GENK DUDA ACUTE
113. Baby Look

The rainy season, the morning yard is always wet with rainwater last night. In the afternoon, dark clouds hang in the sky as a sign that rain can spill on the earth at any time. People deliberately avoid going out of the house from late afternoon to night.

Dean deliberately left the office early to return home and pick up Winarsih. The sky is getting dark. Before planning the agenda that afternoon, he and Winarsih had agreed to take Daru to the hospital while keeping the baby boy's immunization schedule.

As soon as his car came out of the courtyard of the office building, Dean immediately clicked a button on the car's LCD screen, looking for Winarsih's name on the exit call.

“Win, again what?” dean asked when he heard Winarsih's voice from across the phone.

“Again prepared. Is he out of the office? How many minutes to go home? I want milkin Daru first,” Winarsih said.

“Half hour nyampe. You milkin first. Don't forget to wear a rather thick shirt, Win. It's so cloudy outside. Especially later the hospital AC also definitely kenceng.” Dean looked at his wife as usual.

“Mas change clothes first, or leave immediately?” ask Winarsih again.

“Live to go. Worried about ujan deres. If we try deres malem-malem, we're good at home. Cuddle each other,” said Dean laughed.

“Iya. Yeah, had. I milked Handaru first,” Winarsih said across the phone. The conversation ended and Dean drove his car through a crowded street in the afternoon.

Winarsih already stood on the porch of the house with a small bundle wrapped around the batik line and knotted on his shoulder. She still carries her baby in that traditional way. He felt more comfortable using a long cloth than a modern sling. For this reason, Dean no longer debated his wife.

Dean got out of the car and half ran up the terrace stairs. “Kok, don't wait in dalem aja? The wind is cold,” said Dean, taking the bag from Winarsih's hand. He then held his wife's shoulder down the terrace stairs. “Udah talk to Dirja, if we go to the hospital?” ask Dean. Later, Dirja who is five years old often asks if his parents are not home.

“Udah. Dita was also. Widi just slept. From the afternoon invited to sleep do not want. I fell asleep on the sofa in front of the tv. Waking up to bed would be crying. Nyari.” Winarsih got into the car with the door opened by Dean.

“Bas put where?” Dean lifted the yellow lady's handbag in front of his wife.

“Terserah, Mas.” Winarsih no longer cared where her husband would put the bag. He was busy arranging his sitting as comfortable as possible. Daru who had fallen asleep a little wriggling because of the sound of car door slashing.

“I just pack the bag,” Dean said as he got into the car and sat behind the wheel.

“Build him because of the sound of the car door,” Winarsih said, peeking into the sling.

“Try dumped again. All his fathers would look. After a long day of work, the man needs an immediate view.” Dean poked his wife's cheek.

“So, if Mas came home from work to stop by Beer Garden, it means want to squirm that soon?” asked Winarsih, loosening the knot of a long cloth over her shoulder.

“No, Win …. Wrong talk me like,” said Dean, pursing his mouth to look at his wife. “Disusuin was his son. I don't want you out back and forth stripping the shirt buttons. Enough me to disarm him if we are both again,” Dean added with a look made as serious as possible. His head followed looking at Daru.

The topic of conversation about looking for fresh ones should be immediately diverted. Dean's flexibility to speak does sometimes bring difficulties for him. And that difficulty often comes from his mother or wife.

“We're looking for Ma'am Wulan first, right? Later the time of the besuk clock is even finished if we over time ngantri immunization.” Winarsih stepped her feet carefully as she entered the elevator.

“Iya—we go straight to Wulan's nursery. Rio and Sky also already nyampe,” said Dean, embracing Winarsih's shoulder with his left hand carrying the woman's bag.

The elevator stopped and clanked after passing through three floors. Dean's gaze was fixed on the wall where the number of hospital room instructions was located.

Dean took his wife's arm to turn right and down a short hallway. From a distance their gazes were fixed in the same direction. A pair of humans were whispering in front of the ward door.

Santoso and Musdalifah.

The couple was so excited that they were whispering to the door. The two did not hear Dean and Winarsih's footsteps approaching behind them.

“All gentlemen. We can look at Mr. Toni's house. No, it doesn't have to be in the hospital. I'm not good, Mas.” The tiptoed Musdalifah peered out from the glass crack in front of the door.

“You chat with Ms. Wulan,” Santoso said.

“Bu Wulan Baru lahiran must be tired if invited to chat for too long. The woman in Dalem is just me. Mr. Toni said, tomorrow we go home.” The Musdalifah looked at Santoso.

