strong, as if like a child who does not want to be left behind by his parents.

"Ra-radite. My tongue is muddy when I say Radit's name. The little baby sat on the sidelines of my legs and held tightly on both of my legs. His pale face stared fixedly at me, with a grin that made my hair feel bristling.

"Ra-radit hasn't boomed yet?" I ventured to ask and interact with this child. Remember what Bu Sofi said about baby amber. What to do with her and how to take care of her. Apparently Bu Sofi also keeps a clean baby. The room I had prepared was for their room. In fact, he said, now Bu Sofi has more than one baby clothes.

Radit smiled broadly. His eyes stared fixedly at me hoping like he wanted to be carried away. With overwhelming fear, I ventured to return her smile and tried to grab her body. Radit looks very happy. He immediately let go of the grip on both my legs and grabbed my hand for a hold immediately.

"Radit bobok, yes." I asked as I put it on the bed. Radit was rebelling. He refused to sleep and cried loudly.

"Cup ... cup ... cup...., Radit's hungry, huh? Radit kangen his mama, huh?" I was panicked and confused to find Radit crying so hard that Ratih woke up and grabbed him from my sling.

"here, baby. Same with mama." Ratih grabs her and immediately breastfeeds Radit as if Radit was the child he gave birth to himself. This sight honestly caught me off guard. How could Ratih forget that Radit is not his son. For the style of Radit breastfeeding like a mother who breastfeeds her baby. Radit also looks very greedy when breastfeeding. But the expression on Ratih's face surprised me. Ratih seemed to be in a lot of pain, but strangely he did not stop his activities. She continued to breastfeed Radit while she herself bit the tip of the pillow to endure the pain.

"What the fuck is this, brother?" I took Radit's body and put it on the bed. The pale and tired-looking Ratih did not answer my question. He simply returned to tidying up his clothes and joking with Radit. Honestly, the sight made me very angry.

"Train, explain to Mas, what you have done earlier." my orders were only responded by glancing at a glance by Ratih.

"Sik, please answer the question, Mas." I said this time by pleading.

"What else is it, Mom?" ratih's answer really made me not understand. I don't understand, or indeed Ratih is unconscious.

"Well, what's wrong, Mom. Radit is our son. When can I not breastfeed my own child?" the answer made me shake my head.

"Dik, wakefully. Realize, Dik." I hugged Ratih's body, but he tried to pull him over. I don't care, the more I hold my arms. I feel so guilty for making my wife like this. If I hadn't forced her to use contraception for too long after marriage, we might have had our own offspring this time. With the reason not quite established, I always ask Ratih to postpone having a baby. And because of that, Ratih's uterus becomes problematic and difficult to be able to have offspring. Or it could be because we were not given the trust by the Power to have their own offspring.

"Sik, Radit is our son." My words were interrupted when I mentioned Radit as our son.

"But it wasn't you who gave birth to her. How could you possibly suckle her?" tanyaku hope to make Ratih aware.

"Radit is full, Mas. He's not fussy anymore after I'm finished. That means, I can feed him by feeding him "Ratih answered making me more emotional. I am lazy to argue with him. I let him what he wants. I went out, hoping to get some fresh air.

"What's that?" I caught the figure of a woman with long hair and swept the ground. The muddy clothes he was wearing were no less long and were dragged in the courtyard making a sound like a person who was sweeping. The woman stopped at a water guava tree that had existed for a long time in the courtyard of the house. I watched from the door of the house, the woman fell silent and soon she sat down. Though there is no swing there, but his legs can float and swing under a fairly large tree branch. Slowly there was a humming duia, singing a song that sounded was cradling something.

My whole body feels cold and shivering. I supported the hinges and walls of the door and held on so as not to fall and faint.

That's when I realized who that figure was. A pale face and eyelids that almost look hollow. As well as long and stiff hair sweeping the ground it stopped and gazed towards the door of my house. The sound of his snickering laughter made my heart beat rhythmically, the legs that had been solidly supporting the body were now limp like boneless. Cold sweat floods the entire body. I try to avoid his eyes.

I, who was experiencing emotions at the time and wanted to get some fresh air, immediately undo the intention and again closed the door that had opened.

"Damn." I said when I realized that the figure was turning towards me.

"Hopefully he didn't realize I was here." I slowly walked into the room after closing the door. With my legs still shaking I slowly headed for the room. The woman's laughter was still heard. I don't know when he'll laugh like that.

I pulled out the blanket and covered it all over. But the cold still seemed to cover the body. I was shivering, cold. Apparently a thick blanket did not cover my fear of the figure of the woman. His laughter was already inaudible, but my fear had not disappeared. I was still hiding under the blanket. And in the end...

"Aarrkkhh." I tried to hold back the sound of a voice when a cold hand touched the tip of my foot.