Love for Adita
Love For Adita 38

I take a breath and exhale and ...

The sound of crying babies filled this room.

Tristan kissed me on the cheek, "you're great, baby. You succeed. Baby's grandpa's out." Tristan is happy.

I was silent.still permeating the remnants of the struggle earlier.

So .. Is this what it's like to have a child?

Heaven should be on your feet. I feel an incredible fatigue.

After finishing in everything, I entered the ward. While the baby's grandpa is in the baby's room with the nurse.

The doctor said, 'cause I gave birth normally, so I can go home tomorrow.

That's one of the things that makes me want to be normal. There were no serious options for me to have surgery. Is it normal or does surgery have different challenges? So don't tell me, mothers who give birth to surgery are not normal mothers, because they both struggle..

***

We're already home. Tristan took a week off. She still wants to be with me, even though there is a mama here.

As long as I have a baby, Tristan's job is to wash my diapers and clothes.

Like this morning, "Tan.." call me.

" Don't call me dong again, I'm a dad now." Said Tristan while grinning.

" Yes..." Call me.

" Yes bun." replied Tristan.

" Hehehehe..." I laughed embarrassedly.

" It's more polite and pleasant to hear." Tristan again.

" Not disgusted?" Much

" No." The answer was short without seeing me.

" Even though there's a pup of his grandpa?"

" He's my flesh and blood, bun." Tristan.

" Ooo..." I got a beard and left it.

Dad's on standby, my inner.

Seeing Tristan cuddle the baby, I sometimes smiled to myself. As happy as she was, my mom and dad looked happy. At the age of those who were no longer young, there was finally a small child in the middle of this small family.

Mama asked to be called oma, while papa asked to be called grandfather. If papi still exists, what would he call his granddaughter?

" ah. Papi, Adita's missing." I rubbed my wet cheek.

***

Farah Karima, our baby girl's name. As parents, we hope that our child is always happy and always has a noble heart.

Our happiness increased with the presence of our little princess.

" Dear to go to work first..."

I smiled cutely when I heard Tristan chatting with Farah.

" Later you don't be naughty at home, don't make mom tired huh.. kqmu want to titip what will be the same father? The doll? Fruit or..."

" Rendang aja, yeah." My chirps to invite laughter from Tristan.

" She's following me, deck." Tristan.

" Didn't you bargain for mom?" I glared at Tristan.

" Dek, mom's mad, we'll just offer, yeah. What do you want?" Tristan asked in funny language.

" I want you to come home soon." My love.

" Dad must be home soon. Promise." Tristan.

After being satisfied with playing with Farah, Tristan then had breakfast and immediately left for work. Now it's just me with Farah at home.

I bathed Farah, then put on a funny outfit not to forget the band. It was so fun having a child.

I choose to relax in my room. Farah was nursing and asleep. I was trying to call my mom's number, I miss my mommy. I.want to confide in you like you used to xengan mami. However.the voice of the operator appears.

" mommy... Where is mommy now? Why should we hate each other..." I thought about my fate and my mother.

***

Farah is three months old, Tristan has an event at the office. Because it's a family event, so Tristan invited us to participate.

Farah is beautiful, and so am I.

" Are you ready?" Ask Tristan.

" It's been." We also decided to leave.

It didn't take long to get there.

It turned out to be so many people present.

" Which, I can't get you. If you need anything, just ask for it." Tristan pointed to a beautiful woman who was waving her hands at us with a charming smile.

I nodded in understanding, I am also not a woman who is too conservative. So don't be afraid to stay by Tristan.

The beautiful woman gave me a seat.

" Wife sir boss is buk?" Ask friendly and polite.

" Yes." Yeah." Answer friendly.

" I'm Susi,buk. Secretary sir boss." He introduced himself to me.

I looked at Susi's appearance from top to bottom. " Why doesn't Tristan ever talk about Susi? Is he afraid I'm jealous?" I thought in my heart.

Duh.why are dirty thoughts again coming... I can get old fast.

Since Farah sleeps in my arms, I can relax a little to enjoy every show on display.

Till... I looked at a woman who was always attached to Tristan. Even throughout the event, not a single bit of the woman moved away from Tristan.

" Sus.you know the woman who sits near my husband?"

" Oh.that's Miss Alexa." Answer susi briefly.

I was silent for a moment. Her name is Alexa. A name he never mentioned at home. Why is it so sticky with Tristan. My woman's instincts started to sniff out something that wasn't right about this one woman.

Dewi I have managed to finish, now comes again Alexa. Why are there so many women close to Tristan? Is it because Tristan is handsome and well-established?

Throughout the show I wondered. What is this event really? Even Tristan didn't see me at lunch. Only Susi helps me in everything. Including taking care of Farah while I eat. If there were friends of mine here, maybe I could dig up a lot of information from them. As for Susi I just knew, if I asked a lot, of course she would judge me to be a jealous woman.

Already many women invited by her husband choose to go home first with the reason many children are fussy due to heat.

Tristan-Tristan why can't handle it well. Just make it ashamed.

The afternoon had come, Tristan and the woman approached me. I, who was already exhausted, could not show a friendly face to the two of them.

Farah is also starting to fuss, possibly uncomfortable.

" Dear.This is Alexa." Tristan introduced the woman to me.

We shake hands. Very smooth hand. That's how I feel. That hand must not be contaminated with detergent and baby poop like my hand.

" Axa." He smiled with mystery.

" Adita, Tristan's wife." My words are full of emphasis. I hope he knows what I mean by saying Tristan's name at the end of our introduction.

" Oh yes, is the show ready? Farah was fussy from earlier. I wish we could go home now." Take me to Tristan without further ado.

" Eh i-iya we can go home now. I'm cleaning up a bag with Farah's equipment. While Tristan was not constantly invited to chat by Alexa.

" Are their ears deaf, unable to hear the child in my sling cry?" I'm starting to see Tristan's insensitivity on Farah.

" Are you ready to talk?" I asked in a cold tone.

" Axa, I'm home first. See you tomorrow." My husband says goodbye to Tristan.

" Okay, be careful Tan."

Cup.cup... With ease Alexa pecked my husband's cheeks in front of my eyes.