I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
Learning to Be a Parent

Anjani tries to sit himself in bed, of course Arkan his son-in-law, in addition to raising the height of his bed, he also helps support the body of anjani so that he is comfortable to learn to sit and walk.

"Don't force it if it hurts," Arkan said.

Anjani shook her head was painful, but she was still able to try to move her body little by little. So because Anjani is pushy and stubborn, Arkan also agreed.

"What do you want to sit? You both have to rest a lot" Arkan said.

"Pegel, Mom. I don't usually sleep so rich for so long, especially I can't sleep" Anjani replied.

"So what do you want hm?" Ask Arkan while rubbing the back of Anjani's hand.

"You're fine."

"Wanna eat?" Ask Arkan.

Anjani shook her head, if she didn't want anything, Arkan decided to make formula milk for her daughter. He had studied earlier, because the doctor said that his child should be given milk every 2 hours. Anjani who saw that instantly pulled Arkan's arm. "Mas wants to make milk for Arsyla?"

Arkan nodded, but his gaze now focused on Anjani even without speaking. Anjani. "Don't, I'd like to try to give your daughter to me."

"Honey, your body is still limp later–"

"Mass, can you? I want Arsy to always stick with me. I want to fulfill her rights as a child, even though I can't really. But I can, huh?" Anjani Pinta.

Actually it's nothing, Arkan felt that Anjani indeed had to rest completely. This was his first experience accompanying Anjani giving birth, becoming a father and of course he still had a lot of worries. He didn't want Anjani to be in pain, or he was too tired. But if Anjani is stubborn already, he nods.

Anjani saw that was happy too. This was the moment he was waiting for. It will be complete when she gives birth, becoming a mother who can fulfill the rights of her children. Slowly, Arkan approached the baby box and held Arsyla who seemed to whine a little because she was hungry.

"Let's son Mama's hungry yeah, it's the same Mama." Anjani stretched out her hands making Arkan chuckle with anxiety. Aduh Anjani indeed when viewed is still too small to have children.

"Open the buttons on his shirt first" Arkan said, trying to calm his daughter.

"You're crazy, Mas. Why?!" Anjani asked in shock. Yeah, it's a hospital and Arkan asked her to take off her shirt.

Arkan sighed. "You don't think ngaco, I–"

"What?? This is the hospital you want me to undress, what do you want? You want that?" Tanya Anjani could not believe it.

Well how this explains it, obviously that's not what Arkan means. But it does do that. It has to be opened first, right? He's never seen anyone breastfeed, but if theoretically he does. "If you want to breastfeed our child that is."

Anjani's face flushed red, she reflexively closed her eyes in embarrassment. His mind was everywhere. Yeah, well, Arkan's not specific, play it open. "You didn't say!"

"Just be angry, mother. Come on quick."

"However embarrassed!"

"Why should I be ashamed, there is already Arsy means I have enjoyed everything, have seen everything," Arkan said.

"Yes, I'm ashamed!" How to explain this to Arkan if he's embarrassed. But because it was such a procedure Anjani followed Arkan's directions and raised next to her bra.

Seeing that Arkan gave a laugh, don't ask why. Yes, because it's funny, the little wife is very mature now. Arkan slowly positioned his son in Anjani's lap. After that he sat next to Anjani and helped support his son's body because Anjani was still very stiff.

"Why wouldn't Arsy want to?" Ask Anjani.

Arkan understands the truth, yes it is the taste of breast milk and formula must not be the same, so his son must feel strange. But it makes Anjani panic especially now that Arsy has whined.

"His wealth he doesn't like isi." Anjani's face began to change, this was indeed what she feared. Moreover, he read that pregnant women who give birth to cesarean will experience a little delay in composing their children.

"Try it again, honey. Arsy's not used to it yet, try again huh?" Arkan said soothingly while rubbing Anjani's back and still supporting his son's body.

Anjani tries back, but it seems like Arsy does not want to drink it. Seriously Anjani felt rejected by his own child. How taste. That's why she's crying now seeing her son not drinking milk and crying even more

"Darling why? Don't give up that way, Arsyla would."

"But he's crying, you make formula milk. I'm sorry, he doesn't want to be with me, Masss."

Arkan shook his head and tried to calm Anjani down. Now his task is increased, calming Anjani and his son. He's confused too. But it is not wrong if Anjani feels rejected or sad. Because this moment was the one he had been waiting for the most all this time.

Arkan gently rubbed his daughter's head while peeping her forehead and nose. "Heyy, pretty boy. Remember your father being a good boy. Don't do it, honey. Mama's sad."

"Drink the milk, baby. Daddy's son is smart, he wants to grow up and he has to drink a lot of milk."

"Kasian Arsynya, make milk alone," said Anjani Lirih, he seemed resigned, would be more selfish if he made his son starve.

Hearing that Arkan put on a face and looked at Anjani. "Try it again, will you? After that if I still don't want to make milk."

"But, my son is crying."

"One more time." Arkan tries to convince Anjani.

Seeing that Anjani sighed, not knowing what to do but if he survives selfishly it will be longer. So Anjani tried again.

Arkan also helped the process by rubbing the tops of his son's head. At first she still refused, making Anjani directly look at her husband. But Arkan nodded as if he wanted Anjani to try again. Then in the end it turns out that Arsy devoured the breast buds filled with milk and sucked it greedily.

Seeing that Anjani smiled, but at once she grimaced. It was painful to breastfeed a baby, but somehow she cried happily because her child drank voraciously.

"illness?" Ask Arkan who could not bear to see Anjani grimacing.

Anjani nodded slowly. "S-little sshh ... Masses. How's that?"

"Then don't go ahead, will I call a doctor?" Ask Arkan.

"No, Mass let it."

Anjani tries to hold it all down, because indeed he wants Arsy to be fulfilled his intake. So Anjani tried to fit in. Maybe this is because the first time he breastfed a child so sick like this.

Luckily Arkan was always by his side, not even he let go of his hand that helped support the baby, he stayed with Anjani and that made Anjani feel that he should not be sneezing.

"When it hurts, it's already?"

"Though, until Arsy was full. Akhhh–" Anjani closed her eyes tightly, it turns out that this is yes being a mother. The struggle turned out to be heavy and Anjani realized that all this time a lot of guilt with his mother.

"Then hold it? Thank you for giving anything to our son, Anjani. We learn together in the future, right? Learn to be a parent." Arkan smiled and then kissed Anjani's cheek, after which he returned to focus on staring at his daughter who was greedy once enjoying the milk flowing there.