Married to the Arogan Employer
Milk Formula

"What is the name of our child?" ask Dara to Gaston. The man paused for a moment and then said one name, "Garda."

"Garda?" ask Dara.

"Why is his name Guard?" sahut Madam Mariam.

"Yes, the name is too scary" said Dara.

"Garda stands for Gaston and Dara."

Instantly Gaston's reply melted Dara's heart as her husband gave his son a name from the union of their two names. Maryam did not protest much, because it indicated that her son had begun to have a sense of responsibility as the head of the family.

"Alright, if we go home later we hold a ceremony of thanksgiving for the birth of the Guard" said Mrs Mariam supports the thoughts of her son.

At the age of three days the Guard was brought home. Ms. Mariam prepared the equipment for the event. In between her busy life, Madam Mariam took the time to greet her grandson in the room.

"Do we need to find a baby sitter for Garda? " ask Maryam to Gaston.

"No need, we'll try to take care of him ourselves" Gaston replied.

"You sure? Aren't you gonna feel flabby?" ask lady Mariam.

"No ma, I want to learn to be a responsible father." Dara and Lady Mariam were certainly very relieved and happy to hear the answer from Gaston.

"Alright, Mama has prepared all the equipment for the event later tonight" said Omah Garda.

"How many people did Ma invite? "ask Gaston.

"Not much, maybe about fifty people" she answered Maryam. That night Gaston's house was filled with invited guests. Together they offered a prayer of gratitude for the Garda's birth. After the guests had returned home, the Guard heard crying.

Cup cup cup cup, Daddy's son don't cry baby," Gaston tries to calm his crying son. But apparently his efforts were in vain because the little baby was still crying.

"Either Ma, Dara did not know." replied Dara.

"Maybe he'll drink breast milk, "Mrs Maryam's duty.

"Yes Ma, but my ASI is not smooth" said Dara.

"Pity, maybe Garda is thirsty, do we need to help with formula feeding?" ask Miss Maryam.

"Well Ma, if the Guard needs formula, Gaston will buy it now."

The man rushed out to buy formula milk for his son without asking what brand he should buy.

"Ma, does Gaston know the right formula milk for the Guard? " Dara doubted her husband.

"Mama doesn't know either, let it go. Let him think about how to be a good parent for his child, "said Ms. Mariam.

Forty minutes later Gaston came up with a large white crackle containing formula milk for the Guard. Dara and Ms. Mariam together to check it, if Mrs Mariam is busy paying attention to the dose of nutrition and nutrition from the milk, different from Dara.

The woman who was predicated as Mrs Gaston was looking at a small sheet of paper in which there was a nominal number of purchases of milk.

"One million two hundred" Dara said inwardly. A fantastic number for the price of formula. Dara imagines if the milk will run out in one week, how much money should be spent to just buy milk?

"Don't look over at it let alone count it. Do you know if the Guard is the son of the Sultan? "

Instantly Gaston snatched the receipt of the purchase of milk then immediately tore it small. Dara was still astonished by Gaston's remarks, especially when he mentioned that he was the Sultan.

"May I be the wife of the Sultan?" For some reason Dara suddenly smiled to himself and his heart also flowered.