I'm Again My Husband
Babu-like

04.00 am

Almost every day Ana wakes up this early. After cleaning up, she immediately headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for him and his family. His hair was smeared carelessly, a knee-length negligee wrapped around his body that was actually still smooth, as well as his legs that were left naked on a ceramic floor that felt cold.

He washed the rice, put it on the table and pressed the cook button on the rice cooker. He then washed the dirty dishes he had used for dinner last night. He was too tired to wash after dinner. Finished washing the dishes, he continued by sweeping the floor and mopping it.

It's 5 o'clock in 40 minutes. Just now he was about to make a flat egg for breakfast, the sound of the cry of his second child was heard. She immediately left the eggs she had just picked up from the fridge on the kitchen table and rushed to her room to meet the little guy.

Arzetta, a 1-year-old baby girl, was crying next to her father, who was still sleeping. Ana immediately held her little baby.

"Dear Mama woke up? Let's take a bath to make it fragrant." he said monologue while holding a baby girl who began to stop crying.

Ana quickly bathes Arzetta and puts on her baby diaper and clothes. "Mama's son is beautiful and fragrant. Want to***** first?"

"Nen.nen.nen.." said the 1-year-old baby while pointing at the front of Ana's clothes.

"OKAY. But Arzetta just took her on the couch, huh? Yuk. Uh for a second, Mama get Papa's clothes first."

"Papa.. Bobo.. Papa's.. Bobo.."

"Yes Papa is still bobo, Beautiful. Let's wake up."

The 1-year-old baby smiled showing his newly grown 6 teeth.

"Pa.. Papa's.. Up, Pa. Look Arzetta is beautiful, loohh.." Ana shook her husband's body slowly. Arzetta laughed as her father's body swayed.

"What time is it?" prasetya asked, Ana's husband, with a typical sound of people waking up and half-opened eyes.

"Hour 6, Mas."

"Papa.. Papa.." The beautiful baby was trying to grab his father's face.

Prasetya woke up from his sleep which was immediately greeted by Arzetta's embrace. "Such a beauty Papa." Prasetya kissed the puffiness of the cheeks of the 1-year-old baby.

"Yuk, Arzetta same Mama. Papa's gonna take a shower first." Ana grabbed the tiny body from her husband's lap.

"***** Mom.. ***** Mama.." Arzetta's back dancing around Ana's breast.

"Mas, I put my change of clothes on the bed. I want nenenin Arzetta." Ana said before leaving the room.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ana heads to the living room sofa, she feeds Arzetta while watching television to keep it from getting quiet. Uncompleted breastfeeding Arzetta, screams were heard from the room next to her that was occupied by her 3-year-old eldest son, Arzanka.

"Mama!" his son was the first.

"Mama on the couch, brother. Again nyusuin sister. Brother here yes!" he shouted back the firstborn's call.

Shortly thereafter, a 3-year-old boy came out with his disheveled hair and pillow face.

"Here, sweetie." Ana stretched out her hand for the firstborn to approach. Arzanka sat down next to her mother.

"Had taken a shower, Ma?" ask the eldest while playing his little finger.

"Udah, Brother."

"Yeah.. Though I want to take a bath with my sister." lamented the eldest.

"So, I woke up late. Take a shower with her sister later this afternoon." Persuade Ana to her firstborn.

After she finished breastfeeding Arzetta, Ana immediately bathed Arzanka. Now, his two children are neat and fragrant. "Sister, take care of sister first. Mama wants to cook eggs for breakfast, okay?"

"okay!" exclaimed Arzanka gave his thumb.

Prasetya came out of his room, he greeted his two children who were playing in the family room. He sat for a while buttoning his shirt sleeves and playing with the kids.

"Papa... Papa's..." Call Arzetta lift the ball to Prasetya's front.

The father and his two children were playing with laughter from the three. That sight alone was enough to make Ana smile happily. She felt grateful, no matter how busy her husband, Pras still took the time to play with his children.

"Let's have breakfast!" take Pras to his two children. He then carried Arzetta to the dining table.

"Let's go!!" Arzanka called out.

Ana takes Arzetta from her husband's arms and sits him in a special chair, while Arzanka sits on the dining chair beside her. Ana feeds her two children painstakingly.

After breakfast, Arzetta asks for a sling. Next to Ana's hand held Arzetta, next to her, washed off the old breakfast plate. It looks very troublesome indeed, but this is what Ana lives every day.

Prasetya, Ana's husband. He is a responsible husband to his children. He always took the time to play with his children. But Ana felt differently the last few weeks. Pras, once her husband was called, these few weeks have always been cold and indifferent to Ana. Ana doesn't know what caused it.

"An, what car keys?" Pras asked coldly.

"Usually you keep it, Mom. Where did you put it last night?" Ana asked back.

"The story is behind him. Search it!" Titah Pras's.

Ana took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Weary. That's how he feels. Not only tired from taking care of both his baby and the house, but also tired of seeing Pras' later indifferent attitude to him.

Did I pay less attention to Mas Pras? Am I less adept at taking care of the household?

Those questions raged in Ana's mind. She paced around the house looking for her husband's car keys while holding Arzetta. The 1-year-old baby cries every time Ana tries to take it down. While Pras, he prepared his own needs to go to the office.

"Ka.. Kaka... Arzanka!" Ana called her first child.

Ana panics when she does not find the firstborn in the house. He ran out of the house but still did not see his first son. While carrying Arzetta, he was moved back into the house.

"Mas, have you seen Arzanka?" Ask Pras who just came out of the room.

"And he's from the same morning you are! Why ask me!" Pras raised his voice, seeming to blame Ana.

"So I'm looking for your car keys again, Mas." Ana gave a reason.

"Just a son is no becus." Pras Ketus. "I'm late for the office!"

Ana was silent. Such a tone of voice she had been used to hearing from her husband's mouth the past few weeks. Ana was silent because she did not want to fight with her husband, let alone in front of her children.

Ana and Pras search all over the house but do not find their eldest son. Their house was not very big, so it did not take long to explore it.

Pras saw a small shadow behind his car, he immediately rushed to the back of his car.

"Arzanka!" Call Pras when he sees his first child hiding in the back of the car.

"Well, look." The 3-year-old boy complained out of hiding.

"What's that?" Pras asked sharply when he saw his son carrying something in his right hand.

Pras took the thing Arzanka was holding. "This is Papa's car key! Papa came late to the office because he was looking for a car key! And you, just shut up to get the car keys!" Bentak Pras's.

"Mas!" Excited Ana sees Pras yelling at Arzanka. He immediately pulled the frightened Arzanka to be next to him. "Talking slowly with the child can't really?"

"I'm late for work because of him!"

"OKAY. Arzanka holds your car keys, but that doesn't mean you can talk to him. Arzanka is in its infancy, Mas. And a clash like that would ruin his developing psychic. Don't take you for granted later on, Mas. Come, Brother. We're in."

Ana leads Arzanka into the house. Pras followed him behind.

"You don't need to talk to me. Take care of yourself you can't, let alone take care of a child." Pras sarcas.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Ask Ana sharply.

"Yes you! Look at your appearance! More like babu than the wife of a big corporate production manager!" After uttering ridicule to Ana, Pras exited the house with wide steps.

Ana sighed deeply, hugging her two hearts with teary eyes. "Aren't you okay, honey?" Ask the firstborn.

Arzanka. "Why did it change, Ma?"