That boy is my wife!
Maternity (Aaron x Mila)

Since the reception that day, I began to get busy with the office routine. No exception Jiya who is also busy managing her drinking business as well.

Moreover, Jiya lately will issue new products. It made us less and less likely to meet.

You could say, the penthouse is like a second home rather than an office that I often make a place to stay up late and overtime.

Even so, it does not mean that my communication and Jiya become disturbed. Instead, we are getting closer by the day. Either just exchanging news through messages, chatting briefly via phone. Or say good night to each other via video call. All we did so that the incident of miscommunication at that time did not happen again.

A few days later. I saw Aaron pacing in front of my room. His face was visibly riled up and his hands repeatedly tapped gently on the tip of his chin, like he was thinking about something.

I, who was quietly watching him from inside my room, tried to wait for my best friend to enter for a few minutes. After waiting for almost half an hour. Aaron was still pacing around like an iron, with no sign of stopping.

I finally decided to ask him. Moreover, the longer it took, I saw the strokes on Aaron's face becoming more and more so.

"Lo why are you pacing around? Have you finished your job?" my question is to make Aaron turn his head.

"Fre!" call him with a face that looks brightah, different from his previous self.

I saw him begin to walk closer to the door of my room, then leaned my back towards the entrance with arms crossed in front of my chest.

"What?" my reply was flat as usual.

"Eum, I'm confused where to talk about this. But, I hope you'll give me some understanding." Aaron said cautiously, with a few eye-gazes looking the other way than my face.

"What?"

"Mila, don't tell me you don't know it's 31st?" aaron said guess.

Which made me straighten my eyebrows. Smile at the same moment.

"Ah, Mila want yahiran?" my many.

Aaron looked satisfied. "Yes, so I'd like to take a few days off to help my wife during labor. Can you?"

"Seek enough?" my reply was quick, which made Aaron smile.

"It's quite a thing."

"Yes, take a week off. With one condition there must be someone who can handle your work, during the holidays. Wanna?" I said again, which this time was answered with a brief nod of Aaron's head.

And sure enough, like what Aaron and Mila said back then. Exactly in the afternoon on the 31st, Mila officially became a mother. The woman gave birth to a baby girl who would be named Mily.

The baby, weighing less than three kilos, was born smoothly and welcomed with joy by everyone. Including me and Jiya who that day also waited for Mila in front of the delivery room.

At first in the hours before delivery, Aaron looked anxious. She couldn't control her own emotions when she saw several doctors going back and forth into Mila's delivery room, because her water broke. It was so Mila complained that her stomach was so painful, moving her position slightly to the side was difficult. Like, everything she did went awry before the baby actually came out.

Jiya who can only wait outside the room with me is also no less anxious. Maybe I saw the little fellow bite his own nails a few times when he heard Mila's shriek that was so shrill.

"Om, if a normal body hurts that much, huh?" he asked with a scared expression mixed in panic.

I, who happened to be sitting next to him, rubbed the top of my little wife's head, baby.

"Listen, it's like a life-and-death struggle. But about how I feel, I don't know, I'm a guy. Maybe if you ask how it feels to be circumcised, I can only tell," I said bluntly who was then given a hard pinch wrung by Jiya.

"It seems free, Jiya asked about it to Om Ferdi. Just try if here there is Momi with Mamah, they can definitely answer immediately."

"Well, they've had the same gender experience as you." Again I replied to him, which Jiya answered with a heavy gust through her mouth.

"Au, ah."

Shortly after my bacot fight with Jiya who often quarrel just because of trivial things. The sound of baby crying from inside the maternity room Mila was heard. Likewise with the word 'alhamdulilah' from the people in the maternity room. Which indicates that Aaron and Mila's son has been born in this world safely.

Shortly after, Jiya and I tried to peek out from the entrance, like a kind of kindergarten kid playing hide and seek. Look a little inside to see how the conditions in the room are not so full than before.

Seen on the left side of the room, Aaron was pardoning his baby, wholehearted and looking solemn. In the middle of the room, on a hospital bed. There was Mila and some nurses who helped her delivery a few minutes ago, as well as Aaron's in-laws whom I saw every time asking Mila to speak so that she would not fall asleep immediately after labor.

Aaron, who had just finished his son, accidentally saw me and Jiya who were still peering from behind the door. He then told me and the restorative boy to enter the room where Mila was born.

Shortly after entering the room. Jiya is seen approaching Mila first before seeing the baby this time in the arms of one of the nurses. While I immediately approached Aaron to congratulate him.

"Gue said congratulations, brother, because you're a father now. But inget, do not ignore your bad habits that like to play girls. Especially now that you have a wife and children. Especially your own daughter. Remember about the term karma is real, but I hope that Mily is not a player like her father. Or one of the victims of a land crocodile. Aamiin ..." I explained at length which was directly guaranteed by Aaron.

"Yes Fer, I hope so too. May Mila be my last port. And in the future I can be a good husband and father for my small family. Aamiin's." Aaron replied to my words just now with slightly teary eyes.

"Aamiin" I said. Assured her prayer just now.

"Om Ferdi, look here. The baby is so funny!" jiya exclaimed carefully as she waved her hand at me.