The Injured
The Triplets' Return

After three days in the hospital. Today Echa is allowed to go home by a doctor. The three babies were brought home by Ayanda, Sheza and Beby. They are the ones who are very enthusiastic to hear the return of the triplets.

"Why use a wheelchair, Ay?" echa asked as her husband pushed the wheelchair towards her.

"You can't move much yet, honey." Radit helps Echa to sit in a wheelchair. Then, push him outside the hospital. There was Mr. Mat waiting for them.

After entering the car, Echa laid her head on her husband's shoulder. Radit continued to hold his wife's hand. They don't mind Mr. Mat being behind the wheel.

"Still sick?" ask Radit. Radit was still very worried even though Gio had already asked for the best medicine post-surgery. In order for the scars of surgery to dry quickly.

"Not really." Radit peaked the top of his wife's head. His hand was clutching Echa's hand.

When their children are born. Radit is increasingly fond of his wife. Not even his wife could complain about this and that. When poetingnya blisters because the first new breastfeeding. Radit was in the fog. Call a doctor to check for small marbles on top of his favorite pads.

Echa just shook her head because of her husband's behavior. Though the mama has said it is natural for mothers who have just given birth. Want it the first child or have given birth often will certainly happen something like that.

At home, the two of them were welcomed by a family who loved them very much.

"Sister, is childbirth painful?" The plain question that came out of Iyan's lips.

"There's no giving birth that doesn't hurt, Iyan. Therefore, when Iyan grows up, Iyan has a wife to love Iyan's wife. Never hurt Iyan's wife. Iyan understand?" Iyan nodded in understanding.

Radit had already helped Echa to sit on the sofa. While three mothers are busy with three cute babies who are still at home closing their eyes.

"Abang, Iyan's friends are already angry tau," he whispered in Radit's ear.

Radit turned his head towards Iyan by swooping both of his eyebrows. Ask for more explanation from Iyan

"Iyan's friends were busy covering the ears of the children, but the three mothers were still noisy," he explained.

Radit just chuckled. Radit imagined how the face of Iyan's invisible friend faced the babble of mothers who were very noisy. Surely his ears were already pangs and their faces were already red holding back the anger.

"Well, don't carry on Echa's kids. The smell of hands" added Echa.

"Yes, Mih. It'll be like the Kaza in baby time" Kano said.

The three mothers finally put the three tiny babies in their mattresses. Echa continued to look at her children with a smile that never faded.

"It's unexpected to have a lot of children like this" said Echa.

"Lu mah derived from cats. Once pregnant directly a lot," said Arya.

"Ck, when did Om speak meekly in love with Echa," he said.

"People give cake gifts to the children of Echa," he said again.

"Eh Bangor, you see the goody bag that reads kremes. That's a baby dress from the cave. Understood?" Arya spoke very fiercely. Echa just blicked her lips.

"Lied Cha. It's from Beby's sister. Beeya's father is not the type of man who wants to capitalize." Beby's words made everyone laugh out loud.

"Sok-sookan, even though he was a cool hitchhiker doang," said Rion.

When dusk came, they all rushed home. Radit and Echa live with their three daughters in the room. Rion was busy in his study. Both of his sisters went into their rooms.

"Darling, you want to go to the bathroom?" ask Radit who was fresh after taking a shower.

Radit took his wife to the bathroom. For this bathroom Radit is very nice. He told Mbak Ina to clean it up twice a day. Not without reason, the condition of Echa has not fully recovered. Ina is happy to do it too. He also does not want Echa why-why.

After Echa finished cleaning herself, she sat down on the sofa accompanied by Radit. Stare at the three cribs next to their bed.

"Better now you sleep. Let them wake up later tonight you don't sleep," Radit said as he gently rubbed his wife's hair.

"Let me take care of them" he continued.

"When did you get your sleep?"

"When you and the kids are awake." Echa scowled in annoyance. Radit laughed with satisfaction.

"Joking, honey," he said, pinching Echa's chubby cheek.

"I'll accompany you. I promised myself that I would take care of our children together. Not only is it a mother's duty, but a father's duty is to help take care of the children."

Echa looked at Radit lovingly. Without Echa knowing, she kissed the husband's lips very deeply. At first Radit was surprised, finally he also enjoyed the wife's game.

"As my thanks," added Echa while rubbing Radit's lips.

"You aroused my passion, dear," whispered Radit. He could only dip his head in Echa's chest. His hands began to mischievously and peeked at his favorite bearing.

"Can, yes," pinta Radit.

"Children's patent, you know."

"A little bit," Radit bargained.

Echa let her husband play his favorite bearing. His mouth is like a thirsty baby. Since the birth of her three children, Echa's heart has often been beset by deep sadness. Especially when he first gave ASI to his children. She imagined how her husband at birth had already lost his beloved mother. Let alone get ASI, carried by the mother he never felt.

Now, when her husband does not want to lose to her three children Echa will behave normally. Perhaps, this is Radit's desire that has not been fulfilled so far.

Radit releases it and closes its favorite pads to keep them from being seen by others.

"Coc?"

"Just want to feel what it's like to have a mother who has just given birth."

Echa's heart was sliced to hear her husband's words. What he thinks is true.

"Ay," call Echa.

Radit was worried when he saw Echa's eyes were already pushy.

"Why, Yang? What did I do that hurt?" Echa quickly shook her head.

"You're a great guy. I can't imagine what if our children were born without the touch of their mother. I-i ...."

"Don't continue anymore. Let it be my path of destiny. Most importantly, our children should get more affection than what we get from our parents."

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