MySam
The Baskoro Pratama Ocean

Martha entered the Harris mansion, clutching tightly onto the tiny body of their little angel. Harris guided Martha so carefully that she could lay her body on a long, soft sofa in the back garden.

"Here let the fat aunt, non," the aunt draw near to Martha and her master. Martha shook her head slowly and smiled for a moment. "Don't make it, I still want to be with my son." The aunt nodded, then carried over a few bags of Martha's equipment while in the hospital.

Harris was still beside the girl, holding Martha's shoulder and leading her towards the long, comfortable sofa. Put Martha's still weak body to sit there. "Be careful dear," there was a worried tone from Harris' voice. Back kissing the top of the girl's head and switching to kissing the baby's two tiny cheeks. Looking fixed and haru a tiny face that was in the warm embrace of Martha. Both tiny eyes are still asleep, a small nose that will certainly perch perfectly on the handsome face of his son, when he has grown up. Harris smiled in amazement, kissed the baby's cheek again, then turned his warm kiss towards Martha's lips.

"I'm happy right now, there are you and our son who are perfecting my life" Harris said, again stroking Martha's hair child who fell dangling over her beautiful face.

"I'm also happy om, you have awakened me to the true meaning of love" replied Martha, returning Harris' kiss on her lips and reuniting their two eyebrows.

"You still call me Om, baby?" harris asked with a slightly pouted face. "Sorry, what should I call you?" slightly raising her shoulders, Martha smiled seductively at Harris.

"As far as you are, the important thing is not Om." sulked the man.

"Well, baby?, when mommy calls dady Om anyway," now Harris talks to her baby, as if the tiny creature understands all of her speech.

Martha gave a small smile at Harris's behavior, gently stroking Harris's hair that was still in Martha's arms with their children.

"Yes, mommy call dady with a pity? or brother?"

Harris looked up for a moment, looking at the face of Martha who now looked more contained but still looked very beautiful. "As for you dear," a little kiss back Harris landed on the tip of Martha's lips and the kiss turned to the baby's cheek that looked very calm in Martha's arms.

"I told the aunt to prepare a meal. You haven't eaten in the hospital." Now Harris stood up, walked towards the pantry and looked for the middle-aged woman who always prepared all the needs of her home.

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Harris looked at the look on Martha's face as she fell asleep, still unable to believe that the girl who was now on her bed had just given birth to her child, and that she would soon be his wife. She's the same girl she was a few years ago, when Harris was so heartfelt on her that she was afraid to reveal, who used to be a little girl with all her spoiled and jolly natures.

But now the girl had become a woman who had given birth to her flesh and blood. Harris lamented all his behavior first, likes to change sleep with many beautiful models or even paid women. "I love you baby." whispered Harris gently in Martha's ear.

Makes the girl's body squirm and smile in her sleep. As if hearing what Harris just whispered to her.

Slowly the two Martha's eyes opened slightly, she drew a smile on both corners of her lips as soon as she saw the perfect figure of Harris who was beside her and looked at her face gently, caressing her reddish wave hair.

"I woke you up?" harris asked, gently stroking Martha's cheek and pasting it behind her ear, the haircut that played on Martha's pretty face.

"No, I have been sleeping a long time" replied Martha. Now the girl's looking for Harris's arm to hold her.

"You hungry, baby? I make warm milk?"

Martha shook her head slowly, further tightening her grip onto Harris' burly body. Drown his head in the chest embrace of the male field.

"I just want to hug my son, can you please bring him here?" answered Martha softly.

"Of course, baby."

Harris rose from her sleep, climbed down the kingsize-sized bed and stepped into the baby box not far from their bed.

Grabbing the tiny body, hold it tightly, then hold the tiny body and bring it into Martha's arms.

"Hello baby. mommy kangen with you," kissed her child's forehead and cheeks and then warmed her son again. Harris stroked their baby's pink cheeks.

"Do you have a good name for your child?" harris asked, still stroking her baby gently and then kissed Martha on the forehead.

"Samudra,"

"Samudra Baskoro Pratama" Martha continued.

"I love that name, it's unique and I want our child to have love and an ocean-wide heart" Martha explained.

"It's not that you took Sam's name, is it?" search Harris, with her stolen face.

"Yes, baby. Are you jealous of that?" Martha smiled, further submerging her face into Harris's field chest.

"You're mine baby, it's only natural that I'm jealous" Harris snorted.

"For now and forever I love you, there is no Samuel."

Martha closed her lips, lightly kissing Harris's cheek.

"You gave your father's name in our son's name?"

This time Martha nodded, her face now bristling. There was sadness in the girl's eyes. "Yes, let our son know that he has a Baskoro grandfather, a businessman and a hard worker." Smiled for a while and gently stroked her little baby face back.

"And Permana, taken from your name dear. You don't mind, do you?"

Harris smiled, kissing the small top of Martha's head. "Of course not, I'm glad my last name is our son's last name" Harris said.

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"Sorry non, there is a letter for non." said the aunt who walked tergopoh towards Martha.

Martha frowned briefly, receiving a long white envelope from the aunt's hand.

Pouring her little baby carefully toward the aunt.

"Please take a moment, bik." said Martha who was replied by a nod of obedient head from the aunt.

Martha opened the white envelope, From the court. Reading it with a serious expression, a sigh of relief came out from Martha's mouth. His little smile was now perfect. "Who's letter, dear?" harris asked as he got off the stairs.

"The court" answered Martha.

Proposed to Harris so that the man could read the contents of the letter he had just received.

"I'm legally divorced from Sam" continued Martha. He smiled slightly at Harris.

"That means we can get married soon?" harris replied excitedly, Martha nodded softly, receiving a hug from Harris and some kisses on the top of her head.

Suddenly Martha's face looked grim, sadness was evident in the girl's brown iris. "Why baby? you're not cool?" Harris's question he answered with a headband. "I'm sad papa same mom is still angry with us," said Martha.

Harris clasped Martha's little shoulder, put both of her hands there. " Listen baby, you're not alone, there's me and the Ocean that will protect you. I'm sure Baskoro and Elsi will forgive us with their blessing on us." Harris reassured, encouraging Martha.

"You don't have to be sad anymore, you can't watch the ocean if you're sad." Harris smiled comfortingly, landing many small kisses onto the girl's face. Martha chuckled, amused by what Harris was doing.

Harris was right, there was him and his son Ocean who would always be a joy to him. For now there are only them, Harris and Samudra Baskoro Pratama.

Right now they had united into a small family, a family that the girl had never expected before. He has become a more mature person now. No longer the old Martha, spoiled and selfish girl. Harris has changed everything, the man has given everything. Love, happiness and the Ocean...

Samudra Baskoro Pratama's.

to be continue....