
"Huh? You mean what?" ask Ricky.
"That's the hole, don't sew it all" Ema replied quietly, scratching her non-itchy nape.
"Basic Stupid! I'm not that crazy!" murmur Ricky.
While Fika had to thicken her face, because her husband had embarrassed her, if only her body did not limp, it was certain that her husband's lips would be tied with rubber, so as not to speak absurd again.
"He hee, I'm afraid if you forget" said Ema, and greeted by a headband by Ricky.
Currently Fika has been moved in the treatment room, she is also learning to breastfeed her baby. The baby male with a weight of 2.5 kg and a body length of 50 cm is learning to suck the source of his food. Fika sat on the patient's bed while breastfeeding her son and her back she rested on the chest of her husband's field sitting behind her.
Bondan and Rima welcomed the birth of their first grandchild with great enthusiasm. Even Bondan gave the gift of boxing gloves, because he hoped that his grandson would later become a boxing athlete like himself, while Rima gave a lot of toy cars for his first grandchild.
"Ah, my goodness. My granddaughter is so handsome, but why is her hair blonde?" rima asked, rubbing her grandson's cheeks gently, watching his grandson's blonde hair.
"It looks like my son's hair is similar to that of the late Opanya" Ema replied, smiling happily, then embracing Fika who was breastfeeding her son.
"Yes, you're papi'kan bule," Rima confirmed his son's words.
"Really, Mam? It's worth it my husband is very handsome," praised Fika, then kissed Ema's cheeks affectionately.
"You just realized that your husband is so handsome?!" ema's lips, pretending to be angry, while Fika just chuckled amusedly, then looked at her son who was busy sucking up his food source.
Bondan and Rima's heart warms when they see the little family. "They are very happy" said Rima and embraced Bondan.
"Don't you want to have a baby like them?" sedu Bondan, pulling his wife's waist to close her body.
"Don't wait!" annoyed Rima, releasing Bondan's hand which wrapped around her waist.
Then Rima walked to the sofa there and unpacked some bags that he brought from the house such as Fika and Ema clothes, and did not forget he bought baby equipment for his granddaughter. Then Rima cleaned up the items and put them in the closet.
Ema carried her son very carefully, she was very happy and occasionally kissed her son who was fast asleep in his carrier.
"The bridge will be shaved, Pa," Pinta Fika.
"Yes, dear," Ema turned her head and smilingly looked at his wife who was eating Rima.
While Bondan sat on the sofa while staring at the small family in front of him.
Our son is happy, and I married him, are you happy up there? I hope, yes, muttered Bondan, smiling to remember his late wife.
"What is your son called?" rima asked, because he had not heard the name of his grandson.
"His name is Arjuna, Mam" Fika replied, smiling.
"Oh, a very good name, if she grows up, she's going to be a female conqueror, right?" bondan chirps with laughter.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Bondan stopped his laughter, as he saw the three people staring at him flatly.
"Ah, wrongly speaking of me," muttered Bondan, smiling forcefully.
Ema let out a rough sigh then she put her son on the crib very carefully.
"Well, why did you wake up?" ema said as she watched her son open his eyes.
"Arjuna, wanting to be in Papa's arms and on, yes" Ema, lifted the tiny body into her warm embrace.
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