Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Worries
It had been a few minutes Khaira waited, but her husband had not been seen to pick her up. It was certain that Khaira was so anxious that part of her shirt had gotten wet. Also Khaira was worried, if anyone saw her with a wet shirt on the chest area.
Khaira starts picking up the phone in her pants pocket and starts calling her husband, her phone rings, but there is no answer. While the source of ASI is increasingly painful.
Choosing to sit and wait, Khaira only hoped her husband would come to pick her up soon. As expected, a silver car stopped in front of Khaira.
"Have you been waiting a long time, dear?" sapa Radit got off the car and approached Khaira.
"Fifteen minutes, Mas ... really long?" she lapsed with her pursed lips to her husband.
"There was work, sweetheart. I'll finish it first." replied Radit honestly. There was indeed an additional job in the office that he had to finish first.
Radit then asked for a laptop bag, hand bag, and also his bag. "Here I bring you, dear."
However, Khaira only gave two bags. "This is it... This one let me take it." he said because the bag contained the pumping device, he was wearing it to cover his wet shirt.
"Why aren't you guys?" radit asked suspiciously.
"Go in the car first...."
After that they both got into the car, just now Khaira shifted the position of the bag that had been used to cover the front.
Seeing his wife's wet shirt, Radit was worried. "Why are you, honey, why is it all wet?" tanyanya panic.
"This full mas, must be pumped immediately. If it is not removed I can have a fever" he said while leaning his shoulder on his seat.
"Oh my dear .. sorry for sure because I picked you up late. Aren't you wearing a breastpad, honey?" tanyakanya.
"I've used it, but it's full. Somewhat impetuous, yes Mas, so I can pump first at the Mother's house. I bathed there all of you Mas.." said Khaira while closing her eyes because the source of her ASI is increasingly painful and full.
Radit took his jacket in the back seat. Wearing it for his wife. "Wear this first, honey, be safe. Your shirt is so wet."
After that Radit immediately drove his car faster, hoping his wife did not get a fever. Approximately 20 minutes, they have reached the house of Mother Dyah.
"Mother's Afternoon ... Arsyila crying Mother?" khaira asked as soon as she entered her parents' house.
"No ... Arsyila pinter. Geez, your shirt why Khai?" ask Mother Dyah with worry.
"The air is full of Mother, until it is like gini. Nitip Arsyila again, Khaira pump first and clean up can Mother?"
Mother Dyah also nodded. "Yes there pump first, do not get a fever due to mastitis (inflammation in the ASI tissue)."
After cleaning up and pumping, Khaira went downstairs to meet her son. Apparently under Radit was playing with Arsyila. Carrying the little baby while singing Lullaby songs.
Slowly, Khaira approached her husband and son. "Man if ngasuh son gini getting saucy loh?" cheek kissing chubby Arsyila.
Radit laughed too. "Say if I'm cute, honey." she laughed while still holding Arsyila.
"No, the guy who wants to help ngasuh the kid is cute. Just like you, Mas .. add saucy if the Arsyila fatties are gini." he said while taking a seat in the chair in front of him.
Radit smiled too. "Had pumped it? Still sore?" I asked her with a panicked face.
"It is already ... it is relieved. Arsyila let's drink breast milk first, Mas .. pity someone I stay at work." he said as his two hands stretched out to ask Arsyila.
Radit diverts Arsyila into Khaira's arms, and allows his daughter to get ASI first.
"How did you learn, dear?" tanyanya while observing her daughter who was so calm.
"Current anyway Mas. I'm just thinking about Arsyila. Just got to college, Arsyila thought. Afraid she was fussy, because it had never been left before, right." the story told her husband.
Radit listened to his wife's story. "Consequences of the working Mother Dear .. must miss the same baby. No papa, Arsyila can nitip to Grandpa's house or Eyangnya. Or are you using a babysitter? No papa, so Arsyila can stay at home alone." his proposal that advises his wife to use the services of a babysitter.
Khaira immediately shook her head. "No need Mas .. I can still take care of Arsyila. More satisfied to take care of him himself with my hands. Mending nitip to Grandma's house or Anyangnya once a week. After all I consider teaching this as a hobby channeling aja kok Mas, the same refreshing of routine. The rest I prefer to take care of the house, take care of Arsyila, and take care of the husband with my own hands" he said with sparkling eyes.
Radit was really grateful to get a wife as good as Khaira. As a modern woman who was highly educated and could teach a career more brilliantly, but his wife still put the family together.
"You are a good wife and a good Mama, dear .. In every prostration I give thanks to God, I am unceasingly grateful for having you. There are many things you can pursue in this life with your higher education, but you prioritize both of us. Thank you." Thank you."
"Pursuing a career can be later if Arsyila has gone to school, Mas .. now this is how I am happy. Already grateful. Including having a husband who always supports me. Thank you very much too" he said sincerely.
Apparently their chat, there was an interruption from Mother Dyah. "Let's eat first, later if you go home the stomach is full. Here, Syila goes with Grandma" he said with his hand that wanted to hold Arsyila.
"Let's be with Khaira aja, Bun. Khaira used to eat while carrying Arsyila. After becoming a mother, Khaira became multitasking, Bun." he said while laughing.
Mother Dyah also nodded in agreement. "Truly, Khai ... when you were a baby, Mother also carried you while cooking, lipatin clothes, drying clothes. Just carry you wear a jari, while taking care of the house. You're like a real Mother." The story while remembering the time of babysitting Khaira first.
"Yes Mother, from the house of care and Arsyila was held. Besides, if Mas Radit weekend also help Khaira a lot" said Khaira honestly.
"good. The households work together. It's key. It used to be the view of our ancestors, husbands could only be in the front and women who were in the back, taking care of the kitchen. But now times have changed. Shoulder sharing in the household is better." said Mother Dyah who gave advice to Radit and also Khaira.