“From this glass can not be seen who came. Mas Rio and Mas Langit can take his wife. Come on, come on in. We're already nyampe here.” Now Santoso is on the floor.

“Ehem!” Dean finally cleared his throat.

Musdalifah and Santoso held hands, shocked by the arrival of someone behind them.

“Mau what time is it on the doorstep? I want to go in,” Dean said.

“It's hard to get in and see the people,” muttered Dean. “Who needs to talk?” dean looked at Santoso's face.

“My wife, Sir. Condolence because in Dalem it contains all the fathers. Want to look at home aja,” said Santoso.

“In dalem there are no mothers, except Wulan. Other mothers look at Mr. Toni's house as well as arisan. This is my wife coming, because Handaru wants immunization. If you need to chat, can ask my wife for help.” Dean changed his speech to be very official.

“Nah, yes. Come, Mus. Chat with Bu Win aja in dalem,” invite Santoso, wring his wife's arm and knock on the door of the nursery.

Footsteps approached and a second later the door leaf swung open. Toni's face appeared with her left hand holding the baby.

“Mas.” Winarsih pulled Dean's hand so that her husband bowed to hear her words.

Dean brought his ears closer to the smooth on Winarsih's lips. “What, Mom?” whispered Dean.

“I want to see Mas Toni's son. Ask Mas Toni to put his son in the box. Me and Mama Musdalifah want to see. Toni is very tall. I'm the same Ma'am Mus should get on the chair if you want to see a baby in his carrier.” Winarsih giggled softly in her husband's ears.

“It turns out want to benefit me,” said Dean re-establish his body, looking at Winarsih. “Ton! Tirta, right, her name? You put it in the box, dong. I want to see clearly,” Dean's wishes.

“Napa, De? Tumben.” Rio spoke from the sofa in front of the television. “Eh, but I also want to see again clearly. Toni from earlier megangin her child continues to kayak mother cat,” added Rio. He stood up from the sofa and stepped closer to the baby box.

Wulan sat in a half-lying bed. His mouth looks very fresh. She has been so beautiful since she became pregnant. His face, which used to be thin, was even more perfect, because the weight gain made his cheeks filled.

“Mus, come here!” exclaims Santoso on the Musdalifah who linger stepped closer to the baby box.

"That's great,” Sky chirps. “His handsome face is nothing imitated, flirtatious do not.” The sky chuckled at Toni.

All the men who were there ignored the joke. Sky knows everyone is running a frugal protocol joking about everything that can disturb mothers.

Like seeing the birth of Dirja, Dean's eldest child five years ago, four men plus Santoso were peering into the box. Winarsih who originally booked a place for the scene, had to settle for being pinned under her husband's armpits. Musdalifah stood behind Santoso and peeked over his shoulder.

“Ganteng, Win .. Our youngest daughter stock is Widi only. Want to be betrothed I am less sreg if my son married the same younger,” said Dean.

“Lo what the hell, anyway? Baby belom see the morning sun already want to be betrothed aja,” by the Sky.

Wulan laughed when she heard that.

“Unfortunately the youngest of you guys, De. Possibly already closed,” continued Rio looked at the faces of Dean and Toni alternately.

“Iya. Possibly closed,” said Dean, looking back at the face of a baby boy with straight brown hair and reddish cheeks.

“Who said the possibility is closed? There's still a possibility. He said five, though. Safe. So far his words have always matched,” timpal Musdalifah suddenly.

“So, move. I want to face to face the same wife lo,” pinta Dean, shaking hands on Santoso who is in front of him.

Santoso took a step back, coming out of the tight circle around the baby box.

“What words? What is suitable?” ask Dean.

“Kata Asih son of Pak Toni boy and handsome. Tuh, bener,” Musdalifah.

“Trus? What is the relationship with the possibility?” dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

Toni, Rio and Sky looked at Musdalifah. A quiet room awaits Musdalifah's answer.

“The relationship is .. said Asih, Mr. Dean's son will be five.” The Musdalifah shrugged his shoulders.

Dean fell silent. He looked down at Winarsih's face under his arm. A five? The fourth immunization is incomplete.

“Buset! Handaru also failed youngest!” The sky slapped Dean's shoulders chuckling.

"Can't! I had to prove the Asih's description wrong. It's delicious," Dean scolded. "I'll take care of you, Mom. Enough of four. You don't have to be afraid." Dean kissed Winarsih's head, nodding uncertainly when he heard her husband's words.

To Be Continued