I'M Nathasya Gustari
Three Towards Four

"Darren! don't run like that! axel's gonna fall!" caca shouted to see the five-year-old boy running on the sofa. Jump from one sofa to another. And little Axel who is not even three years old trying to jump following the brother.

"Don't scream like that. Later our child in here is shocked." a gentle swipe over his big belly made Caca try to catch her breath and exhale her slowly.

If asked tired. Caca's tired. His last two children are actively moving. Quarrelling. Jockeying and others that often make his neck veins out.

But Tara always refuses when Caca offers to delay the pregnancy. Even though he himself is troubled. Although Mentari who is now ten years old can help a little. Also Tara who always intervenes if it's home from work like this.

"Hey Boy's.. Come to daddy." The two children who had not listened to Caca's screams now immediately approached as soon as his father who spoke. Scramble to carry Tara. Although both know, they will both get a place in the right and left of the father.

"Darren first!"

"Acel first!"

Both of them chuckled as Tara kissed each side of their faces.

"If mama calls to be heard, it's Derren, Axel. Poor mom with baby sister."

Both nod. "Okay papa!"

Although Tara knew, later the two would definitely repeat the same thing again.

"Now playing with my sister. Don't run around at night." The two boys came down from Tara's lap and ran towards the drawing brother.

"For the birth this time, mama asked you to make a lahiran there" said Tara to the wife who was helping to remove the tie from her neck.

They did move immediately that week as William gave permission to Tara. It was because William thought of kindness for Tara. If William is concerned about the company, the man will not allow it even if only temporarily.

And the plan to open their own business was not so they carried out. Tara's income was more than enough to support their family there.

After all, if only for a temporary stay, what to build a business for. So thought Caca. And Tara followed his wife's wishes.

"Indeed, may old permission?" the problem is that if they want to fly in Jakarta, they have to go home these months while it is still safe to fly. And the lahiran is still two months away. Not yet post-lahiran recovery time. It's all Caca wants her husband to accompany her.

"I talked to the boss. He also gave permission until you were really strong to come back here."

Caca agreed. Honestly, he also misses Jakarta, which they have left five years.

"If your child is born, would you wear a nanny?" tawar Tara's. "My money is dear enough to pay a professional nanny here."

Caca had previously insisted on taking care of her own children. Because he also feels able to take care of himself. So that his children are close to him. Not closer to anyone else than his own mother.

"I want to take care of them myself not because you can't afford it. But because I felt I could take care of them myself."

"Continue now not able?" seductive Tara hugging her wife from behind. They were already in their room.

"Yes how would you be able, if in mulu mulu mau." Caca's sonny with a cynical glance that can make Tara laugh.

"You like kaaann too, I'm pregnant." Tara increasingly aggressively seduces his adorable wife with an enlarged stomach and more filled cheeks. Although Caca's body is not so big a change. It usually comes down after their child is born.

"Danish! it's yummy. I'm a kid factory!" Caca pinched the husband's arm that was on his stomach. "This is the last time, nothing else!"

"Relieve it! I am pregnant there. Old kid's a kid."

Tara rolled her eyes at the last words of her striking wife. "Dare you mock the old man?" Caca chuckled as Tara's hand tickled her waist.

"Haha.. Forgive mas. It is old. Not realising Hahaha.."

"Old wild. The important thing is to ensure the future of children. And the important thing is that you are young. Still able to get pregnant and give birth again."

"No want! i'm capee!" whinek Caca who is tired of feeling pregnant and giving birth. Although it is undeniable, there is happiness in living it. If asked if I would get pregnant again. Of course Caca would say no.

He wants to have time for himself. Time to take care of yourself without the cries of children. But how can there be no screaming of children if one grows up, one is born and so on.

"Mama! Axel crying!" a knock on the door stopped Caca and Tara from doing anything. The two walked towards the door where their eldest daughter who grew up to be that beautiful girl was.

"Why cry?" tanya Caca gently intends to take over from Mentari's arms but is banned and replaced by Tara.

"Darren's same color pencil designation, Axel who doesn't want to give pinjem is encouraged." Mentari recounted the incident that made her little sister cry. Things that have happened every day with the same problem or not much different.

"Where's darren?"

Mentari spread his shoulders. His sister was somehow run away after making Axel cry.

"It has. Boy time so good that nangis. Don't cry.. We'll find Darren's brother. Papa said not to be naughty anymore with Axel."

Axel who is still as unwilling to ask for milk because it seems to be sleepy. Tara takes the boy to the room, Caca who is in charge of making milk for their children.

"What's Darren's brother doing here?" reprimand Caca as soon as he saw the little body of his son hiding in the kitchen.

The boy stood up and bowed his head in fear that his mother would get angry.

"Mama is not angry. But Darren can't push a sister like that. Darren can borrow well."

"Axel is stingy, mah." he denies.

"Borrow another. Which your sister isn't playing."

They are used to speaking Indonesian at home. Caca does not want her children to not speak Indonesian if she returns to Jakarta later.

"Now wash your feet. Go to the room and apologize to Axel. Mama's gonna make milk."

"Good, mah."

Caca shook his head looking at his son's little back. Their children have different natures. What else these two men. Unlike the Mentari when he was a child who was very obedient and easy to set up. Unlike the two sons who had to scream first. Sometimes it is not even heard.

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