First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
75. Kangen

Ali's age has been seven days, and today is a wedding event for Muhammad Khaidir Ali. Once Hamish gave a name to his son, and it was the name proposed by Raka.

The word Raka symbolizes the justice and valor of a leader, Hamish and Firda agree. So did Abah and Dad. Don't ask how proud Raka is when the name of her gift is pinned on her niece, her chin continues to rise to the top.

Firda still did not dare to bathe Ali, otherwise his mother who bathed then Hamish who would intervene.

"Fir, Ali's face looks like your husband?" said Sisil stroked Ali who was in a swing, the husbands gathered with the men including Abah and Dad who sat quietly in the living room of Deni's father's house.

The haircut and do'a was completed an hour ago, now is the time for invited guests to enjoy all-round goat meat dishes.

"If you don't look like my husband, who would you like? Like husband? Ogah." chuckle Firda, Sisil throws.

"According to the USG, my son is also a boy." said Sisil stroked his distended stomach.

"You're Git?" tanya Firda turned to Gita who continued to play Ali's chin.

"Same with you yesterday, later if you are born again to know. If my son is a girl, we'll make a yuk!" gita's proposal.

Firda turned to Hamish who was chatting with Noah and Ryu, then looked at Ali.

"This is my son and Hamish, the result of our cooperation. How can I decide for myself that he will be your son-in-law or not."

"There's no need to explain the process either, Fir! You think my big belly's just a hard job, Noah? Then I'm just the shampooing part, right? Loss dong."

Firda and Sisil chuckled.

"Who knows your son is too, we've been planning on a match. I'm afraid it will turn, Nauzubillahiminzalik... For example, women, apparently your child is not cute? Not ah, when to change the offspring if it can be ordinary."

"Hey, Noah's mas is handsome and I'm beautiful, cook his son..." Gita clucked in annoyance, Firda and Sisil laughed at Gita's sewot.

"Fir, how does it feel to give birth normally? It must hurt a lot, right? Bang Ryu said, if I can't do it, I'm Cesar."

"It feels like death, doesn't it?" Gita also asked, because two more months are predicted to give birth.

"Who said? Like the first night, it hurts a little bit but the rest..."

Firda deliberately hung his words because Ali looked agitated, it seemed like the baby was already hungry and thirsty. Still looks stiff Firda hesitates to take Ali who is in the cradle.

Hamish, who kept watching Firda's movements even though he was chatting with his two friends, soon approached.

"We're going to the room!" said Hamish took Ali from Firda's hands. With a little careful movement and unable to install any more, Firda followed Hamish's footsteps from behind towards their room to breastfeed.

...*****...

"Sister, I can carry, Ali, can't I?" pinta Raka in front of Firda's room door that opened wide.

Since Firda gave birth, her bedroom door has rarely been closed except when Firda gave ASI to Ali or at night. The rest Firda will leave the door wide open, so that if Ali cries and Firda who can not take care of the baby, her mother will come soon.

"Can you hold the baby? Brother is still afraid, if you fall how? Look at it, but don't pick it up!"

"The spy, when I really wanted to carry him." Raka walked up to the baby box, Ali still seen sleeping. Baby is indeed more sleep, good if the diaper is wet, thirsty or hungry.

"Why can my niece be this handsome? Give birth again, brother! Who knows, a girl must be beautiful. And I'll be his om who'll keep himself from the guys who'll tease him."

Firda immediately snapped his fair head.

"Ali is only one month old, you tell her to get pregnant again and give birth. You think cat brother? You're just like Hamish bang, wait for Ali to be three or four years old and he'll have a younger brother. Brother wants to finish college first."

"If you want a niece, you ask her to get married."

"Those ears are on the jewer by the Bagas bang,"

"Why?"

"Say he still hasn't thought about marriage, he's too young, she said when she asked him when he got married. You see the son of a friend of my mother who likes the same bang Bagas, she's the pretentious one."

"Who is he, Dek?" Firda was curious.

"Since when did you two become fond of gossiping your own brothers behind?"

Bagas already ruffled his waist in front of the room door, Firda and Raka could only grimace feeling guilty. Get ready to be sprayed with Bagas because gossip behind him.

But luckily Hamish had just returned home from the cafe as well, so congratulations Firda and Raka from Bagas nagging.

...*****...

"Bang, Ali's handsome, huh? Rich' me."

Hamish, who was holding Ali while sitting on the bed, chuckled.

"Yes, you're beautiful, but Ali's handsome. He's our son, Fir, so handsome as Abinya." said Hamish, peeping Firda's forehead spoiled on his shoulder.

"Ali's already booted, Bang, just put it in the box! I miss the same, Brother, I want to be in love. Since Ali was born, you've loved Ali more than me."

Hamish immediately put Ali slowly in the baby box placed right next to the bed, then hugged Firda affectionately.

"Who said Brother unfortunately only the same Ali, just like you dear brother too. It's just that the portions and the meaning are different, you're brother's wife and Ali's mother. Without you there wouldn't be Ali, where is it you don't love anymore?"

"Abang never messrai me again, indeed Brother does not miss me?"

Hamish let go of her embrace, cupping Firda's two cheeks with her two palms.

"Fir, Brother is far more kangen than you, but you are in puerperium. You also often wake up at night just to give ASI to Ali, so you do not want to disturb you. You need enough rest so that your ASI does not falter. After your puerperium is over, we go to the Midwife first, then." Hamish blinked his eyes flirtatiously, Firda pinched Hamish's stomach growling.

"It doesn't have to be like that, Bang, just the kiss-kissan will not have to wait for the end of the puerperium. I feel old when you don't spoil me anymore."

"Twenty years is not even yet, I feel old. Yes already, mumpung Ali sleep, we're dating ya! Don't let him peek at us..."

Hamish no longer continued his words because he had already buried Firda's lips into his mouth.

Firda will follow Hamish as long as Firda does not feel depressed and depressed. Young women the age of Firda who already have a baby are very vulnerable to stress or depression if they feel they are no longer loved.

"Bang, can't you? It's not out anymore, it's clean."

"Wait a few days, we'll consult! You miss it, huh?"

"He-uh,"

"Here, hug Abang or bite Abang let kangennya disappear." said Hamish hugged Firda again tightly.

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