Indigo Girl Match
Beautiful Angel Baby

Returning home from the musholla, Mr.Joko went into the front room putting down the pecans. When Mr. Joko walked into the room of his wife and the beautiful baby Bidawari, the room was empty. Mr. Joko immediately went out to call his wife.

"Mom !" Mr. Joko was worried for only a few hours giving birth, why his wife had gone out of the room.

"What Sir? sahut ma'am Joko." It turns out that Joko's mom is in the kitchen while stirring coffee for Mr. Joko.

"Loh ma'am, where's Bida? I'm awake too, let me make my own coffee.

"Bida is in the room sir, I'm healthy, the baby shaman just caressed my stomach and then our little baby came out, very quickly sir. Unlike what I imagined, it turns out that just spelling is not too difficult sir. Madam Midwife has checked me, there is no tear in my birth canal. I'm healthy. Don't worry, better, I'll accompany Bida. I'm gonna fry an egg. We'll have breakfast together in a minute."

Remembering Bida, Mr. Joko did not answer but went straight to the room because Mr. Joko had not seen Bida and his wife.

Until the room, Mr. Joko was surprised to see his tiny baby was sound asleep on the mattress still in the same position when Mr. Joko was about to say goodbye before leaving for musholla.

"Bida, if your father is myopic, you saw this bed is empty." Mr. Joko asked Bida his tiny baby who he thought was as beautiful as an angel even though he had never known the face of an angel. Which Mr. Joko realized that his tiny baby is the most beautiful baby in the world because he is his son.

Mr. Joko smiled to himself, considering that he already felt silly asking the baby who was born a few hours ago. Even though this tiny baby was not being slumbering, it certainly could not answer. It feels impatient, Mr. Joko is looking forward to the development and growth of his daughter. If this heresy calls his name, it follows,

"Sir, let's have breakfast." ma'am Joko appeared at the door of the room, saying while whispering a little worried he was disturbed by her voice.

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Joko stepped outside but suddenly stopped his steps, because Mr. Joko heard the sound of the mattress creaking. It was as if someone had climbed onto the bed where Bida slept. While Bu Joko had already passed back to the kitchen. The smell of flowers filled his room.

"Sir, let's have breakfast." His wife reappeared at the door of the room while staring at the baby in the room.

"Do I just carry Bida" said Mr. Joko.

"Don't sir, let Bida sleep. Poor sir, Bida was only a few hours old, don't disturb his sleep." Bu Joko said it still in a soft voice.

Finally, Joko followed Joko to the kitchen. Bu Joko eats with more portions of his biass. Mr. Joko did not comment because Bu Joko had to eat a lot so that the acid was smooth.

*****

This morning, the weather was clear. The birds chirped, the activities of the citizens had begun to take place. Mr. Joko took out his three cows to sunbathe and feed him.

Mrs Sulis her nosy-mouthed neighbor passed by her house to pick up the leaves of the creeping leaves that grew beside the back of Mr. Joko's house. The tree creeping that propagates up to the tree of Jambu. Then his eyes widened to look at the grave of Ari-ari Bida.

"Eh, Mbak Rini (bu Sulis is used to calling the real name of Joko) has been born, when sir? last night huh? what time's? how am I not being told? we are neighbors side by side. Strange last night, I was so good. Don't hear the baby crying."

Ms. Sulis could not keep the words and casually said that often hurt Ms. Joko. Mrs Sulis doesn't like Ms. Joko.

"Rini Maam! mbak !" bu Sulih went around looking for the whereabouts of Bu Joko.

Mr. Joko immediately entered in a hurry.

"Sorry Mrs Sulis, don't be so hard later Bida wakes up."

"Bida? Who's Bida? asked Ms. Sulis while shaking her lips.

"Bida, my son's name is Bidadari.nya Bida." jawan Pak Joko with great pride.

Bu Joko who was listening to the call of Mrs Sulis came out of the room while still breastfeeding Bida." What's up, Sulis? ask Joko ma'am basa stale, because surely his neighbors will visit his daughter.

Bu Joko wants to show that she is a real woman to her neighbor Sulis whose mouth is like a water drilling machine that pours byor.

Still remember all the hurtful lines from Mbak Sulis that stated, "Just get your husband married again. Accept fate with relief that you are 35 years old and above, it is difficult to have children again. After all, if pregnant, not taking care of health, the baby died in the new cry. Should be when you are pregnant again that, keep yourself from tempting your husband can not pregnant people with a weak condition of the womb like you, if do that during pregnancy." it was as if Sulis was ignorant of his household. Though Mr. Joko was very careful and did not dare to touch his wife while pregnant even though doctors stated that it was not the cause of his wife's miscarriage.

"Here, look at the baby. Women yes, kok given the name Bidadari anyway.yes if later beautiful, if ugly will pity his son. Called altitude. The hour..."

Mr. Joko looked at Ms. Sulis with a dislike look on her face. Moreover, Ms. Sulis now seemed to admire the beauty of her tiny baby. Her skin was pure reddish white, her eyes were alternating, her lips were tiny but full of red, her hair was bushy, although there were faint dimples on both her cheeks. The dimple was visible when the baby was******* and at this time Bida is indeed being *******.

"Funny yes.His skin is clean. But not necessarily white adult. My only child, Gatot was born white eh after being able to walk his skin into an item."

Bu Joko smiled almost giggled, how could Sister Sulis offend her own son by saying the item.

Mr. Joko cleared his throat, indeed Mr. Joko still calls with the call Bu Sulis even though Bu Sulis does not like and wants to be called Mba Sulis reason to look young. That is precisely what Mr. Joko does not want to serve his request. Because it was clear that Mrs Sulis was not young anymore, even her age was close to 50 years.

"When is the celebration? you haven't had children in a long time, have you? it should be observed dong." said Mrs Sulis who was increasingly annoying.

"Later Sulis, if the cuplakan, selapanan, aqiqahan, and others. Sister Sulis I'll tell ya.

"Safety must be massive. The food should be delicious. As a testament to your gratitude you can have children. Don't worry, I'll help you cook. I'm the kitchen jagona."

"Yes mbak. God willing."