Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Baby Az's

"Mommy, you know if I gave birth?", I asked when we were in the nursery.

Azka who was looking at her son suddenly fell silent.

"Astaghfirullah, I forgot Na!" said Azka patting her own forehead.

"Oh my God, how can you forget?"

"Hehehe yes baby, it was so panicked. All I think about is you're our son."

I shook my head slowly.

As seconds passed, Azka contacted her mother. But her mother didn't pick up the phone. Then he called his father.

[Assalamualaikum Ka, what is it?]

[Walaikumsalam, papa is busy? The same mom there?]

[Yes, another meeting with a client. Your mother also nemenin. Again chat with his client's wife papa]

[Em.. that's pa.. Papa's granddaughter was born this afternoon].

[Oh...was born, when?]

Azka kept her phone away from her ears. Why was the father not enthusiastic about her grandson being born?

[Hallo pa?]

[Yes, what is Ka? What did you say? Was born? ....???]

Now Azka is completely back to keep her phone away from her ears. His papa screeches completely cut off his ears. Could be suddenly deaf 😄

[What the hell is pa?]

[You're outrageous huh Ka! Why tell papa now?]

Yes, it's been almost half nine nights.

[Sorry, I forgot. Good thing Nana ingetin to call mom. But not even picked up the phone to his mother.]

[Your mama said she likes to forget herself. In which hospital? Papa go there now!]

[Yes pa. Yes, Azka wait! Eshallabellam!]

[Guardiansalam]

At the restaurant where Papa Azka met his client, he approached the wife who was different table.

"Ma, we're going to the hospital now!" said papa Azka.

"Ngapain?", he asked casually.

"Liat mama's cell phone!", said the papa again. Mama also took the phone in her clutch.

"Azka missed call mama much too? What was? She's all right?", Mama's starting to panic.

"They're fine ma. Our granddaughter was born this afternoon. The cruelty of Azka tuh. Just tell us!", said papa is still anxious because his son even forgot to tell them.

"Alhamdulillah, our grandchild was born pa...??? Let's go there!", mother was so enthusiastic to hear the birth of her granddaughter.

After saying goodbye to his client, they both headed straight to the hospital.

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"Non, non Nana just rest. Auntie takes care of the baby. Later if his Dede wake up asking for milk, bibik wakein non Nana."

"Yes bik!", I replied. Yeah, my body hurts all. Bones on my wrist, my arms just all fell out. It even feels boneless. Really not a Lebay??? 😅 But who knows the taste of normal lahiran yes rich that's the point....

"Sir Azka wants to go home first? Let non Nana be like Dede bibik!"

"Ngga Bik, I'm just here. Mom and dad are also here."

The aunt nodded. She took the stool and sat down next to my baby box.

"Darling, you are also resting!", I said to my husband. Azka smiled as she approached me.

"Yes, take a break. It's not good that papa and mama are here we're all asleep."

Azka rubbed my head gently. After that, he kissed her with love. The bibik has sounded snoring next to the box Dede, yes .. although not kenceng anyway. But it still sounds enough.

"Thank you Na. I am so happy today!", he said again, holding my hand.

"This is how many times have you said thank you to me anyway mas?"

Azka rubbed my cheeks that looked swollen. Yes, maybe the effect of giving birth too times.

Really am! I didn't think we could be in this position. Our marriage, which was only an arranged marriage, bound us with a love that grew naturally.

"I am also grateful. You have always been patient with me. Remember yes, the responsibility of caring for a child is not just in me. You too!", I swished his nose.

"Yes, we will both educate and care for our children."

"Em.. By the way, our son has been given the name of the belly?", I asked. Again Azka patted her forehead.

"Mas didn't think of Na!"

Athaghfirullah! Are there such fathers????

"What idea?", Azka asked me.

"I'm going with you. What matters is his best wishes for our son."

Azka seemed to think for a moment.

"Azki," chirped Azka.

"Human? Azka's father, azki's son???"

"Why? Good right? He said it was up to him!", said Azka manyun.

"Yes, I can!", I said as I rubbed his shoulder. If he snags, I can no longer persuade him. How try??

"But his full name, I haven't thought of it yet!"

"Wait for you to try, maybe you'll have an idea for the name of his first grandchild."

Azka glanced at me with a slightly strange look.

"First grandchild? Which means there is most likely a third second grandson and so on dong???", Azka led me.

"Do not start!", I said too.

Azka chuckled until we didn't know that mom and dad had entered our room.

"Mama, papa. When is it coming?", asked Azka while standing in front of me.

"Should you?!", said mama.

"Where's our granddaughter?", asked papa, but he himself had approached Azki's box. A aunt who was too tired to realize the presence of mom and dad.

"God, our grandchildren are so cute. Guys, right Ka? na?", asked mama girang.

"Yes ma!", I answered briefly. He also came straight to me. Smacking my forehead, after that papa did the same.

"Thank you baby, love us good-looking grandchildren."

"Yes ma, pa. Thanks for bringing me here."

"Sorry we just arrived. Your husband, ngeselin! New times tell us when you're from the afternoon of his birth."

"Yes, ma, don't have to say the way. What is important is that now the same grandchild helps healthy mothers. After all, if you were here there was a mother who was more panicked. If you panic again, I'm confused!"

"Hehehe was too!" said my mother.

"Who's Papa Ka's grandson's name?"

"Azeki. Just got that name."

"Azeki? Good anyway! But you are Azka, your son Azki. Is it not rich brother sister??", asked papa.

"Let's be pa. Azki has a younger sister, Azka, who gave her the name Azkiya. For another guy, Azkendra. Good right???"

Mama papa and I just shook our heads.

"So what's the name of your granddaughter?"

Everyone was silent with their thoughts still. Finally, papa opened his voice.

"Azki Pradipta Gustiawan Suryadi."

Me, Azka and mama turned towards papa.

"Gustiawan?", I asked parroted.

"Yes, let there remain the name of your father Na" explained papa.

We all agreed. Fix, we give the best name of our version for the first wash in the family Gustiawan and Bakti Suryadi.

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