The Story of the Children of the Juragan
228. Look at baby
Fatim's eyes sparkled, when he saw the baby Maryam in Salman's sling.
"Can I have her?" Ask Fatim.
"Can. Be careful." Salman carefully gave the baby to Fatim.
The baby who had since seemed calm in his father's arms, was now slowly moving. When he squirmed, his face looked red.
"Oh, it's funny to him." Oceh Fatim's.
"In a moment, you'll have it too. At any moment can touch and carry it." Wulan said, then slowly sat down beside her husband.
"Pray me yes. So that the delivery is also smooth. We're both healthy."
"Of course I'll pray for you."
When Wulan was talking with his guests, Salman took soft drinks and snacks in the refrigerator for their treats.
"Are you not interested in holding her, Leon?" Ask Wulan.
"I'm not used to holding a baby. I was afraid to drop it. Can go to jail later."
They chuckled at Leon's words. Whether it is true or not.
"Ah, you're too timid. Look at my husband dong. Every day, she's the one who's always bathing and doing anything for our baby." Wulan with jumawa.
He always said what he was to Leon. It was hard to talk to him. Remember both are childhood friends.
"Ah, apparently you challenged me. All right, I'll carry your baby." Leon's hand moved to reach the baby in his wife's lap.
"Eitz! Don't make my son a guinea pig. I'm afraid you're doing it because of my wife's words. If you don't dare, it's okay. Don't let anything happen to my little daughter. Know for yourself, my wife is a hobby of fishing. Whatever he was fishing. You can learn to hold a baby when you have one."
They chuckled at Salman's explanation. Especially when he called the word guinea pig.
"No, Wulan. My own husband said. I dare to try it."
"After some thought, it was true what my husband said. I'm afraid you're making my son a guinea pig. Don't do it then."
The four of them continued to converse, and often threw jokes in between. While he was joking, there was a knock on the door.
Salman stood up to see who was coming.
"Trainer? Do you also want to carry my child?" Salman asked, smiling a little. Fatih chuckled slightly before replying.
"Take confidence in yourself." Fatih also gave a slight smile.
"How much you love. Putting a husband like that." Fatih snorted in annoyance and pretended to sob.
"That's better, than I said you look like a dog and a cat." Aisyah grimaced and closed her mouth. Even if he wears a veil.
"Is Wulan inside?"
"Yes. Come on, come on in." Salman opened the door wider so they could enter.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Say the words of Fatih and Aisyah, to those in Wulan's room.
They also shook hands and hugged each other tightly, before finally breaking each other's embrace. Then sit on an empty sofa.
Salman who is still standing, immediately took a soft drink and snack.
"Hi, gentlemen. Let's just have a conversation on the balcony. Let the mothers discuss, when to give a sister for her first child." Seloroh Salman grimacing.
Those who listened to his jokes only chuckled amusedly. While Wulan, who had not finished his puerperium, swallowed the saliva with difficulty.
There is only her husband when he speaks. I don't know how hard it is to get pregnant until I give birth.
"Ah, that's exactly what you said. Yeah, let's have our own meeting, too." Fatih got up and approached Salman.
"Just calm down, our son is not yet born. I'll leak their meeting secrets to you. But let me go with them first." Leon grimaced at his wife. Then he stood up and followed Salman and Fatih.
"It turns out Salman could go crazy too. It must be all because you taught her." Seloroh Aisyah, with her shaken shoulders. A sign that he was laughing.
"I'm a little crazy. But you're also a lot crazier." Wulan stuck out her tongue.
Oek.. Oek
"No, because you guys are fighting, so cry baby Maryam." Fatim Gerrutu.
He stood up and held the red baby. But his effort is free. Not that her crying subsided, but instead grew.
"It looks like he's thirsty, needs a drink." Fatim handed the red baby to his mother.
After Wulan received her baby, she slowly and carefully suckled him. She rubbed the baby's head with affection. Then landed a kiss on his forehead.
Meanwhile, after handing over baby Maryam, Fatim's views turned to Jundi. A one-year-old baby who is still a henchman in his lap generally.
"Hi, handsome. Come on, Aunt." Fatim stretched out his hand in front of his baby Aisha.
For some reason, Fatim really liked the babies. Soon, she will have a baby too.