GENK DUDA ACUTE
120. The Family (1)

“Ma, hold Nuna, dong! Dean wants to get ready,” said Dean, thrust the hand of a year-old baby girl to Bu Amalia.

Her name is Aruna Danastri Hartono. The youngest daughter of Dean and Winarsih's baby girl who can be sure will not fail youngest again. Winarsih had installed an IUD shortly after giving birth to Aruna. The little girl is now a year old and is actively stepping feet.

“What do you want to get ready again?” ask Amalia from the couch. Wonderful to see his son who is neat but says he will be back to get ready.

“Liat, dong. Dean's hair is still like gini,” replied Dean, restoring his hair.

“It was also neat,” muttered Bu Amalia, turning her attention to Aruna whose hand was holding on to the edge of the sofa.

“Not really like going out of the house,” Dean said as he left his youngest daughter.

“Not really—not really. Yes, the risk of many children if they cannot dance normally. Your father wants to be handsome. Though it is old,” said Bu Amalia, looking at Aruna cheeks who looked at her with a serious face.

“Nuna join arisan?” ask Mr. Hartono who arrived at the family room.

“Cute said Dean. That's why it's neat like this,” replied Ms. Amalia, again leading Aruna's hand nearby. “Lucky his face looks like his mother. Try if not ... Mama can shadow the sprain Winarsih,” said Bu Amalia.

Aruna understood his main words. The little girl again made a serious look at him.

“How Nuna squirms we look like her mother. His face kept serious. Serious but calm,” said Mr. Hartono.

“But surely this one scared his father. His eyes have been intimidating since childhood.” Ms. Amalia laughed looking at her youngest grandchild.

And what Ms. Amalia said was absolutely true. Not only inherited the semblance of face from Winarsih, Aruna's attitude and the baby's care was similar to her mother. Aruna was not whiny and was named the most cooperative baby in the house. Even when he was born, Dean didn't stay up late looking after him. But even so, the calm Aruna even made Dean seem unable to refuse his daughter's request.

“No need to bring this doll, huh? Bring the smaller one. This is huge. Bigger doll than you,” said Dean, take the elephant doll that Aruna used to sleep while feeding the bottle.

Aruna said nothing. His hand released the elephant doll, but his gaze could not be seen the face of his father.

“Bby? We brought the smaller ones, huh?” Dean thrusts a miniature elephant doll at Aruna.

Aruna's face did not show an annoyed expression or want to cry. The girl clutched the mini elephant doll with a disappointed look.

“Yes, geez. His face is like that. Yes, we have brought it. Mr. tucker again with a big one. Don't be so sad. You are indeed the most good at making you feel guilty. Similar really sama—”

“Your mother?” cut Winarsih, walk up to Dean who is sitting on the edge of the bedroom bed Dita and Widi. “A little bit like your mother,” Winarsih said, grabbed Aruna's hand and started combing the baby's hair.

“But it is, Win. I'm kind of the same Nuna. I feel glared at you. This baby often makes me feel cornered with his gaze.” Dean chuckles pinched softly on his daughter's cheek.

“When do I glare? I guess never,” replied Winarsih, who was already very beautiful that afternoon with a cream-colored dress patterned with yellow flowers.

“Not glaring at how. But the way you squirm it, yeah, looks like this baby. Come on... It's done, right? We're leaving now. This time Jennifer's idea was amazing. One cafe for rent half a day.” Dean lifts Aruna into his trunk. His right hand stretched out waiting for Winarsih to rise. He hugged his wife's shoulder and kissed the top of her head before leaving the room.

“Ayo—ayo, Mas Dirja with his sister. Widi why pout?” dean asked Widi who had bent her face.

“Like the color of his shirt. He said he would wear it yesterday. Kan, it's dirty. What is used is also good. Widi should not be like that,” said Winarsih, tidying up the yellow knee-length dress worn by her daughter.

A babysitter took Widi up to the car and went straight to the back seat. Dirja and Dita have gone up first. The two boys looked like a pair of twins because their bodies were almost the same size. Moreover, his face.

