My mother's nanny
chapter 32

"Thank God, congratulations, Diah, Ardi. Finally, mama can immediately carry a grandchild." Said Ms. Dewi excited to hear from Ardi after her son and daughter-in-law checked at the obgyn doctor.

"Thank you, ma." Diah glanced at Ardi. Her husband was just flat-faced, not even a bit happy like himself or Miss Goddess. Diah again had to hold back, had to be aware of who she was. There's no way someone like Ardi would be happy to have a child with her.

Although Ardi became a prospective father who is always on standby. Every month brings Diah regular check-ups to the obstetrician. The man still looks flat and ordinary. The four-monthly event is also in the title, again the Lady Goddess who looks busy and enthusiastic. Though the middle-aged woman, to walk alone difficulties. But, Miss Dewi looked very excited, while Ardi, her attitude remained as usual. Flat and ordinary.

"What do you want to eat?" A text message that Diah received on his phone that afternoon. The smile was on his face, of course he was happy, because it was a text message from Ardi. But, that smile instantly faded. Diah was very aware of the Goddess Mother who asked Ardi to do her.

"No need sir. Mbok Tini has cooked a lot. Mubazir's." Reply Diah, even though he is currently very eager to eat batagor. But, Diah had to hold it. The message is sent, and read by Ardi. Shortly, Ardi called. It just makes Diah nervous. Moreover, Ardi called with a video. Green button on slide,

"What does the baby want to eat?" Ask Ardi from across the street.

"If your mom doesn't want to, what do the babies want to order? I'd like to come home again." Ardi again.

Diah fell silent, seeing Ardi who looked busy packing things on his desk. No answer, Ardi took his goal to get closer and stared at Diah's face intensely. Diah blushed embarrassed at the seintens face by Ardi even though only through the air.

"Wouldn't his mother want a nitip?"

Diah shook her head slowly.

"Let's see her stomach, I'll talk to the baby."

Without a word, Diah pointed his silvery camera.

"Grandfather, father's son, what do you want to eat? Wait a minute, I'm coming home, let me buy you all." Said Ardi softly, as if he was talking to his son. Diah smiled hearing her, this thing feels so sweet. It would be sweeter and more complete if his father and mother loved each other, but it seems, that love is only present in him. That's what Diah thinks. For him, Ardi did all for the sake of Bu Dewi, the devotion of a child to his mother. Not because of love for Diah.

"Dear dad, want what?"

"Batagor." Diah's voice mimicked the baby's speaking style.

Ardi frowned, "what?"

"Batagor." Diah was embarrassed to say it, but he really wanted batagor very much, and finally, he told Ardi too. Although using a baby in his stomach.

"Oh, daddy's daughter wants a batagor? Yes, I will buy it. No pedes?"

"Medes." Diah replies again mimicking the baby's speaking style.

"Eeh, no way, adek baby can't eat a pedes-pedes."

"The owner of batagor pedes." Whimper Diah,

"Half a hiccup yes. The important thing is there's the clekits."

After the talks about Batagor reached an agreement, Diah hung up the phone. Behind the wall, mbok Tini and Bu Dewi giggled from earlier.

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"Honest about what, ma?" Ask Ardi a stupid ass.

"That's your feeling."

"Which feeling?"

"That's right, the rest of you are acting kind of stupid. Mama knows, all this time you keep using mama for Diah modusin."

"Modusin how the hell, ma." Said Ardi slightly chuckling amusedly.

Madam Dewi started to get caught off guard, "flower, honeymoon, batagor, ice, Dufan, four months yesterday, to combing hair too.."

Ardi was flabbergasted, "why do you know?"

"You know, I'm Ardi's mom. Don't begoin mama." The growl of Bu Dewi reached Ardi's ears.

"Yes, you know, you know, Ardi promised to be nice to Diah." Exactly, when this sentence was thrown from Ardi's mouth, Diah unintentionally eavesdropped. He was about to go to the kitchen to get some drinking water, with a sad face, Diah paused his intention and went back to the room. He knew he had heard conversations he could not hear.

"The promise will be honest with Ardi's feelings for Diah. I will love the whole heart of the woman who has taken care of my mother. Because Ardi also loves her, ma." Unfortunately, this important sentence was not heard.

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Diah looked at the man who was now crouching in front of her, and was stroking his distended stomach. Kissing the stomach behind the negligee Diah was wearing. That night, Diah was watching tivi in the living room, and Ardi accompanied. While the Goddess Mother had rested because of all day control in the hospital.

"Sir."

"Can you not call me sir?" Ardi was still busy stroking Diah's stomach while occasionally kissing her. Diah was silent, she remembered what Ardi had said a few nights before. And it makes Diah feel tight, Ardi is more attention to him, more often call Diah to just look at the baby who is still in the stomach. He also often brought food home for his wife. But the assumption of Diah, it's all because of Miss Dewi, because of the encouragement of good old women and love him. Because of Ardi's devotion to the only living parent. Not because of the love of the husband for his wife.

Ardi looked up because Diah never answered and just kept quiet. "So soon this child will be born, it's funny if you still call me master."

Diah was silent, still unwilling to make a sound. Diah had already heard Ardi promise to treat himself very well to his mother.

"What about papa, or dad?" Tanya Ardi asked for an opinion, without releasing a hand from Diah's stomach.

"Dad only." Said Ardi, then looked back at Diah's stomach. Swiping and pecking that distended stomach."Call dad."

Unanswered, Ardi got up and sat down by Diah's side. Staring closely at the wife who chose to bow. Ardi touched Diah's chin, raised his face so he could see clearly. Ardi brought his face closer, and rubbed his wife's ranum lips.

"Diah, tonight, let me give you an inner living."

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