MOTHER MILK Ameera
Chapter 8 (REVISIONS)

After the dinner is over and help clear the dining table. Fichia rushed into her room.

because all the residents of the house have not shown their nose.

I don't know where they are . Fichia doesn't know either

'i have to immediately clean up my stuff. so that tomorrow only focus on keeping baby girl Ameera' murmured with excitement.

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The next day, Fichia woke up as usual.

he cleaned himself up and immediately carried out his obligations, then he moved from his room to head downstairs.

Because in the living room there is no one . Fichia headed for the kitchen which turned out there were three people who were doing their respective activities.

"excuse me buk, can I help you?" fichia said carefully

"eoh, non. Ndak need to Ndak papa e. non sit down, let the simbok cook"

"i want to help cook mbok, can I?"

"loh, really to this?"

"heheye ya really or mbok"

"yo wis here. help peel this first"

Fichia does the cooking very well.

Even Fichia gets compliments from her symbok, ah her delight.

After finishing cooking, consecutively one by one way to the dining table.

from mama Ajeng then behind in followed by Edgar.

"morning ma"

"eoh, morning son Fichia. Why go to the kitchen?"

"help membok cook ma. hehe"

"my lady, non Fichia helped me cook"

"eoh, it's not papa. as comfortable as you are "

"yes, let's eat, then we go to the hospital to pick up Ameera"

After finishing breakfast, the three of them walked down the city road leading to the hospital.

While in the car, Mama Ajeng always invites Fichia to talk, talk about all her.

Edgar who was behind the wheel, not a single word came out of his mouth.he just kept quiet by putting on a flat face.

Arriving at the hospital. Edgar immediately completed the administration fee and Ajeng's mother with Fichia stepped foot in Ameera's place.

"Fichia, know this Mira Ameera babysitter later and also who will help you take care of Ameera" said Mama Ajeng when he arrived at the VVIP room.

"oh yes ma. hello mba Mira, meet me Fichia"

"i'm Mira" she said with a slightly forced smile.

Fichia does not want to take a headache over Mira's attitude towards her. anyway will not change anything, right?

czech..

"mayo ma, we can go home"

"Mira, have all of Ameera's equipment been cleaned up?"

"already master" he said with a very different smile with a smile that fichia can

'didn't Mba Mira like the same Mr Edgar?' inner Fichia

They walked to the hospital lobby.

Fichia helped carry Ameera's luggage and Mira carried the baby girl.

"Mira you're sitting in front" Edgar said after arriving next to his car.

"well sir"

Fichia Feelings? it was normal that when he left, he was sitting in the back as well.

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After arriving home, Mira immediately put Ameera who was in her sling.

"Fichia, I'm going to take a shower first.You're changing Ameera's guard"

"yes mba"

Fichia came closer to Ameera's bed.she looked at the tiny baby very deeply.

'if my son can survive, will he pack this?'

'so funny you kid'

The child's body was not too fat, it was really still tiny.

oekkk..

as Fichia looked at her, suddenly the little baby was crying.

With reflex Fichia lifted the child and weaved him to the left right.

Ameera really did not want to stay still, had been given milk in her drinking bottle as if she refused.

"what do you want to ask, honey? hmmmm? why crying?" fichia said with teary eyes

"syyuuutt.. shut up, what do you want?"

"she wants to drink, give her a drink" Mira said suddenly with a new body in a towel .

"i've given you a drink in the bottle it still does not want mba" said Fichia Lirih

"you will be the mother of milk, yes love the breast you have is. herein" Mira took Ameera who was in her arms, then he ran to the corner of the room which contained a mini freezer where he kept his breast milk.

"why run, son?" ask Mama Ajeng who is in the kitchen

"want manasin asi ma, Ameera cried not to be given milk in the bottle"

"eoh, really? yes already mama to the room first. You immediately heat her ASI"

"yes ma"

"fichia, why don't you give it straight to Miss Ameera?" tanya intan, one of her age SE household assistants

"later Ameera cold if given directly dong Tan"

"i mean, you give it straight from your production site"

"i don't dare Tan, later Mr. Edgar and Mama Ajeng don't like it if I do that"

Secretly behind the buffet was a man who was listening to Fichia talking to diamond.

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"this is the one I've been warming up to"

"yes, bring it here" said Mira with her jutek face

Mama Ajeng who saw that was just silent.

ceklek...

"Edgar? you're home yet?"

"iya ma, I miss Ameera"

"that your child had finished crying, the crying tumben was long" said Mama Ajeng

Edgar who heard that just kept quiet and looked at Mira and fichia.

"sorry sir" said Mira with a made-up face

Fichia, who heard Mira apologize, bowed and apologized.

"hmmm"

***

in the evening, Mira rushes out of Ameera and Fichia's room, walking to the 1st floor in a room not far from the kitchen.

now in Ameera's room there are only two people, namely fichia and Ameera automatic who keep Ameera is currently only fichia.

a man without Mira beside him.

"honey good night, don't cry anymore huh" said Fichia quietly.

Not until Fichia closed her eyes.Ameera suddenly heard the sound of crying back.

oeekkk.

"eungggh"

"what's up, son? why crying? cupp cupp" said Fichia calming with a little weaving to the left right.

'whatever how this is, why was not ready milk before going to bed' complained Fichia

ceklek...

"why did Ameera cry for so long?" ask Edgar

"this is sir, I haven't made milk for Ameera"

"why don't you give it straight ?" ask Edgar by walking closer to the child

"here"

"i go out first sir, want to heat up first"

"hmmm"

not five minutes later Fichia came out, she went back into the room.

"what's wrong?"

"it's very dark outside sir"

"hahh, that's why you'll drink from the source"

"what's not papa?"

"yes no papa"

Fichia took Ameera who was in Edgar's sling, then turned her back to Edgar and released an abundant source of water.

the first time the tiny lips devoured Fichia's pistil, Fichia felt a very different taste.

"Ssshhhhhh" sighed Fichia suddenly

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