Dean was still standing in front of the open car door holding Aruna. Winarsih was next to him checking his son one by one before getting into the car.

“Lack one more of this,” said Dean, looking into the car.

“I—aku,” said Handaru who appeared in the company of a babysitter. “Wait, want to see it,” Handaru said, pointing to the sky. An airplane can be seen flying through space.

“Sooking, you know, Mbak. That's a big height!” Handaru looked at his Babysitter face with a pitying face.

Dean and Winarsih looked at each other. They already understand Handaru's words that can sometimes be very sharp. Dean grimaced at the almost three-year-old boy. “Ayo, Daru up. You want to hang out,” pinta Dean.

Handaru climbed into the front seat with his babysitter. The Hartono family now employs four babysitters. One man takes care of Dirja and Dita's needs, one still cuddles the moody Widi. Another takes care of Handaru who is critical and always has things to complain about. And another helped Winarsih look after Aruna.

Dirja grows up to be a confident and wise child for a child her age. His function is to be a judge for his sister who scrambles toys. While Dita is often an entertainer for her sister who cried because she lost the Dirja decision.

Widi remains a complaining and sensitive child. While Handaru became the younger brother who often said that his brother was chatty.

Handaru once said, “Mbak Widi nagging like a baby. Nuna is good,” said Handaru when comparing Widi and Aruna.

“One, two, three, four. Your stomach is empty, right, Mom?” dean asked looking at Winarsih's face next to him. Winarsih straightened her teeth looking at her husband. “Kosong. Come on, we're leaving.” Dean touched Winarsih's back, asking her to go up first.

The car immediately drove to a family-themed cafe. Equipped with playground for children. Their driver is still Mr. Noto. The driver, who was originally the personal driver of Ms. Amalia, is now a private driver for Winarsih.

As Dean said, the transfer of power in the Hartono extended family happened slowly but surely. Winarsih already has the same power owned by her mother-in-law in the house.

If the transfer of power occurs in the hands of women, it is different with Dean. He endured what his father had done. That is to cope with all the expenses in the house.

"I was sent a photo of the cafe with the same Sister Jenni. That's good, sir. It's good to bring the kids," Winarsih said on the trip.

"You're not going to play there? Want to hug an elephant doll?" dean asked looking at Aruna's face on her lap. The baby looked at his father with a sparkling face. His hands clutched the neck of the elephant doll. "Father so feel my elephant son too. Come on, you kiss me first" Dean asked Aruna.

The little girl took off her elephant and got up and wrapped her hands around Dean's neck. Aruna buried her tiny nose in Dean's cheek long enough. Dean laughed a little and then turned his face away. He cupped Aruna in the face and kissed her cheek many times.

"You are indeed Winarsih sachet" Dean told Aruna. "Mr dear to you" continued Dean.

Aruna was the only baby Winarsih conceived and managed to get Dean through the agony for quite a while. Nearly nine months Dean lived his life as a love slave to his wife. Winarsih's indiscriminate jealousy barely keeps her from picking. When Dean imagined Aruna the baby would keep her awake all night for three months, it missed. Aruna was the quietest baby of her siblings.

Winarsih looks at Dean and Aruna's friendly interaction with a pinched smile. She feels like the luckiest woman in the world. With all his shortcomings, for Winarsih, Dean is the most perfect husband and father of his children.

"Sir!" call Widi from behind.

"Yes?" suhut Dean, look back.

"I don't love you?" tanya Widi pouted a little.

"This is different again" muttered Dean, glancing at Winarsih who chuckled. "That's a shame, Mrs Widi. Dear Father to Mpa Widi it was spilled," replied Dean and then let out a long sigh.

There was the sound of giggling laughter Dirja and Dita. Then it is connected with the words, "Halah ..." from Handaru.

To Be Continued

It seems to have to be split in two ends.

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Note :

Elephant dolls named Jattestor can be purchased through IKEA online. Hahaha (Important, njuss!)