WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Make it Together, Careful Together

the room with a large glass door, which is connected to the back, looks elegant in a white paint, two rectangular glass on each side of the bed, large cabinets, and, with a decent row of pakaina bears, dressers, and right at the head of the bed there is a photo of my wedding with Anwar, I turned my gaze around, just can

grateful for the blessings God has given me, for the opportunity that God has given me, and for my son Fadli.

Today, it just so happens that Fadli is still asleep in the room located to the left of my room, after bathing, and cleaning, I also

waiting for Fadli to wake up.

Five o'clock fifteen minutes later, the sound of my husband's car, it seems he's home, coinciding with that, Fadlipun

follow awake. “Ck, father and son, why is it so compact??“ I clucked while shaking my head.

“Honey, are you awake?? Let's welcome Father home“ I take my son, then bring him to the front, to welcome his father home.

I opened the door, and saw the face of my husband who was so bright smiling at me, holding a papper bag. I don't know what it is.

“Hay dear“ Anwar touch Fadli's cheeks.

Fadli smiled, that was how he behaved, every time he welcomed his father's return.

“This is for the hero Ayah“ Anwar pointed his Papper bag at me.

I frowned, “What else did he bring for my son?” my heart guessed, after he had previously bought it

his son's cars and robots, I don't know what else he's carrying now.

“What is this?“ askaku while opening the package of gifts he brought.

Anwar, meanwhile, entered the house, washed his hands, and changed his clothes.

“Hih, Dad, Dad buyin Fadli toy dino saurus again??” I asked while brandishing the toy he bought, dino saurus-shaped some seeds.

“Iya, hehe, Fadli must like“ he replied while

carrying child.

“Suka??? Just understand enggak“ I replied as it passed.

“Don't be angry that dong, this makes his mother Fadli“ Anwar again brandished the crackle that was carried along with a gift for Fadli.

“What is this?” many confused.

“That's your favorite martabak“ he replied.

“Oh thank you“ said while smiling lazily.

“hheee .. in eat yes Ibu“ Anwar smile while playing Fadli's hand.

“Iya“ I replied as I passed towards the kitchen.

Huh, sometimes I like to be jealous of my own son, since his birth, now Anwar so much more attention to his son in

compare to me, it's funny, sometimes I feel that way, but I'm so happy, so,

with my little family, I am so happy to have them. Thank goodness I never stopped saying it.

“Mother, I want to eat now?” ask Bi Lastri.

“Ah, yes bi, in ready aj“, I replied as I passed, back to meet two men who were busy playing in the tv room.

“Daddy, eat first yes .. Here Fadlias Mother who

carry aj“ I took over Fadli from Anwar's lap.

“Ish, just played briefly“ Anwar snorted annoyedly, feeling his friendship with his son was disturbed.

“Iya, later play again yaaa ... “ I don't care,

because often when Anwar has played with his son, he always forgets time.

One night, he falls asleep next to Fadli's bed, when he finishes changing Fadli's diaper. Or

After a lot of drama that made me want to laugh, I remember that night, after a day I drank milk, somehow suddenly my stomach felt so sick and heartburn, but

milk is the milk I usually consume. I'm leaving the new Fadli

two weeks old, to Anwar. But I haven't done my wish yet, Anwar

already screaming, already,

“Ibuuuuu, still a long time? This is Fadli's eyebrow why is it red?? He's crying!!” he screamed from outside the bathroom.

“Iya, nothing yet, why have you been screaming anyway?!” I returned the scream, a little annoyed.

“This eyebrow is red why??” again he screamed in panic.

“Baby, if you cry like that!!!” yell again.

Shortly thereafter,

“Ibuuu ... Why is this his head shifting instead??” anwar's screams echoed.

“Swipe where the hell?” ask me to start renting, how not sewot? Not yet nyampe ass to the closet, why he's been screaming

yell like tarzan?.

“To the right, what should I do??” he asked, sounding so panicked and frightened.

“On the bench!!“ my yelling.

“What on my bench?? I can't!!” the answer.

“Ya aampuunn .. what is the use of that burly hand?? If holding a baby alone can not?” I grumbled, finally with a stomach

still heartburn, I came out of the bathroom, trying to calm Fadli, who turned out he was crying because he peed.

I sniffed at Anwar “He peed Dad, you know?? I'm not even finished in the bathroom, why scream??” my word,

expressing frustration.

“Yes I'm afraid, he why-why“ replied while scratching the nape, which I'm sure does not itch.

“Hmh“ I replied still upset, because my wish had not been fulfilled.

“I promise, after this I will learn to take care of Fadli to help you“ his proposal sumringah, full of enthusiasm.

“Yes, thank you Daddy“ replied me, while changing my son's diaper.

Well, from then on, Anwar painstakingly, helped me take care of his son, even now, he's gone overboard

pouring out his affection for Fadli, even things that Fadli had not understood, he had already bought him.

I find it very helpful to have Anwar who wants to learn a lot, sometimes in the middle of the night, when Fadli wakes up thirsty, or pees, often Anwarlah who wakes up, and fulfills the wishes of his son,

although I repeatedly forbid it.

“Nothing, we will make it together too, so now the penggurusnya also have to be with-bareng“ he said one time.

Automatically, as a wife I feel really melted ya, feel very happy, and moved. Have an understanding husband

like Anwar.

Ah, who would have thought that Anwar sometimes is

childish, now so good at taking care of his son.

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