You Are My Sunshine
Part 231's
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"I will make a request for college leave" said the beautiful-eyed beauty while handing the glass she held to Wira.
Dara had just finished washing her throat with a glass of warm water after finishing the last mouthful of a nutrient-packed breakfast with the right amount of sugar and salt, made especially for him from the hospital according to Raisa's instructions. This is the third day he was hospitalized, if the afternoon tension is stable then Dara will be allowed to go home.
The hero puts a tray containing empty bowls whose contents have moved to the stomach of Dara to the special table available to store food. His wife was trying to spend all his food for the health of the baby and himself, Dara was still eager to spend it even though the menu served was not in accordance with his taste. Wira moved from a chair near the bed to the edge of Dara's bed.
"I'll take care of it. So you just pay attention to your condition, don't think about anything else." The hero grabbed Dara's hand and carried her to her lips, landing her warm kiss on Dara's back hand affectionately.
"But, before the holidays I want to meet and say goodbye to my friends. Take it easy, I will always remember all Doctor Raisa's messages and not ignore them. May it?" pinta Dara with a demanding yet soothing tone.
"Of course I can. With my own note that will take you," said the Hero without giving a gap of objection from the strand of his sentence.
"All right, Papa." Dara nodded with a smile, but then she complained and held her stomach, "Akh...."
"He. he. kicked.." he said slightly floating with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.
"Me-kicking.. ap-what.... who kicked?" Sputtering hero is still wrapped in panic that has lately often attacked him.
Dara giggled amusedly at the expression of Wira. He then grabbed her handsome husband's hand and placed it on his distended stomach. For a moment the Hero still did not understand and instead frowned questioningly, then before long his palm felt a gentle powerful jolt emanating from the movement of life within.
"Our son kicked. You can feel it too, right?" dara asked as she looked at Wira with her glittering neutrality covered in joy.
The hero is flooded with new flavors that he has never tasted. It feels like floating in the sky riding the Aladdin tapestry and watching the beautiful world from above. Feeling adrift but so happy, overflowing like thousands of butterflies fluttering ripples filled his entire chest cavity.
"My son.. who kicked?" Wira as if still in disbelief, this is his first experience as a prospective father. The pleasant thump made him ask a question that was definitely the answer, along with agile and active movement after movement from within that continued to greet his palm.
"Yes Mas. Your son, our son. It seems like she's happy that her father greeted her, as evidenced by the endless kicking," said Dara with the same tinge of happiness.
The hero lowered his head and brought his face closer to the point that it was right in front of Dara's stomach, kissing her tenderly full of affection and gratitude. "Strengthen and be healthy there, my child. Papa's here waiting and looking forward to meeting you."
The baby jabang seemed to understand, he kicked with a strong blow welcoming the affection of his parents. Dara cupped both sides of the woman's face and pulled her to look up a little and remove the clear circles from the corner of her husband's shady eyes.
"This is a happy tear." said Wira rasak unable to withstand the hariu that burst, so that the tall-looking man looks fragile and crybaby, very contrary to his physical appearance. But all sides of it are only shown to the soulmate of the owner of his heart.
"I know, baby," replied Dara full of proclamation.