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Searching for Child Names

Eventually, the dance was moved to the treatment room. Maybe because he was tired he finally fell asleep. Our baby has not been taken to the room probably because it still has to be checked all macem I do not know.

Ma'am Inah had permission to go home because her son was waiting at home. I let Him go home because it was done accompanying until Tari gave birth. Not to forget, I ordered a taxi for him to come home.

If there is no Ma'am Inah, somehow the fate of both of us. Panicked dance and origin grabbed my hair while I also had to focus on driving the car. Surely the atmosphere in the car will be more excited than before.

I stared at the sleeping Dance with a sigh. His face looked very tired and was still a bit pale. The situation is fine just need to rest, said the doctor like that earlier.

I'm actually tired, too. Since then I have been screaming my throat is dry and my voice is hoarse. I finished drinking water to restore my voice again, but to no avail.

I'm hoarse, how many times have I been grabbed with all my might by Dance. It's my head it feels like there's a little bump. It hurts. But it's okay. This is nothing compared to the sacrifice of today's Dance who was willing to sacrifice her life to give birth to my son.

Still imagined in my mind, how the process of giving birth earlier. The hard and persistent effort that Tari put in to get the child out in my womb. Not to mention a lot of blood being excreted as well. That's what makes me want to cry.

So great is the sacrifice of a mother in giving birth to her child. Mama likes to be angry if I'm tacky. Her sacrifice in giving birth to me was so great. Oh yes I haven't seen Mama! I forgot!

I took my phone and called Mama. After several calls, I finally picked up my phone by my mom.

"Assynnya!" my mom answered on the other end of the phone.

"Vaalaikumsalam, Ma. It's Agas."

"Yes. Mom knows. There's your name written here. Why?" as always, when I'm with me sometimes you like to judge. How am I not born judes also try? Mama judes and Papa are spicy by the way. Huhhhhh...

"Agas would like to ngabarin if Tari has been listening to Agas' son, Ma." I said excitedly.

"Huh? Dari mengelahirin? Why did you tell Mama now? Why didn't he mules! You know, Mama was there!"

Gleck... I was wrong again... Why do these two women love to nag me anyway?

"So freaked out, Ma. Dance screams until the hair of Agas continues! Where's Mom's phone. I have to save myself!" confatku.

"Well.ha... Thank goodness! So men don't want to taste good on their own. Did you forget, granddaughter, boy or girl?"

Patience Gas... Patience....

"Male. At the Hospital Family Health Is Important Yes Ma. This is what RSIA is not the public hospital where Agas was treated first" I said.

"Yes. You will share the lock. Mama wants to tell Papa and fly there. Don't leave the dance! Keep meenin! Watch out for him leaving him alone!"

"Where am I really going, Ma? Yaudah Agas closes first Ma. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalight."

It turned out that Tari woke up hearing my conversation with Mama. I talked to him by the window so as not to disturb him. Maybe because when I talk to Mama I have to be patient.

"Are you awake, honey?" I approached Tari and kissed her forehead gently.

"House, Bi!"

"Yes. Abi grabin first." I put a straw in a glass and gave water to Tari. I helped him sit down and gave him a drink. "Want to eat now?"

Dance nodded. "Yes. I'm hungry."

I smile. "Come on a bribe?" I took the food in the prepared tray and fed it patiently.

"Still in his nurse. Just be calm. I did it, he said there was no problem. Let you rest first so they take care of you."

"Oh... I want to see again. It was a very handsome birth like Abi." praise Tari while eating the food I feed with greed. Hungry once she's out fighting between life and death while pulling my hair.

"Of course dong! Abi tuh plays the most part in the manufacturing process. Abi nentuin want what style. Want what position and all macemnya. Hence her face resembled Abi "I said proudly.

"Gee! Just don't be like Abi!" dance Protest.

"If that Abi agrees. Enough Abi is just a centil in our family. Don't stock any more!"

"When I had a dream that our daughter was a girl, Bi."

"Oh yeah? When's? How come you never told Abi the same thing?" I'll get Tari a drink and come back to feed her.

"Dance Time at the cafe. Our son's dream dance came and said that he came with Umi, who made Tari cry Umi who was called by our son is... Viras." Dance is still sad when she remembers her nightmare.

"It was just a dream. Your dream has not been proven, right? Our problems with Vira are resolved peacefully and profitably. Our children are also men. Handsome again like Abi. Mommy escaped her nightmare. Don't even keep thinking." I finally finished feeding Tari. Take out one full plate.

"Yes. Dance also did not want to remember the dream again. Oh yeah, Abi have given our son a name yet?"

A name? Oh my... I haven't thought of. I can tell Tari if I know I haven't come up with a good name for our son.

"Pig... Think again. Many option. Abi put the plate first. After that Abi wants to pray dzuhur first."

Better to pray. Who knows, a good name when praying.

I'm a fool. Why don't you even think about who's name! Is it because it is too panicked and mostly grabbed so my brain is a bit error?

Okay, now pray first.

I also perform dzuhur prayer and after praying I browse the names of children who I think mean good. Papa gave me the name Agastya Wisesa from the name of the puppet. I think it's good that the last name of my son Agastya. Let everyone know that this handsome and great boy is my son.

Okay. Last name already. Now first name. What is suitable?

Wirata Agastya's. Called Hero.

"Darling, I've got his name." I said excitedly. Fold a container and a sarong and then approach Tari with a face full of smiles.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Wirata Agastya."

"What means?"

"Wirata means caring for one another, generous. Agastya means humble and not arrogant. So when combined, children who care for each other, generous, humble and not arrogant. Nice no?"

Dance smiled satisfied with the name I gave her. "I agree. We call him Wira. Thanks to Bi. Nice name!"

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