Survive Though Injured
Chapter 18 - Dimas Starts Attention

Arriving at home, Alya goes to her son's room to change into Rayn's clothes.

After that, he rushed to his room to clean himself up as well as change his clothes with a negligee.

Alya returns to Rayn's room to give her son breast milk.

Finished giving ASI, Alya went to the room and laid her body beside her husband who was still busy with his cellphone.

Alya turned her back on her husband and closed her eyes.

Dimas put his phone on the nightstand and then lay down his body but his eyes have not been closed.

"Alya!" call him softly with an eye toward the ceiling of the room.

"Hmmm.."

"Why are you silent from now on?"

"I'm sleepy, Mom."

"I'm sorry if I have words that offend you" Dimas said.

"No offensive words, Mom. Go to sleep, tomorrow will have to work," said Alya without turning her body.

Dimas pulled out a blanket and covered his wife. "Good night!"

Alya didn't reply.

Dimas closed his eyes.

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Dimas woke up when the clock was showing at 2 am, looking to his left there was no figure of Alya beside him.

Dimas flicked his blanket to find his wife, stepped into his son's room and sure enough the woman there fell asleep on the sofa.

Dimas stroked the cheek of Rayn who was fast asleep, he then stepped onto the sofa. Dimas rolled his eyes in search of a blanket. After he found it he covered his wife.

Dimas squatted in front of Alya, marginalizing the strands of hair that covered the woman's face.

Dimas smiled and then he stood up to leave his son's room and closed the door.

Go back to the room and lay her body on the bed. "Did she sleep in Rayn's room every night?" muttered.

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Alya woke up to see the clock on the wall had shown the number 6 in the morning. "Gosh, I'm late!"

Alya rushed up from the sofa, tied her hair and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

There was a noise coming from the kitchen, with a quick step Alya approaching him.

Alya's eyes rounded when she saw her husband cooking something, she rushed up to him, "Mas, what else?"

"I'm making breakfast for us" replied Dimas.

"Mas, just let me. It's my job!" Alya was about to take out the spatula that her husband was holding.

Dimas held his wife's hand, "Once I want to cook breakfast for you!"

"Mas, don't take my job, dong!"

"I just lighten it up, you better take Rayn's bath."

"He's not awake yet" Alya said.

"Then do something else" said Dimas.

"Alright then, I want to wash Rayn's clothes," Alya stepped to the back and soaked her son's clothes.

Dimas serves a menu of white rice, sauteed long beans and an omelet on the dining table.

Not to forget he also prepared a warm tea without sugar.

Alya finished washing and drying her son's clothes.

"Let's have breakfast!" dimas said as his wife approached him in the kitchen.

"Mas, don't take a shower?"

"Later on, I'm hungry" Dimas pulled out a chair and sat down.

Alya did the same.

"You've never tried my cooking, have you?"

Alya shook her head.

"I'm sure you must be hooked" Dimas said proudly.

Alya smiled and then took a side dish and vegetables.

Alya began to taste her husband's cooking.

"How's it?" ask Dimas.

Alya smiled back and replied, "Pretty good!"

Dimas smiled, "I told you what, my cooking must be really good."

"Maybe also, if Mas Dimas every weekend cook food for us," said Alya.

"It doesn't matter" said Dimas.

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Dimas hastened home from work, he arrived home at 5 p.m. He holds a plastic cake that contains his wife's favorite cake.

"I know your favorite cake from mama" Dimas said.

Alya accepted it and smiled, "Thank you, Mas."

"I want to take a shower and play with Rayn." Menoel his son's nose.

Alya.

Dimas rushed to the room to clean up after which he approached his son who was engrossed with some toys but remained with Alya's supervision.

"Now Rayn's playing with Papa, yeah!" Dimas grabbed the tiny body and held it.

"Why did Mas Dimas come home today?"

"At least a lot of work."

"That means a year ago Mas Dimas' schedule was so congested that there was no time for me."

"Why do you talk about that?"

Dimas did not reply to his wife's words.

"Because Rayn is with Mas Dimas, I want to continue folding clothes," Alya stood up and stepped into the family room where he placed a pile of clothes that had been washed.

Almost 30 minutes in Dimas' arms, Rayn suddenly cried making the man confused.

Alya who heard his son's cry rushed over to him, "Why, Mas?"

"I don't know," Dimas replied looking a little panicked.

Alya takes over her son's sling, unplugs the shirt she wears and immediately breastfeeds Rayn.

And sure enough Rayn was silent, her eyes slowly closed.

"Oh, so she was crying from thirst" Dimas said.

"It usually is," said Alya.

"You didn't give him formula milk?"

"Next week Rayn even six months, but as long as my breast milk is still a lot I will not give her formula," replied Alya.

"Why?"

"Mas, I am always at home and near Rayn I better give ASI soon as she will also eat porridge," replied Alya.

"Oh, so."

"As long as Mas Dimas does not make me sad, ASI I will not dry" said Alya.

"What do you mean?" Dimas scrunched his forehead.

"Women who are pregnant and breastfeeding should not be stressed so as a husband Mas Dimas should always be happy wife," explained Alya.

"Have you been happy all this time?"

"Although Mas Dimas has not been able to open my heart to me, I am grateful that Mas never forgot us, always took the time and time for Rayn."

"I'm sorry!" ogre.

Alya smiled briefly.

"Tonight we're eating out, yeah!" bring Dimas.

"What about Rayn?"

"We're taking him!"

"I don't want to, Mom. He's too small to be taken out of the house at night" Alya said.

"How about we just order from the outside?" dimas Proposal.

"May also."

"What do you want to order?" Dimas pulled the phone out of his pants pocket.

"Dimsum, pizza, grilled chicken and hodgepodge."

"That much?" Dimas.

"Mas, I'm breastfeeding so I have to eat a lot."

"All right, the important thing is that you're happy." Dimas pressed the phone button and ordered food for himself and his wife.

An hour later, his second order had arrived.

Alya excitedly opened the food container containing her order.

Likewise with Dimas he opened a paper package containing rice Padang.

"Mas, just that message?"

"Yes, this has filled me," Dimas directed his gaze towards the rice Padang.

"And this is all for me?" alya asked as she glanced at the several food containers that were in front of her.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where could I have run out this much?"

"You can keep it and eat it later or tomorrow morning."

"But, this is too much, Mom. I just ordered four. Why the addition of toast and Turkish kebabs?"

"Let your ASI be many."

"Mas, you want to make me fat, okay?" alya Argument.

"No, it's all for Rayn. Our son!" Dimas smiled and devoured Padang rice.

Alya sighed.

"Want to?" Dimas offers Padang rice with meat rendang side dishes and potato parchment.

Alya nodded.

Dimas pointed his hand at his wife's mouth, "Let's open!"

Alya opened her mouth and received a bribe from her husband's hand.

"How does it feel?"

"Soves, Mommy."

"But it's delicious, right?"

Alya agreed, then said, "You again, Mas!"

Dimas then returned to his wife.

Alya grabbed a glass and drank water, after which continued to eat grilled chicken without rice. "Mas, would you?" offering.

"May too!"

Alya took a piece of chicken and she pointed her hand at her husband's mouth.

Dimas opened his mouth while looking at his wife's face.

Alya quickly pulled a hand from her husband's mouth because in the face, she looked misbehaved.

Dimas smiled and continued eating.

Alya continued to enjoy eating grilled chicken and lowered her gaze from her husband.