Survive Though Injured
Chapter 15 - By-by

Alya takes care of and takes care of the baby without asking her husband for help. He was very angry and disappointed with Dimas because last night the man came home until 10 p.m.

"Where are my work clothes?" ask Dimas.

Alya did not answer.

"I'm asking you, where did you put my work shirt?"

"I keep it in the same place without ever moving it, try to find Mas Dimas more carefully," Alya said without looking, his gaze was only on the baby he was wearing clothes.

Dimas circulated his gaze into the contents of the closet, his eyes were now fixed on a blue shirt with a stripe motif.

Dimas grabbed the hanger and put it on. "Have you made breakfast for me?"

"Breakfast at the office."

"Why should it be there?"

"I'm busy taking care of Rayn, Mas Dimas usually has breakfast with Lala, a favorite employee" Alya said.

Dimas grunted in annoyance.

"Let's get out now!" Alya carried the baby and took him out of the room.

Dimas followed his wife's steps, "I want to go to work!"

"Go, why do you have permission?"

"Alya, why are you 'clean?"

Alya did not answer him and chose cuek.

Dimas to the dinner table asked ART to make a warm tea, he grabbed a piece of bread and smeared it with peanut butter.

Dimas enjoyed a breakfast of bread with warm tea, after which he returned to his wife thrusting her hand.

Alya looked at her husband's hand.

"You don't want to shake hands with me?" ask Dimas.

Alya grabbed her husband's hand and kissed his back.

Dimas kissed his son's forehead and left for the office.

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Dimas came home early precisely at 4 pm the man was already at home.

It made Alya frown with a change in her husband's attitude.

"Where's Rayn?"

"Regardless."

Dimas cleaned his body and approached his son who was in a baby box made of wood. Raise the tiny body and carry it.

Suddenly Rayn urinated on a wet Dimas t-shirt.

"Alya!" screaming called.

Alya came rushing over to her husband, "What's up, Mas?"

"Rayn's wetting my clothes!"

Alya smiled and took over her son's arms, "Smart boy, let's get changed!"

Alya put the baby in bed and changed her clothes.

"You also want me to change her clothes!" Alya glanced at her husband who was still standing watching her change into Rayn's clothes.

"I can do it myself!" Dimas hurried to leave his son's room.

Alya smelled a smile.

After changing clothes, Alya brought her son out of the room. He approached Dimas who also just opened the door to the room.

"You don't want to hold Rayn anymore?"

"Later he wet the bed again."

"So you want to hold him if you can pee yourself" Alya said.

"Not really, at least he wears diapers," said Dimas.

"I've worn it diapers, carry it!" Alya handed her son over to her husband.

Dimas took over his son's arms. "What do you want?"

"I want to relax" Alya replied smiling.

Alya grabbed a glass jar filled with french fries, she sat in front of the television while watching the television broadcast.

Dimas stood up while holding his son, "Did you do this every day?"

Alya shook her head.

Dimas sighed.

"Mas, your wife wants a moment of refreshing. It's like this, so as a husband help lighten up my work" said Alya.

"I'm out of work, not relaxing" Dimas said.

"Mas, help the wife in the house with her head. Anyway I just told Mas Dimas to carry Rayn instead of bathing her or changing her diaper" she said.

Dimas was silent.

Alya continued snacking on the fries.

****

"I will go there today with papa, later mama will accompany you," said Dimas while sipping coffee.

"How long was it there?"

"At most week."

"Why so fast?"

"You want me to go on for a long time?"

Alya shook her head.

"Never call or anything, because I don't want to be disturbed."

"What if something happens to me or Rayn?"

"May you guys be okay."

"After going there, you take a day off 'yes!" alya pinta.

"I can't" said Dimas.

"Why?"

Alya's expression turned disappointed.

"I'm leaving, yeah!" Dimas ended his breakfast, pulled the suitcase and left.

-

An hour after Dimas left, Roses came alone carrying some fruit and snacks for Alya.

"When will Tria get married?"

"Maybe another five or six months" replied the Rose. "Why indeed?" back asking.

"Nothing, Ma. Did Azzam come to propose?"

"Not yet."

"Dimas said he wanted to take leave when Tria married," said Roses.

"Yes, Ma. But it was a long time, but I wanted to have time with Mas Dimas" said Alya.

"Later Mama will advise Dimas to take time for you" promised Roses.

-

Before going to bed, Alya's phone rang with the name Dimas.

"Assalamualaikum, my dear."

"Waalaikumussalam" said Dimas.

"What's calling me?"

"I just wanted to ask Rayn."

"Oh, he's fine" said Alya ketus.

"Yes, then I'll hang up. Good night, assalamualaikum." Dimas ended his call.

"Goddessalam, huft..." Alya sighed.

****

Five days later.....

Dimas went home with 2 paper bags on his left hand. His suitcase had been carried by the office driver to the front door of his room.

Dimas threw his faint smile.

Alya replied to him with a short smile.

"Where's Rayn?"

"Looking in his room."

"Oh," said Dimas briefly.

Alya again showed a short smile.

Dimas gave 1 paper bag to his wife. "Make you!"

"Forku?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Whom else does it take?"

"It's for someone."

"Lala?" guess Alya.

"Not."

"Your mistress' love?" Alya.

"No."

"Then?"

"Make my son."

Alya breathed out her rough breath.

"I want to give it to him."

"Oh my goodness, my. Rayn can say thank you, Papa."

"Just let it go" Dimas chose to leave his wife.

"Basic freak!" Alya grumbling.

Dimas cleaned himself and changed his clothes, after which he stepped over to his son. Raise the body of the little baby.

Alya quickly prevented her husband from carrying her son.

"Why can't I hold her?"

"She has not worn diapers, later clothes Mas Dimas wet," replied Alya.

Dimas put his son back.

Alya was also in a hurry to put on diapers.

After wearing Rayn diapers, Alya handed her son over to her husband. "Now Mas Dimas is safe from his pee!"

Dimas smilingly accepted his son in his arms.

"Thank you for that, Mom."

"Yes, you're welcome."

"Often, yeah."

"If I don't forget" said Dimas.

"I'll remind Mas Dimas that he has a beautiful and kind wife like me!" Alya smiled then passed.

Dimas directed his gaze to his wife's back while pulling both ends of his lips.

"Mas, what do you want to cook for lunch?" alya shouted from the kitchen.

Dimas sighed.

"Why did he have to scream to ask, anyway?" Dimas.

Dimas finally went into the kitchen to his wife.

"Mas, what do I want?"

"Clearly," Dimas emphasized his words. "If you want to ask, never shout!" continued.

Alya smiled and said, "Sorry!"