Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
155. Give birth

After three days in the hospital, and his condition had also improved, so Olive was allowed to go home.

Accompanied by his family, he returned to his rented house. In accordance with his intentions yesterday.

As a mother, her mother Olive could not bear to let her newborn child live alone with her husband, without the help of anyone in caring for her baby. So he stayed over to help his son and daughter-in-law.

Not to be outmatched by the besan, her mother Anggara also stayed at her son's rented house to help her.

Because the wives of Mr. Sanusi and Mr. Anwar stay, then they also stay overnight. Fortunately the house had three bedrooms, so it was fitting to use the three of them.

They kept holding the baby, when he was fussy.

Olive, who was afraid that her birth canal would be damaged, was very careful in moving and moving. The business of bathing a baby, becomes the task of Anggara.

As on that morning, Anggara stood in front of the sink while facing her baby.

"Well, why squirm like a gini eel anyway? Where is so slippery." His grunt with a face flushed in panic.

"Female, where's your baby?" Ask your mother when she enters the kitchen.

"This, ma. Just took a bath." Reply, without taking his eyes off the baby.

"What! You took a shower in the sink?" My mother was surprised by what her son did.

"Yes, ma. Indeed why?"

"This is your baby, your son, your flesh and blood. It should be bathed in a bathtub, not a sink. You think he's a dirty plate."

"Oh my goodness, ma. I guess that's just the problem. Overseas people bathe their babies like this too. Save the place to know?"

Hearing the commotion in the morning, her mother Olive looked to the origin of the voice. And found besan and his son-in-law in the kitchen. Out of curiosity, he approached the two.

The same reaction, too, was shown by his mother Olive. He was so surprised by what his son did.

"Well, what are you doing with your baby?" Ask her mother Olive, with a reddened look holding back the anger.

"Morning the baby." Reply lightly.

"Geez, how could you bathe a baby in the sink. You think he's a dirty pot?"

"Fear tired of hearing mama all babbling early in the morning." After saying so, she immediately passed away while carrying her baby towards her room.

"What's the matter, you making a fuss?" Asked the faint Olive hearing the commotion.

"It's okay. Our mother here instead of helping her son even make a riot. Better to live both." Reply Anggara while rubbing his child's body with telon oil, then baby powder. After that, she wore clothes and bedong on the baby.

"What kind of mess?"

"That's it, don't need to be explained again. Well, it's done. A handsome man looks like his father." Anggara smiled satisfied because he managed to dress his son.

"Oh my goodness, my mom. Is that what it is?" Olive protest with face bent. Seeing his son's face full of powder. Not to mention the cloth bedong looks untidy.

After finishing the storm in the kitchen, the two mamas searched for the whereabouts of her grandson, who she believed was inside her room.

"Geez, Anggara!" The cry of the two mama was compact, when he saw the appearance of his disheveled grandson.

They immediately approached his grandson, then tidied the powder, clothes and cloth that look chaotic.

"Well, if the gini gets any tidier." Said her mother Anggara.

"Yes, it looks better." Timpal's mom Olive.

"Thank you, ma. If there's no one, Olive doesn't know how Olive's son will look." Olive said, smiling at her mother and mother-in-law.

**

Four have passed, Olive and Anggara certainly have been skilled enough to care for the baby. The laundry business they opened, had also started to run normally.

But slowly the two also realize that, they are the only heir in his family. So inevitably, it is required to be able to lead the company of both parents well.

Therefore, Anggara accepted his papa's invitation to return to the company. Even if only occasionally.

This time the man was more focused on doing his job at the office. He remembers his children, his wife, his parents and the fate of the employees who depend on his company. He tried to remember it all as self-motivation to work better.

**

Meanwhile, at the residence of Thoriq.

The man always faithfully accompanied his wife on morning walks. As it gets closer to hpl, it has to move a lot. So that the delivery process can run smoothly later.

Tsamara was not happy, because in addition to spending time with her husband, she also got a bonus. Fresh air in the morning. Not much is polluted by vehicle smoke.

"Sister, rest first yuk." Take Tsamara, while walking closer to the big tree on the side of the road and sit there.

"You why? Tumben once, just for a while, already complaining tired." Thoriq sat down beside Tsamara and watched her.

"Darning dong, brother. My stomach is getting bigger. Soon I'll be too." Tsamara rubbed her distended stomach.

"Yes, honey. Sorry I'm less sensitive. Now, which one feels the most tired? Let me get a pijitin."

"Both of my thighs are very tired and sore."

Thoriq literally stomped his wife's thighs in turn. He paid no attention to the person who happened to pass in front of him.

But the longer, Tsamara felt increasingly tired and aches that spread to his waist, until he grimaced in pain.

"Sister, go home. I'm gonna rest at home." Pinta Tsamara with a flushed face held back the discomfort.

"Okay."

Thoriq got up and helped Tsamara stand up carefully. On the way home, she had several times invited her husband to rest.

"Sister, I'm peeing."

"Yes, we'll be in the room soon."

But just as the two stepped on the porch of the house, Tsamara felt something coming out down there.

"Well, I'm wetting my bed. How's this, brother?"

"It's okay. Let me clean the floor later."

Thoriq took Tsamara carefully.

"Well, what happened to you, son?" Ms. Husna, who had just come down the stairs, was surprised to see her daughter-in-law limping while grimacing.

"It's just exhaustion, ma. It's been a walk." Reply Tsamara while smiling. Husna's mother-beard heard her son-in-law's answer.

"Ma, later if passing in front be careful yes. Maybe the floor is slippery, not yet Thoriq mop."

"It rained last night?" Mama scrunched her forehead.

"No, ma. Tsamara could not bear to pee, so already wet the bed."

"Na-wool?" Repeated Ms. Husna with a look of wonder and looks like she is thinking.

"Oh my God, don't let it not pee. But the water has broken, because it wants to give birth."

Husna walked over to her daughter-in-law, and revealed a little of her lower shirt. Then observe for a moment the water marks at the foot of Tsamara.

"It's not wrong, this is amniotic fluid. We need to get him to the hospital. In a moment, your wife will give birth to Thoriq."

"Me-birth?" Repeat Thoriq, then briefly meet with Tsamara.