Nackal Duda
Guarding the Hero

Gnats

Alhamdulillah Aqiqah event today went well. May the prayers offered by the orphaned brothers who come be granted by God.

Dance looks beautiful wearing hijab today. He carried Wira who had fallen asleep since then no matter the crowded atmosphere at home because of many people.

Today my friends also pray fervently. Sony and Riko who usually like to joke, now follow the study in an orderly manner.

The food brought by Mama Irna and Oma has been distributed to orphaned siblings and neighbors around. Everyone can enjoy it fairly.

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A month later...

Dance who had intended to visit the graves of her parents, said goodbye to me. He went with Mama Irna and Oma. The hero was intentionally not taken. His stock of milk is still a lot, I can take care of it with the help of Madam Inah.

We have agreed not to use the services of a babysitter. Dance which is everyday at home, can take care of your own Wira, but still other homework is held by Mbak Inah. No problem, as long as it can be done I go along. If Tari wants help, I'll just order a housekeeper for her.

The hero fell asleep as Dance left. Good though. Hopefully he's not fussy today. While watching Wira, I was busy with my laptop. Pay attention to stock price movements that can never be predicted when up and down.

I also occasionally check the reports sent by my men about the development of the showroom. Usually, I diligently go to the showroom to check for myself. However, today I was busy taking care of Wira.

While checking the report, Wira suddenly cried loudly.

Oek..uk...

I stopped checking my work and looked at the state of the Hero. I picked him up from the bouncer I had been moving with my feet. I think, sleeping while swinging will be long, it turns out if it's time to wake up.

I carried it and warmed the ASI in a glass bottle in the freezer. It's my fault, not since I set ASI warm but even fun to work. An impatient woman, she was crying loudly.

Oek.. oek...

This kid's getting louder and louder. I started to panic. Ma'am Inah hasn't returned from shopping at the greengrocer. The hero is getting impatient.

I quickly poured the milk that was not yet warm properly into his bottle. In a state of panic, I gave her a bottle of milk containing ASI. However, because it is used to drinking from the source and it still feels warm, this child does not want to drink from a bottle. He was crying harder.

"Cup.cup... Don't cry dong Darling! It's your milk, drink ya." I tried to calm the Hero who was constantly crying nonstop.

Why is this child so hard to stand still? Whereas, when there was his Mommy, I rarely heard him cry so hard.

"You don't want to drink, honey? You're not thirsty?" The hero doesn't care about my words, he's crying louder.

Oek.. oek....

"You want Abi shalawatin? Do you like Abi shalawatin?"

I chanted Shalawat the Prophet while carrying him. Hope Wira will be a henchman and not cry anymore.

But actually...

Oek...uk...

Her crying is getting louder.

Masya Allah's....

What am I supposed to do?

"Don't cry dong, honey! You have no pity on Abi? Or are you a pup?" I brought the Hero into the room and checked the diapers. Clean and not heavy, meaning not much pee.

"Why are you crying, honey? Are you being carried by a handsome Abi? Not happy to be carried by Abi?"

The crying is getting louder...

Oek.. oek...

Lucky Mama Inah came. He was like my savior coming at the right time.

"Wah adek Wira nangis ya sir. Sorry for the late time at the vegetable. Understandably the complex mothers are busy gossiping, sir. I wash my hands first sir." said Ma'am Inah who came in a hurry after hearing the sound of Wira crying from outside.

"Yes, my mother!" my orders.

Ma'am Inah then washed his hands and warmed the milk that had been rejected by Wira. He must have known that the milk I just warmed.

Mbak Inah came and carried Wira. The boy was still crying.

"Why Deck? How come you're holding papa?" ask Mama Inah.

It's strange! Why is it the same with a child? It's the same father who doesn't know the answer to what, this is even the same baby!

Mbak Inah then put Wira in her baby bed and checked her diapers. Just like I did.

"No pup and pee still a little, Ma'am." I explained that I checked it first before he checked.

Madam Inah then checked Wira's back and took the telon oil. "There's a bentol. I think Adek was bitten all over sir."

Sure enough, Wira's cries began to subside after being smeared with telon oil. This kid is itching. Ah... Why didn't you say? Love the cake code! If oek.. oek where do I understand?

Mother Inah then went to the kitchen and brought the milk that He had warmed. The originally crying hero now fell silent and drank his milk.

Whoa... This kid really....

"The hair is itchy and thirsty sir. That's why it's crying so hard!" mama Inah explained. "It's sleeping now because it's full."

Ja. I know it too.

How do I know that kid's itching?

"Yaudah Maak, put it on the bouncer again. Let Ma'am Inah settle the vegetables later My wife will take care." I ordered.

"Good, sir."

Inah's mom put Wira in the bouncer. He fell asleep and I was busy working. The situation is back to stable thanks to Mbak Inah.

Huft....

It is not easy to take care of a baby. Especially the baby is like a hero...

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Dances

I went with Oma and Aunt Irna to Mama's grave. Apparently Mama asked to be buried right next to Papa's grave before Mama breathed her last.

I'm so sad. Never saw my Mama and Papa face directly but could only see their graves.

Their tombs are next to each other, with the same model tombstone. The grass on top of their tomb was well preserved. Oma must have taken care of it.

As much as I could, I held back my tears that were about to fall. It feels so sad. Mama and Papa's love is united in nature.

"Naura, this is Utari. Your daughter. Sorry, Mama can bring Dance now. Mama tried to find him but only now can find him. Great woman dance... Dance is similar to you... Maafin Mama Naura's... Mama promised to keep Tari in your place... " Oma was crying a sigh in front of Mama's grave.

I approached Oma and hugged her. Although I just met but I have known Oma for a long time. I loved Oma, replacing Mama who had gone home to the divine.

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