The Story of the Children of the Juragan
230. For nursing mothers
After ordering food, Salman approached his sitting wife, holding her baby on the sidelines.
Baby Maryam was seen opening her eyes, her hands were moving in an uncertain direction, as were her legs. His thin lips look pursed, funny.
Salman and Wulan chattered to comfort her son. While occasionally putting a smile on her little daughter.
Shortly after, their order arrived. Two bowls of marrow porridge and two glasses of warm tea are served on the table.
The seller allowed both of them to taste it. The couple nodded their heads while thanking them.
"Let me hold our baby. You eat first." Salman asked for the baby from Wulan's lap.
"Why not just eat together? Our baby can be put in a stroller."
"No. Our daughter is awake, and no one notices her. After all, with us often holding or holding a baby, it can foster emotional closeness between us and our baby."
"Then you eat first. I'm late."
"Lactating mothers should not be late to eat. What if the Asi can't get out? Our son will cry of hunger."
Wulan smiled at her husband. His men were so attentive to him. He did not lose until he pursued Salman's love. Although there are some problems, but eventually the two can unite in the sacred bond of marriage.
Wulan now turned her eyes to a bowl of porridge that was white and doused with chocolate sauce.
After chanting the prayer, he tasted a little of its sauce.
"How does it feel?" Salman asked, who impatiently listened to his wife's comments.
"Hem, sweet." Mumbled. Then go back to tasting the porridge.
"Hem, savory. It's delicious." Wulan continued to praise the taste of the food in front of him.
"I like it very much."
"spent. If you still want to add, take mine. Special for mothers breastfeeding anyway. One hundred percent of the flour is yes, not from human bone marrow."
Wulan was immediately pressed to hear the babbling of her husband. Salman who saw that, hurriedly grabbed the tissue and handed it to Wulan.
"Why should we talk about human bone marrow? I'm gonna be an ilfill?" Wulan protested while pursing her lips. Salman himself grimaced to hear his wife protesting against him.
Wulan smiled embarrassedly at her husband's words. He also returned to scoop the porridge while it was still warm.
Not long after, a bowl of porridge and a glass of warm tea Wulan had spent. His stomach feels so full. It coincided with her crying little daughter.
"Oh, it seems like he also doesn't want to miss out on tasting the marrow porridge, dear." Kekeh Salman, while handing the baby to his wife.
Wulan chuckled slightly before finally also receiving the baby. He confirmed the location of the baby so that he could drink his ASI comfortably.
Not to forget Wulan stuck out her hijab, in order to cover her precious assets, which only her husband and her little daughter knew.
"You still want some more?" Barat Salman, while directing a spoonful of marrow porridge to his wife's mouth. He smiled, before finally devouring the porridge.
It is undeniable, after giving birth Wulan is often hungry. Understand it, because the baby is full.
Salman did not allow formula feeding to his baby.
If breast milk alone is enough, why should be given formula milk? Not the best nutrition for babies is in breast milk. So when it is given the best, why bother looking for another? How thought.
Except, if there are constraints about ASI. Then it is not why give the other companion milk.
In the end, it was Wulan who actually spent a bowl of marrow porridge belonging to her husband. So the man had to order again. His stomach was also rumbling.
Undeniably, some visitors who were eating at the place, also looked towards Salman and Wulan. It shows a romantic and harmonious family portrait.
Shortly thereafter, Salman had already finished his morning breakfast. He stood up to pay and ordered some packs to take home. Who knows if his wife asks again. In addition, the porridge was also for his family.
Meanwhile, seeing her husband paying for their food, Wulan uncovers the tip of her headscarf, to see if her little daughter has finished drinking ASI or not. Because I'll be home soon.
A smile rang on his face, when he saw his little princess back asleep, with a face full of sweat. Slowly Wulan wiped his sweat with a tissue. Then put carefully in the stroller.
"Are you ready to go home now?" Salman asked when he saw his wife putting the baby away.
"Heem. Time to sleep here." Gurau Wulan's.
"Lhoh, bring that much food. For anyone?" Wulan scrunched her forehead, when she saw the large plastic that her husband had brought.
"For nursing mothers, nursing mothers, nursing mothers, standby husbands, our family members, and also the household assistants." Salman pointed to one by one the food wrapped in sterofoam. Wulan who saw him chuckled amusedly.