Stars for Earth
Men are Softhearted

"You have Ar's new job?" ask mama Hamida.

"She Ma, but there is no need to be congratulated or anything, just pray for me, so that I can still carry out my duties as a servant of God, as a son of a mother father, as a husband of Najma, as a husband of Najma, as a father to Akbar and Icha, as well as a neurosurgeon, because my workload is also increasing, I am responsible as chairman of the medical committee" Ardi said.

"What medical committee is it?" ask Sarah Arya.

"The medical committee is a hospital device to apply clinical governance (clinical governance) so that medical staff in the hospital are maintained professionalism through credential mechanisms, quality care of the medical profession, and the, and maintenance of the ethics and discipline of the medical profession. Well Ardi himself as chairman of the committee is directly responsible to the director of the hospital," said Sarah, and all also listen carefully to the explanation from Sarah.

"Sometimes Thamrin's doctor has retired, so who's his successor?" ask papa Rahman.

"Doctor Herman, new from the City Government," said Ardi.

"Oh new guy, if you're the director of Ar,"

" Yes not Ma, I was too early to go there, I became a surgeon only biennial," said Ardi.

"Mas must be more busy" said Najma.

"Yes, it's getting busy right now, because the hospital is soon also accredited, but still I try to stay there for you guys" said Ardi as he grabbed Najma's head and brought it to his chest, then stroked the head wrapped in the hijab.

"His affectionate speech was in the room, eat first" Arya chirped and laughter broke out in their midst.

"Mas Arya can't see anyone else wooing," muttered Ardi.

After dinner Arya and Sarah parted home because Sarah was tired, with a big stomach that would want to rest immediately.

Mama Hamida and Papa Rahman say goodbye to go home first, because tomorrow there is a show that will be arranged by friends of mama Hamida.

Najma sat in the living room with Ardi. Enjoy the time together.

"Drink the milk babe" said Ardi, pointing to a mug of warm chocolate milk on the table, which he had just made for Najma.

"Yes Mas" Najma grabbed the mug and drank it down. Najma's body is now getting denser as she eats a lot, it's all so that her essence for baby Icha remains plentiful and smooth.

"You're looking at Babe, anyway" said Ardi, who pinched Najma's cheek, which grew chubby.

"What the hell is Maas sick tau," said Najma who rubbed his cheek from a pinch of Ardi.

"Sorry Mba Ama, Mas Ardi, Icha seems hungry, it's crying" said Bu Tami who suddenly came out of the children's room.

"Yes ma'am, I'm breastfeeding" said Najma then taking baby Icha in Akbar's room.

"Bu Tami ate first, had not eaten, Akbarnya had pules, left alone," said Najma.

"Well Mba," said Bu Tami then headed to the kitchen for dinner.

"Mas, take a yuk," asked Najma.

"Let me get a laptop in the car first" said Ardi.

Ardi went to the garage and grabbed a bag containing a laptop from his car. He looked around the outside of his car which looked dirty dusty.

"Forgot a car wash, tomorrow let Arif take it to the car wash" Ardi murmured. Then he caught up with Najma in the upper room.

Najma is sitting nursing baby Icha on the couch. Ardi sat next to his wife and son and opened his laptop.

Ardi seriously studied the new documents from the medical committee. His eyes were on the laptop screen.

Najma is actually also very lonely, but trying to be patient, she is getting older, wants to support her husband's work, which Ardi does is still natural, he still always pays attention to Najma and her children.

After she finished breastfeeding, Najma belched the baby Icha by leaning the baby's head on her shoulders and gently patting her hands on the baby's back.

"Ough.." baby Icha burps.

"What's that sound?" Ardi was quite surprised by the sound of baby Icha burps.

"Icha was full of Baba, so burp," said Najma.

"Here I sleep baby Icha," Ardi took baby Icha from Najma's sling and took her to a baby crib, put her to bed there.

After that, he returned to the sofa where Najma was still there.

"Not sleepy babe?" ask Ardi.

"Bentar Mas, still full of my stomach, not good to be made bobok," said Najma.

"If so, the seat shifts to the corner," asked Ardi, Najma complied and shifted her ass to the corner of the sofa.

Ardi lifted Najma's legs up to Najma in a selonjor position on the sofa, then without being asked, Ardi massaged Najma's legs.

"You must be tired of Babe" said Ardi.

"Mas knows it, anyway" said Najma.

"Mas was also tired, I should have massaged Mas Ardi's shoulder, must have been tense because it worked a lot," Najma felt bad and brushed off Ardi's hand so as not to move massaging again, no doubt the massage made her comfortable, but Najma did not reach the heart because she knew her husband was tired of working.

"Here you go, nadir aja babe," Ardi kept on massaging Najma.

"I work also sit down, surgery also while sitting, while you, have taken care of baby Icha, Akbar, take care of me, take care of the house, think of the store,"

"Yes, I was helped by Bu Tami and Bu Ani" said Najma.

"I thank God and thank you for marrying me, conceiving and giving birth to my children, educating them, looking after and taking care of my property, even if you have a job of your own, you keep putting me first" said Ardi.

Najma was moved to hear Ardi's words, unexpectedly a very respected man in the hospital, turned out to be very gentle to his wife and child, as well as the son of Sholih for both parents.

From Abu Hurairah Radhiyallahu anhu that Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam has said, “The most perfect believer of his faith is the most kind of his deed and as good as you are the kindest person to his wife”.