Missing Room
Extra Part

Mas Pras POV

"Razka's. Wake Nak!" The screech came from the kitchen.

Every morning, when you open your eyes, there is no such thing as the word lonely in this house. New members are increasing, adding to the series of jobs that if I pay attention from the start of the eyes open until the time is closed. Something my wife did. Which of taking care of the needs of the children also never miss with what is my need.

I often shake my head every time I watch her activities that work with household chores. As was the case this morning, our family members had been at the dinner table. While Anna herself is busy arranging the food we want to bring to go on vacation.

"Razka quickly spent his food. Why is his face pouting so?"

Anna, who had just been sitting in the seat next to me, immediately highlighted the attitude of Razka sitting right in front of her.

Unresponsive, Razka still showed a look of annoyance by being forced to hold back the spoon and put food in her mouth.

Anna sighed then started taking her food. But no sooner did Anna make a sound, "Razka eat her carefully, your clothes will get dirty."

Anna stood up. Taking a few sheets of tissue and wiping the face of Razka who was smashed also his clothes that accidentally there was a trace of food scraps attached.

"Razka doesn't like wearing this dress Ma!" grouse Razka commented on her clothes.

"Why, the clothes Razka was wearing were good. Razka's sisters love it. Isn't it baby?" sahut Anna who actually asked for opinions on Razka's two sisters.

Our family members have grown, to be exact we now have two sons and two daughters. After Anna gave birth to the third child with a full struggle because our baby had to be born prematurely, and in the following year we actually got quite surprising news because the doctor stated that Anna was pregnant again.

Whether to be happy or otherwise, the fear in my heart when Anna faced the time of labor, as if the memories of the pain were always ringing in my mind.

I also can't be angry when he claims to always be late and forget to use contraception when after we have sex.

But again I think that God entrusts trust again for us. Until after the birth of our fourth child and was named Andrea Putri Prasetyo, without thinking twice I told the doctor that Anna should immediately perform sterilization measures.

Indeed it is the nature of a woman, but I as a man also have a share as my nature as a leader who is obliged to protect her.

I am also grateful to be given a wife like Anna. My ribs are like when people say that ribs have a crooked nature. If someone who has had it and intends to straighten it, then the actions taken are just futile.

As with all the mistakes he made, I always thought that no human being was made perfect. It could be that Anna is the test that God has given me, and I have always believed that the test that God has given will not exceed the limits of the ability of each of his people.

Getting a reply to the taste I had on him alone felt like it was more than enough. But I just got more. Four pieces of our love is the thing that makes me the most unrelenting to be grateful.

"Look, big sister is so beautiful" said Anna, praising the look in her eyes at our first daughter, Aqila. Just now that she had come out of the room, her face looked beautiful and similar to her Mama.

"Dea is also an antique Mama" said our little daughter who did not want to lose.

"Yes dong Mama's daughter is beautiful like her mother," said Anna memcubit jubilant cheek Andrea. "Sir Akhtar too, no less handsome like Papa and Kak Razka," continued Anna who this time praised our third son.

His slightly reserved nature and more relented when compared to others made him not too much to talk. While his older brother Razka he was much more impressive, he would easily express what he was feeling at that very moment.

"If the breakfast is over, now we can get ready immediately" I said and the children exclaimed assent.

"Wait for Mas, we take a photo before leaving," said Anna quickly. I turned to him and made him crack. "Mumpung children are still wearing neat clothes, later if you arrive at the beach I'm not sure it's been as chaotic as what they look like" he continued displaying a sour face.

The corner of my lips twitched to look at Anna with this kind of attitude. My hand stretched out to the top of his head and took over the phone he was carrying, then I gave a cue, "Let's get ready and look at the camera."

Thank you friends for their support who always listen to the story of the Missing Room until arriving at the final episode. Sorry if there are so many shortcomings, and see you in my other story.