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“Mas..”.
Juan and the Duke immediately stopped his steps. Juan looked at Iis who was smiling and sat in a wheelchair. Intan pushing wheelchair Iis.
“Ayang, are you sitting down again? Doesn't it hurt?” juan asked as he walked over to Iis.
“Nothing, Mas. Want to see baby, Dad? I can come?” Iis asked with a sweet smile at Juan.
“Bu, this is my wife is not papa?” juan asked Intan.
Intan could only smile at Juan's worries. “Pak, Ma'am Iis is healthy, strong in fact, have been able to meet her baby. Can all breastfeed too,” Bright Intan.
“Mommy can? Eh this is the first child well?” ask Intan again.
“Iya, but hopefully you can,” replied Iis while smiling slowly.
“Yes let me push, Mom. You can go back to the mothers who want to be born,”, Juan said as he put his ladder to the wheelchair push.
“Ah then excuse me first,” said Intan.
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“Juan, Iis..sini, this is very funny dedenya,” said Taca while swinging the newborn baby.
Juan immediately walked towards Taca, Juan has not carried his child at all. A child whom he craves. A child who struggles to get it.
Juan was holding his baby, his little angel. Cuddling, the third most perfect woman Juan has ever known. His kid.
“Hey, beautiful... so beautiful are you, son, what dear, what do you want? This is Papih Nak,” Juan said as he rubbed his tiny lips in front of him.
Juan was silent to see his little angel, tired from carrying and the tragedy of odong-odong was completely gone. His tiredness turned into happiness. Juan subconsciously stepped onto the seat near him.
Juan sat down and swung his little baby. “Nak is so pretty you, baby. Similar to your Mamih, Nak.”
Juan kept swinging with a smile, occasionally Juan's tears fell on his daughter's face. “No, you are even prettier than Mamih, Son, but don't say Mamih well, my God, Papih can finally see you, Nak.”
Juan peeped at his son's cheek, Juan's cry broke. God, I don't know why Juan was crying, funny, but this is the truth. Three women who can make themselves cry. Mamih, his wife and the new little angel of corn in his hand.
“Finally, Papi can meet you, son, “ Juan said as he sniffed the baby. The smell of the baby directly out of the baby's body dikelukkannya.
“Unfortunately Papih, It's Papih, Son. Papih fought so hard to meet you, honey. Papih until you have to fight with your Mamih, loh.”
Iis can only wipe the top of Juan's head slowly, Iis tears were slightly spilled. Her husband is so sweet, Iis grateful that Juan really loves her and their son.
“White, miss you, Son. Thank you for meeting Papih.”
“Mas..” call Iis while rubbing her husband's cheek. “Hei kok nangis, this son Mas loh,” call Iis while holding back his own tears.
“Iya dear I know this is my son, I did not expect to have a little angel,” Juan said while peeping Iis cheek slowly.
Taca and the Duke went straight out of the room, giving time for Iis and Juan to enjoy their time.
Juan looked at Iis while rubbing Iis's cheek more filled. “Yang...”.
“Yes,” Iis replied quietly while touching Juan's hand and gently tucking inside Juan's hand.
“Yang, thank you for humming my child, thank you for menggahirin my child. Thank you for wanting your body damaged, just to conceive my child, thank you,” Juan said.
“Mas, I'm sincere, as long as it's your child, as long as you love and take care of me and our children later,” Iis reply.
“Gosh son, I miss you more than you know, son,” Juan said as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand slowly. (Geez, son, I really, really miss you, son)
“Sini Mas I want..”
“Let's go, Yang. I still want to know my son, you stretch first,” Juan refused to give the angel carried by him to Iis.
“You pump the original later I love the milk,” said Juan while staring Iis.
Iis could only shake her head and chuckle softly at her husband's behavior. It seemed, Iis had to really struggle to take her son out of Juan's hands.
“No pump, Mas,” Iis said while looking around. “Come, Mas, change here, I have to pack-hi, Mas,” Iis.
Juan pursed his lips, it was heavy to give the little angel he carried to Iis. It felt like Juan wanted to run away from there and carry his son continuously.
“Mas...”.
“I have not azanin, Yang,” Juan gave an excuse to Iis, so Iis gave a little more time to hold the little angel.
Iis immediately sighed, it seemed like Juan was really difficult to give the tiny baby Iis had just born into the world. “OK, yes I've been tunguin. Azanin in his right ear, fast prayer inget in the heart, let your child do not have your rich behavior.”
“Iya, The.”
And Azan looked slowly, but shahdu was in the room. Azan from a man who had given up his longing on the boy he had been waiting for.
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“Pak Juan and Bu Iis now can go home well, I pray that in taking care of his son smoothly. This is her baby book, do not forget to immunize, well,” pinta Intan while handing over the child's health book to Iis and Juan.
Juan and Iis also immediately parted from before Intan, calmly Juan and Iis out of the midwife's house while holding a child who until this moment did not have a name.
“Mas, what are we going home? Don't say ride odong-odong,” said Iis fast.
Juan was silent, unlucky so happy with the birth of his son, Juan to forget that he had not called the driver to pick them up there.
“I don't know Yang, jeez I forgot the driver anyway,” Juan cursed himself.
“Dimas, Yaraa, Taca equals Duke where?” ask Iis again while spreading her gaze around.
“No idea, maybe again find a driver to take us home,” replied Juan while taking his cellphone
Suddenly the sound of music ay ay ay again, Juan immediately wiped his forehead. Dimas really asked to be thrown into the monas.
“Mas, really naek odong-odong? This is the baby kasian kinginnan, Mas,” Iis objected if you have to go home using odong-odong nemo again. What if we strike again?
“Come Bang, I have filled the gas full,” Dimas said while hitting the wheel odong-odong with a proud smile.
Behind were Yara, the Duke and Taca who looked the other way. They know, Juan is trying to hold his anger until the lowest point.
“Dimas..”.
“Iya Bang?” ask Dimas plain.
“Loe I fired as CEO of Wijaya company..!!”
“Hah..”.
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Kan. kan. kan fired right...
Confused by you, Dim....
Yes, when the newborn orok baby is brought directly naek odong-odong, Dimas..! Haha....
This is what asked the story of Dimas Yaraa, not wrong? Want to learn what? That they've been dating you want to be flanked again? Hihihiii....
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