I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 7: Graha Growth

After Zaidan drove me. I didn't expect him to spend the night at my house.

"Why are you sleeping here?" my many.

"Just go home, your mother will find you" I said.

"I'm so tired. My energy has run out for use" Zaidan said.

"Reason" I said.

"What if I'm staying with my wife? No one is forbidden. It's halal" Zaidan said.

"Halal is halal. But yes, if anyone is envious and jealous to the extent. Mending is returned, right?" I said.

Without listening to my babble. Zaidan kept his body on the bed. Until the bed swayed.

"Huh,, that's delicious" Zaidan said.

"You!!!" pekikku.

"Ah done. Whatever" I said.

"It turns out you got tired too" said Zaidan softly with his eyes closed. And a faint smile was painted on his face.

"Based on selfish men" I murmured.

Before long, Zaidan had disappeared from his consciousness. He has entered the subconscious. Fall asleep very soundly.

Graha was also fast asleep. It's a good time for me to rest.

I threw my body into the bed next to Zaidan. Of course the annoyance with Zaidan made me keep my distance as far as we slept.

I chose the most marginal position and stuck to the wall. Not to forget also in the middle I was limited by a roll.

Graha sleeps in a special baby box.

"Huh, if only this guy could get kicked. I will definitely kick hard" I muttered in annoyance when I saw the sleeping face of Zaidan.

"Thank God, you're handsome. Otherwise I'd be boxing all out" I murmured with a hand that was clenched next to Zaidan's cheek but didn't touch him.

Then I lay down on the bed again and prepared to go to sleep.

"I should be able to fall asleep before Graha wakes up" I muttered.

My eyes are closed.

My mind is empty.

My muscles I relax and relax.

With both hands I folded over my stomach like a dead man. Slightly tilting the body facing west. Do not forget to read the do'a before going to bed.

Within 30 minutes, I was asleep and gone. Start exploring the underworld of dreams.

In my sleep for 2 hours. Graha's crying.

"Oek, oek, oek" Graha cried.

Eyes that still want to be closed. A tired body that each wants to lie down. Those desires, I had to get rid of. For the sake of giving Asi to Graha.

I got up and immediately carried Graha. And sit down to suckle him.

I have to patrol like that. Until Graha was 2 years old.

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Time has run...

It's time Graha had to wean. He's 2 years old.

The process of weaning this child is also not easy. Here the sense of whether or not the parents are questioned for their children.

Tega for good. Or not to spoil the child.

The inner war between taste and mind here is certainly flogging.

A Mother, who does not have the heart to see her son cry because he asked Asi when it was time He released.

In the end, I had to solidify my intentions. And must have a sense of heart for the good of the child.

Slowly I have to keep Graha away with Asi. And replace the food intake into rice given gravy.

Of course when weaning Graha, she was seen crying hysterically like a child who had not been fed for weeks.

How not? Who used to be so addicted to even living on ASi, now had to be forced to leave.

It's not hard, but it's the best way for him.

Learn how to eat rice. At 6 months of age, it is given porridge. Up to 2 years He's now Rice.

He would definitely vomit at first because this was new to him.

So my hands had to move quickly to clean up the vomit patches on her shirt, on the floor, the table could be on the bed and then feed her again.

Here a Mother should be Wonder Women.

Although fatigue is running through all the muscles, I must teach it lovingly.

I was tired, but it was a valuable experience.

When Graha was big. He began to become more independent. But still do not understand about wrong and right.

What was inside him was curiosity around him.

And He cannot be silent except that He is asleep.

Like ruffling books on the table, you can also nudge a glass until it breaks, and tear the paper that I think is important.

And this is where my patience is tested again.

Between anxiety and sometimes anger.

One day, Graha tore my overtime notes last night.

"Graha,, uh don't kid. It's important" I said.

"Mother finished it until she didn't sleep. But you were torn to pieces like this?" I said.

"Good, enough Graha. That's important, son! Don't get ripped off again!" Omelcu.

And in reality Graha did not respond to anything. Graha continued her activities with great pleasure. To him, the paper was a toy. Because he still doesn't understand. About the meaning of not being or being able to.

I feel like that, of course, my emotions are his opponent.

Seeing a child whose desires do not match the minds of adults. It made my feelings instantly become upset.

Although I was upset, I had to hold my mouth back so as not to say bad words to Graha.

After that, the paper had already become many pieces. My patience is tested here.

With emotions trying to stabilize me, I've got to rework. That was only when Graha had fallen asleep.

A few minutes later, my emotions would stabilize and not feel any grudge towards Graha.

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At my work place. Today, my boss happened to have a meeting with a member of the Manager of PT. Search.

It aims to invite planning in terms of business and cooperation contracts.

Get Zaidan invited to come to my place of work.

The members of Manager PT. Search comes together in one car. It consisted of 5 people who came. Starting from Manager of marketing planning, Manager of location planning, Manager of Financial planning, Manager of Care Management and Manager of Interior Design and Exterior From the five Managers, one of which is Zaidan.

Behind the glass of the office, I saw such a sight.

They all walk in and have their own power when walking.

My right hand was holding a pencil. When I said to myself, unconsciously, the tip of the pencil I was holding broke because I pressed too hard. As a sign of the outflow of my inner emotions.

"True, which mother willing her child to be seized by others. What if his son has been successful and almost perfect" I thought.

"My fault is, accept Him in my life" my inner self.

"It's a risk, surely that's what I'll get" I murmured.

"Tring!!!"

"Tring!!"

My phone rings soon. As I looked on her screen, the call was from my boss.

Soon I lift him up.

"Hello, Miles. Please prepare food dishes and snacks for the meeting!" bossku's orders.

"Okay sir" I replied.

Soon I complete my boss's orders. Then I told Rena to take her to the Meeting Room.

"It would be bad if Zaidan knew I was working here" I murmured.

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