GENK DUDA ACUTE
114. Medications For Mommy

For a normal birth, Wulan was in the hospital for three days and two nights. Some of his former office friends had just come home before lunch. They hurriedly took a break when Doctor Azizah came to the ward for the last visit. After making sure everything was normal and there were no problems, the doctor shook the new parents' hands with a smile.

Toni rushes down to the ground floor to settle all the hospital bills so she can bring her little family home.

While in the hospital Toni absolutely no left his son and wife. Clothes that are packed before leaving are not just baby equipment and clothes of his wife. But also his clothes while he was there. Each baby was delivered into the room, Toni did not move from waiting for the baby. Just like a hen incubating her eggs.

The excitement and excitement of having a baby boy made Toni unable to sleep well for two nights. The night fell asleep very late and woke up very early. It feels like he is in love.

“I can't wait to meet Mami, Lan,” Toni said when they were in the car.

“According to Mas, Mami will inget not if we—"

“Doain aja Mami never remember if we ever split.” Toni put her hand behind Wulan's shoulder. His head lowered rubbing the cheeks of a handsome baby boy who in just two days his cheeks look already filled.

“Mom-mom so come to the house not Arisan all squirm my son. I can sit quietly while my baby is still,” said Wulan, looking at Toni's hand that was rubbing their baby's cheek.

Wulan smiled faintly at the sweet hassles she had long wanted to feel.

“Our son, Lan—our son,” correction Toni half laughed. She felt a little amused because Wulan was so possessive about having her baby. Is this what Dean often feels? Ask Tony in my heart.

Moms and new parents everywhere seem just as troublesome. Their luggage coming home from the hospital looked like they had just returned on vacation from abroad for a month. Plus gifts from relatives and friends that meet the back of the car.

Two housekeepers who seemed very enthusiastic were waiting for the baby in the house, waiting on the porch. When the car stopped in front of the terrace, the two assistants immediately approached. Then, they opened the door for Wulan.

“Bu Wulan, we are cool,” said the most senior assistant.

Hearing that, Wulan smiled. “Ayo, we go to dalem aja. His name is Tirta, Mbak,” said Wulan, climbing the terrace stairs. She could not remember her husband standing there waiting for her.

“It doesn't hurt anymore?” muttered Toni, looking at Wulan who was casually climbing up the terrace stairs.

Toni and the office driver entered the house. Each in their hands was clutched in luggage that was lowered from the back of the car. The household assistant who had intended to help, instead sat around Wulan in the living room.

“Complete name, Bu?” ask the other housekeeper.

“Name Tirta William Anderson. Her son Mami Wulan,” muttered Wulan, clenching his mouth anxiously touching the cheeks of his sleeping baby.

“Anak Papi Toni as well,” said Toni who passed carrying default to the second floor.

Wulan glanced at her husband and laughed. “Iya, Papi Toni's son also.”

A babysitter who had been hired two days earlier came from the living room. “Bu, all baby gear, put where? in his dedenya room? Or in mom's room?” ask the young girl.

“Congenital items from the hospital, put them into the nursery only. Tirta will remain in my room. If I take a nap, or I have another job, Tirta in his room. You help me keep an eye out, if I'm working on something else.” Wulan explained what her baby babysitter should do later.

Actually Wulan has rejected Toni's proposal about using the services of a babysitter. But her husband insisted that she also needed rest. Moreover, post-natal wounds have not healed.

“Eh, so Mr. Toni the default lift,” said the senior household assistant. He hurriedly stood up to pick up the luggage from Toni's hands that had twice been back and forth near them. Fortunately, their employers were good long ago. Toni is never fussy and tends to be stupid with the state of the house.

“Honey, let's take Tirta to Mami's room. Take the elevator alone,” invite Toni, spread her left hand invite Wulan to stand. He looked at his increasingly handsome son. Tirta's eyeballs are light brown. The baby opened his eyes and clicked his tongue.

Tony didn't knock on his mother's door. He had peeked when his mother was sitting on the head of the bed. A book is on his lap.

“This is my son, Sus. His name is Tirta,” Toni said, rubbing the back of her baby's head. He stood behind Wulan, holding his wife's shoulder.

“Mami ...,” call Wulan, approach Bu Anderson and sit on the edge of the bed. “This is Mas Toni's son, Mami's grandson. Want to carry?” wulan asked, looking at the slightly confused look on Bu Anderson's face.

“Child Toni?” asked Bu Anderson to extend his hand. “Oh, Wulan said to the hospital. Apparently lahiran?” Ms. Anderson looked at the child's face and her daughter-in-law moved around.

“Yes, this is Mami's grandson. Name's Tirta. Look, Mi .... Tirta handsome. Anak Mas Toni is handsome,” said Wulan, shifting his seat to put Tirta on the lap of his mother-in-law.

“Mami has a lot to spare. Mommy does not want if Wulan is pregnant.” Ms. Anderson curled her lips about to cry.

“Nothing. The important thing is healthy mom.” Toni pulled the chair that the Nurse Chief used to occupy.

“Swipe over here, Lan,” pinta Bu Anderson points at his left arm. He asked Wulan to move Tirta's position further up. His hand was now quite strong, but he did not dare to touch the red baby carelessly. Moreover, Tirta was the granddaughter he had been waiting for so long.

“Mas Tirta, this is Oma.” Wulan rubbed the cheek of Tirta who seemed to be thirsty. The baby wriggled and rubbed his hands against his face.

“Kok, Mom? No sister,” said Toni who bowed holding Tirta's tiny hand on his mother's lap.

“I want to go straight. Want to have another child. Nothing like Winar,” Wulan.

“Say yesterday was very sick. These wounds have not healed yet, ” replied Toni.

“Nothing. I want to, Mas. Biar rame's. Let Mas also not often hang out outside because many children at home are waiting. Anyway, when do I want to immediately have another child. Don't take a pause. Dikasi handsome kayak gini, I became curious as the female version.” Wulan clenched her mouth furiously, holding the tip of her baby sock.

Toni stood watching her mother and wife one by one. Two generations are admiring the next generation.

“Mmmm, so if many children the goal so that Mas do not often hang out?” tanya Toni, pinch Wulan's cheek.

“Iya, more quality time for family.” Wulan replied without looking.

Toni smiles. Do many kids cut down on time? He felt like he needed to learn more from Dean and Winarsih.

“Mas, caterer yesterday who called?” tanya Wulan looked up at her husband.

“Mus. Why?”

“Enak. The message is next week, said Mbak Jenni. They all want to see Tirta. I'll call Mommy Mus. My sisters are also at a gathering next week. Everyone wants to see Tirta. Want to see Tirta, Son ..” Wulan's gaze returned to the baby.

“Goodoo Oma handsome. Similar to Opa. Her hair is brown, her skin is good. Tirta ngobatin kangen Oma to Opa. If Opa could squirm too,” whispered Bu Anderson, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Toni rubbed her mother's arm gently. “Mami doain, Toni and Wulan can make a lot of grandchildren. Mami is not lonely anymore,” Toni said.

As an only child, Toni always felt lonely. Great house, but lots of time alone. He also agreed Wulan's plan to directly add baby, although a little painful to remember the process of giving birth to their baby.

Also .... Toni now understands better why Dean produces so many children. Previously, they always to and fro the two, so lonely at home.

To Be Continued