Stars for Earth
Baby A

They finally arrived in front of their house, but both were surprised to see a middle-aged man sitting on his garage porch, clutching something.

"Who is Mas?" ask Najma.

"So, we go in first, we just ask," said Ardi.

Ardi opened the garage door with a remote in his car, then put the car in the garage. The two went down and were shocked to hear the sound of the baby crying in the man's arms.

"Om Indra?" Najma was even more surprised, it turned out that the man who carried the baby was Om Indra, husband of Aunt Samira sister of her mother rahimahallaah.

Najma and Ardi looked at each other questioningly, what is this? Why is Om Indra here? Whose baby is that? What exactly is going on?

"Yes Ama, this is Om. ssstt cup dear cup.." said Indra while trying to silence the baby she was carrying.

"Surely he was cold, we went in first Om," said Ardi let Indra in, he also brought a baby bag that was put under just like that, wetness of course.

"Here Om," Najma invited Indra to the middle room.

"It's been put to sleep here Om the baby, it must be cold for him" Najma said.

Indra put the little red baby on the sofa, Ardi came from the upper room carrying a soft blanket to warm the baby. And towels for the wet Indra as well.

"It's Om" said Ardi while giving a towel to Indra to dry her hair and clothes a little wet.

"It's not wet Mas's clothes, it can hurt this, but instead, I've never changed a baby's clothes," said Najma.

"Here let me change it," Ardi swiftly changed the tiny baby's clothes with the clothes he took from the baby bag. A thousand questions wanted immediately he and Najma asked Indra, but they are currently concerned about the safety of the tiny baby.

After that Ardi made milk for the baby, with formula milk in a baby bag. Najma then made a warm tea for the three of them.

Ardi carried the baby and gave him milk, skillfully, as if he were an expert and accustomed.

Najma was eager to ask, how did the expert Ardi do it all. But he was more curious to wonder at his Om who brought the baby.

After full feeding, Ardi belched the baby by putting the baby on his shoulders, then patting the baby's back until burping. Then put it to sleep in a warm soft blanket.

"Pope.. Son Ardi.you must be wondering, why Om came here, how Om can know your address.who this baby is.and why Om brought it here." said Indra.

Najma and Ardi fell silent to listen to all the stories of Indra.

"First of all, Om would like to apologize for all the mistakes of the family, especially to you, Ama, after your parents died we did not take care of you well, instead let you marry yourself, instead, it is not worth doing by the person called family, sorry.sorry om Ama.sorry us.." said Indra with a very sad face.

"Om already, we've done it all, who's Om's son?" Najma.

"Syila's son" said Indra.

"Syila is married?"

"So shortly after you got married, Syila also got a proposal from her co-star, soon they got married, Surya her name, she is kind and responsible, but God's destiny says otherwise, when Syila was two months pregnant, Surya died in an accident while returning home from work,"

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi roojiun" Ardi and Najma said almost simultaneously.

"She dropped, very drop.so from two months to nine months of pregnancy, she just stayed at home, sad to keep looking, until the time of delivery she was bleeding and could not be saved," said Indra who was very sad to remember his son back.

"Syila. innallahi wa inna ilaihi roojiun," again Najma beristirja..

"Why did Om not tell us?" asked Najma sobbing.

"Where dare Ama, we hurt you too much..."

"Then Aunt Samira?"

"Yet sickly since that day, the day we wanted to marry Son Ardi to Shila, he deeply regrets being unfair to you, so often sick, he said, therefore we want to leave Akbar to you, because om has to work and you can not take care of it because of illness, om want you to be his parents, om believe you can educate him well,"

Najma's crying was unstoppable again.I don't know what he felt, sad and tight to hear his aunt's family was hit hard, but happy and happy to get the gift of a baby boy.

"Mas .." said Najma as if asking for her husband's approval to take care of her orphaned little niece just like her. Ardi nodded in agreement.

"Then say goodbye first yes," said Indra.

"Let me take Om," said Ardi.

"Sir, ndak, you must be tired, please take care of the children and grandchildren om this," Indra refused subtly, not wanting to trouble the Najma family anymore.

"Before Om, wait a minute, yeah," Najma immediately ran towards the kitchen, putting in some boxes of frozen side dishes, fruits, and groceries for her aunt.

"This tip is for Aunty, and this is the taxi fare, in front of the housing in shaa Allah there is a reason," Najma said while handing over the bag containing the goods.

"There are many Ama, may you be happy always, oh yes Akbar's letters are in the map in the bag, you definitely need to the adoption process and so on," said Indra then left the house.

Najma and Ardi and baby Akbar live in the living room. Still do not believe in the blink of an eye, this house has the arrival of new residents who will give a crowd in this house.

"Pope we take care of this baby A?" asked Najma who tried to hold Akbar who was asleep in a dream.

"Look, I'll love him like our own son,"

"How will papa mama go? They mind ga?"

"Ehm, at least not, tomorrow I'll talk to your mom, papa,"

"Yes Mas, we go yuk, I want to take a bath, and soon bob the same baby A and the papa? Her ashes? her dad? what do you want to call it?"

They both laughed, in their minds they were not ready for anything to be parents, yet there calls, nursery, and so on, as they thought, as they thought, at least nine months later, she had a child when Najma was pregnant.

"Umma.." call Ardi to Najma.

"Baba.." call Najma to Ardi. And they laughed again, strange and still awkward to call it that name.

But they are grateful, unceasingly grateful, want a child born from his womb, or not, God has presented a tiny baby boy in their midst.