PENGHALAM
Chapter 88. Postpartum

Raka kowtowed as a sign of her gratitude. After that he hugged and kissed Vira's forehead. The man approached his mother. Realizing that was the struggle when giving birth to her.

While accompanying Vira giving birth to Leon, Raka does not accompany her as she pushes because Raka is aware of who she is. No ties with Leon. However, as soon as Leon's cry sounded, Raka immediately entered.

"Mama, I'm sorry! All this time I haven't been able to avenge all that you've done for me."

"Nothing to forgive. A mother can make mistakes too!"

"Mama is never wrong. Now that I know a mother's struggle to give birth to her baby, I'm sorry for not being able to repay her sacrifice."

"You're a good boy, I'm proud to have a kid like you. All your sacrifices have been avenged to see you become the responsible child you are today!"

"Mommy, thank you for being the best mom for me!"

Mama stroked the back of her son, who was now a father to her biological son. Raka again approached Vira and kissed all parts of her face.

"Thank you dear, for you have fought to give birth to our beautiful daughter!"

"Mas, thank you too for always being next to me. Accepting me for who I am and loving Leon like your real son" Vira said.

Raka just nodded his head in response and again kissed his wife's forehead. Vira replied with a faint smile.

The midwife brought their baby back to Raka. "Father Raka and Mother Vira are her daughters" said the midwife and placed her on Vira's chest.

Raka and Vira hug their beautiful daughter and kiss her. Mama approaches and asks Raka to accuse her son.

Raka was helped by mom holding her baby and complaining. After she was born, she put the baby back on Vira's chest.

"Try to teach your baby to suck, Vira!" say Mama.

"Yes, Ma."

Vira took off her shirt and pointed her baby's mouth at her nipples. First it seemed the baby was having trouble, mom and Vira kept her mouth pointed, and finally she could suck her mother's milk.

After nursing, their daughter fell asleep again. Raka and Vira did not stop giving thanks. Never did the woman think, getting another baby in such a short time like this.

"Similar to Mas Raka's face," said Vira rubbed the cheek of her daughter who fell asleep after breastfeeding.

"I think it looks like you. It's beautiful" said Raka.

Dr. Zulaida entered the room and approached Vira. "Mother, later the mother cleaned the same midwife before moving to the hospital room. Now I say goodbye, there's a patient who's going to be operated on."

"Thank you, Doc," said the three.

While Vira was cleaned, the mother pushed the baby who was in the bok towards the hospital room. After Vira was cleaned and changed clothes, the nurse helped Raka push the woman's bed towards the hospital room.

"Honey, is there still a sick person "said Raka who sat by Vira's bed while holding his wife's hand.

"All the pain was gone as soon as I heard the sound of our baby crying, Mas."

"Dear, thank you!"

"Thank you for what, Mom? I also thanked you!"

"I won't stop thanking you. Because there's a lot you've done for me and it's actually not enough to thank you!"

"Mas, I should be thanking you so much, because you have given me everything a woman and a wife want, you gave me love, she said, considerate and also you are a very responsible husband."

"It is my duty as a husband, to make my wife happy" said Raka in his hand.

"Mas from today your responsibilities increase. I want you to take care of your health. We'll take care of and raise our baby together!"

"Dear, I'll take care of my health. Because I want to accompany you and the children until we age together!"

Vira smiled in response to her husband's words. She did not stop saying gratitude for being able to have a husband like Raka.

"Which mom, Mas? Not visible. Home huh?"

"Mama overtakes Papa's parking lot. Papa's coming here. Mama's coming out to find food for us later with Papa."

Vira smiled again in response to her husband's words. Sometimes Vira feels like all this is a dream. His current life is very different when he was with Yudha first.

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