Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Arsyila's jealousy
Arsyila still seemed to cry when Khaira was holding a small baby named Medina.
Seeing Arsyila crying sadly, Metta felt pity. "Udah Khai, pity Arsyila .. nangisnya feel very sad" said Metta as she reached out her hand intending to receive baby Medina from Khaira's hand.
Slowly, Khaira handed Medina over to Metta. "When still want to be fat, masoh keinget when Syila was a child first. Not strong, Syila was this small and now she can walk her son just talk about it that has not been smooth" said Khaira while handing Medina to Metta.
"Oh yeah, what did Baby call you, Ta?" ask the curious Khaira with a call to Metta and Dimas as new parents.
"Call him Father and Mother, Aunty Khaira ..." said Metta, laughing.
Afterwards Khaira then took hold of Arsyila who was still crying. Apparently Arsyila was still not silent and her tears were still sullen.
"Mrs ... Mama ..." speech from Arsyila who called her Mama with lips that still let out sobs.
Khaira then hugged her little daughter and wiped her tears, "Arsyila why are you crying?" khaira asked Arsyila slowly.
Arsyila hugged Khaira and said. "Baby ..." he said, pointing to the little baby named Medina.
As a Mama, Khaira knew that her little daughter was jealous. Therefore, Khaira hugged Arsyila for a moment and rubbed her back gently. "Syila why are you crying? Mama just carried her baby sister for a little while." said Khaira slowly.
Arsyila shook her head. "No Mom ... No." said Arsyila quickly.
"Mama can't carry a baby, can't Arsyila, dear?" asked the smiling Metta looking at Arsyila's behavior.
Again Arsyila shook her head. "Mama Syila ...."
Khaira also chuckles amusedly at the cute style due to the jealousy of an Arsyila just because her mother is holding a baby Medina.
"Jealous of her, Khai ..." said Metta who also laughed at Arsyila's behavior.
"Yes, right. Ordinary, Ta .. a child is like this. Feeling competitive, feeling like you have a rival. It's called Sibling Rivalry. Sometimes it will also be between Brother and Sister jealous of each other, fighting, crying. Maybe Arsyila was new in that phase, considering when her mother held Medina, the baby became her rival. Her mother should have held her back and carried her, now carrying baby Medina. Feeling jealous. Sometimes if you think it is very funny, a child, but it is the stage of development as it is." Khaira explained that is so detailed to Metta.
His friend seemed to nod his head at Khaira's explanation. "Keep not jealous how is Khai?" ask Metta who also wants to know in order to control jealousy in a child.
"Yes can not instans anyway, Ta .. told slowly, constantly. Because it was told over and over again it will long form in his brain, so slowly he knows that the sister is not a rival, if the sister should be loved, if the sister is a brother. It is not instinct. Also often invited to play together, fighting can also be the origin of a healthy fight. Because from the fight children also learn to control themselves, recognize their emotions, and learn to make peace with their sister or friend and with himself." replied Khaira.
"Oh so yeah .. tricky also ya babysit the kids. Later if baby Medina is already a bit big, often playdate ya Khai .. so they can be friends, like the two of us. Because my daughter is a girl, failed to be Arsyila as the future daughter-in-law." Metta chuckles amusedly.
Same with Khaira. "No papa Ta, but later Syila and Medina can be friends, friends with each other. We are like a family because family is not based on blood. Aye right?"
Metta nodded and scrambled the top of Arsyila's head. "really so. You're lucky Syila, your mom is nice, pinter, her knowledge is broad. Arsyila will be like Mama."
"Below yuk Khai, pity the Fathers at the bottom while we are busy chatting here." invite Metta to Khaira to come down.
Khaira nodded and stood up, "You can walk? Can you get down the stairs? If you can't just stay here." Khaira is a little preventative because not too long ago his best friend was postpartum.
"Yes, I can already kok .. the other day when his co-workers Kak Dimas nengokin Medina, I also went down. Kan, I don't have any stitches in there Khai .. seams in the stomach." Metta chuckled while holding her stomach.
"Oh really .. I used to be stitched a lot, Ta. So, at that time Mas Radit did not get me up and down the stairs. I'm just in the room, he's the one going up and down. She said to heal first only got up and down the stairs." Khaira story while remembering how her husband who at that time did not allow her to go up and down the stairs.
Metta laughed too. “That's because Mas Radit loves so much the same
lo. Really attention. So his wife was not allowed to go up and down the stairs, afraid
sewing why-napa. Aye right?”
Suddenly Khaira laughed. His face was flushed after
hearing Metta's words. Her husband loved and cared for her
so sometimes a lot of bans are given and Radit wants to be sure
Khaira.
“Iya .. he said the stitches to heal first. She if the story first saw me give birth she was very sick. It hurts so much he said. Yes, I know she can't bear to see me suffer, but how else would people give birth like that. But all this time, I was always grateful because I had Mas Radit, he who was always by my side supporting me, even now we also work together to nurture Arsyila.” This time the story came out
from Khaira, she admitted that she was so grateful for her husband's existence. The man she always loved and was proud of.
“So good looking if Mas Radit is affectionate and considerate with you two. Hopefully we can follow in your footsteps yes, especially I am still very ordinary. I'm sometimes afraid to hold Medina. Her body is still small and looks fragile, I'm afraid.”
Khaira smiled too. “No papa, slowly learn it. Later long ago I got used to getting better. I was scared at first too, but I learned and supported Mas Radit finally from starting to give birth can megang Arsyila itself.”
After a long chat, they chose to go down. Metta handed Medina over to her father, while Arsyila was seen
crying as soon as he saw his father.
“Papa .. baby.” Said Arsyila who returned with tears.
“Tadi cried when Mama carried baby Medina, Pa. .. thought her mother belonged to baby. Ordinary little boy.” The story of Khaira to her husband who at that time carried Arsyila and wiped a circle of tears that came out of her daughter's clear round eyes.