
What was worried was right. Sofia's condition is getting weaker. He could not even get out of his bed.
"My head is so dizzy, Mom. The medicine given by the Doctor turned out to have no effect at all," Sofia lamented as she stomped her head with her eyes closed.
Joe approaches Sofia and tries to give her a massage on her little wife's head. "Here, let me massage. Who knows the pain might be less."
"Thank you, Mum. Oh yeah, how's Shakila? Is she okay?" sofia asked with her eyes still tightly closed.
Joe glanced at Shakila's crib and found that the baby girl was still soundly asleep.
"He's a smart baby, Sofia. Maybe he understands how you are right now" said Joe.
A few hours later.
When Joe and Sofia begin to dissolve in their dreamland, Shakila wakes up and cries. The little baby was thirsty because it had not touched the milk bottle for several hours.
Joe gasped in shock at Shakila's cry and soon got out of bed and walked over to the tiny crib.
"Hhussshhh ...."
Slowly Joe raised Shakila's tiny body then tried to calm her down. Instead of being calm, Shakila cried even louder. Sofia awoke from her sleep.
"Ehm, Sofia. How to make milk for her? It seems that Shakila is already thirsty" asked Joe as he watched the hysterical baby Shakila in his arms.
Sofia also explained how to make the right milk for Shakila, while Joe listened carefully and then immediately made the milk according to Sofia's instructions.
After he finished making milk, Joe immediately gave the milk to Shakila. Greedily, baby Shakila sucked the bottle of milk.
"That's so sorry, son. Looks like you're really thirsty" murmured Joe.
After the milk bottle was empty, baby Shakila again cried hysterically. Joe again confused. Maybe tonight was a night of struggle for Joe. He must take care and prepare all the needs of the tiny baby alone.
"What else, huh? Why are you crying again, son?" joe asked while linking his eyebrows together.
"Try the diaper check, Mom. Maybe the diaper is full" said Sofia, still with her eyes closed.
"really?"
Joe started checking Shakila's diaper and it turned out to be true, the tiny baby was uncomfortable because he was poop.
"Oh, God!" pekik Joe who for a lifetime has never faced a baby poop.
Sofia chuckled softly after hearing her husband's shriek at the time.
"Just for tonight, Mom. Tomorrow night there's a new babysitter taking care of Shakila."
"Who is this, Sofia? I was confused" asked Joe, scratching his head.
"Use wet tissue, Daddy Joe."
With great care, Joe began to clean it up. Finally baby Shakila returned to sleep soundly after feeling comfortable and her stomach was full.
Next day.
"What happened to you, Joe?" marcello asked as he chuckled softly at Joe's tired face.
"Last night I stayed up, sir," Joe replied as he opened the car door for Marcello.
"Haha! You finally feel what I feel, don't you? How does it feel to take care of a baby, Joe?!" seduce Marcello while laughing.
"Yes, Sir. Really good," replied Joe.
"God! Better get the Bodyguard to drive. I don't want our trip to be okay" said Marcello because it looks like Joe is really exhausted.
"Good, Sir."
Meanwhile, in Sofia's room.
"How are you doing, Sofia? Have you had breakfast?" ask Marissa while approaching Sofia who is still rolling over the bed.
"I can't eat anything yet, Miss. Every time food enters my stomach, a moment later it will come out again" Sofia said.
Marissa smiled then stroked Sofia's arm gently.
"Hmm, maybe that's how Daddy used to feel. He is just like you. Can only lie weakly on the bed while feeling a sense of dizziness in his head." Marissa remembered Marcello who had morning sickness in her place.
"Oh yes, Sofia. While the Babysitter who will take care of Shakila has not arrived yet, may I take the little baby with me?"
Sofia opened her eyes and smiled at Marissa.
"It is with pleasure, Miss. Sorry for the trouble, Miss Marissa," Sofia said with teary eyes.
"I'm happy, Sofia. Because I really like children but unfortunately until now Marvel and Melvin have not been given a sister. Every night I was in the same fight as Daddy Marcello. Is Daddy not fucking anymore, huh? You know, she's old too" said Marissa, laughing.
"Ah, Miss could have. What's the same old man as Joe?"
"Our husband is both old, Sofia. They should be grateful for getting young leaves like us" Marissa continued.
"Fate, have an old husband," replied Sofia who also chuckled while stomping on her head which still hurt.
"But the elders are so they're still adorable. No less than brondong, right?!"
"Maybe, Miss. I don't know what Brondong feels like yet. If the new condong I know," said Sofia.
"Ish, you."
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