You Are My Sunshine
The Part 265
Mas WIra,” call it weak.
A sigh of relief rang out so loud in the air, the tall body turned around, stepped wide towards the bed with the baby in his safe embrace when he saw his beloved wife open her eyes and called out to him.
“Honey... I miss, I miss you so much,” sigh Wira hoarse. He put his tiny baby carefully on the side of Dara's body then kissed Dara's beautiful face full of love full of longing.
“Thank you, thank you for bringing my Son into the world." The words of the Spirit stuck in the throat. A sense of relief flooded all over him, the endless tightness that had been chaining him was now unraveling already.
Dara was still gathering her consciousness, falling asleep for too long made her head feel heavy as well as her gaze slightly twitched. Then the sound of crying distracted her. Dara tilted her head, looking at her crying baby on her side near her arm.
The taste of haru gushed churned in his heart, accompanied by clear crystals that decayed from the corner of his eyes. The discomfort his body felt evaporated instantly somewhere. There will be no strand of any beautiful sentence that can represent and match the happiness that invaded and filled the recesses of his heart, when the tiny creature part of him that almost snatched from him was real near him
“Honey... dear,” call Dara on that crying red baby. “Do not cry dear.. This is Mama, Son."
The hero was about to step out to tell Raisa that Dara was dead, but Dara held her back.
“Mas, I want to carry it,” pinta Dara.
“You just woke up, your body must still be weak. Better lie down, I'll call Raisa to check your condition” said the gentle hero.
“I'm strong, I'm very strong. Please set my bed so that I can lean a little upright, pity Our son is crying,” his door with pleading eyes.
Dara's request was immediately obeyed, Wira took the remote control and arranged the bed according to Dara's request. Carefully scooped up the little body of the baby and gave it to the lap of his beloved wife.
Dara watched carefully the little one in her arms, the outpouring of love burst forth, encouraging her to give a kiss of love to her baby.
"She looks a lot like you, Mas," Dara pursed her lips with her eyes squinting.
"Of course he looks like me, because I see him often," his god bawdy.
"Haish, when I carried him to and fro in my stomach, but his face was mostly like yours" his protest made Wira laugh.
"Later we can make it again, which is similar to you." The hero chuckles slowly.
The little guy in his arms blinked and squirms, sucking Dara's attention, and naturally his mouth opens with his own head tilting, moving to Dara's chest as if looking for something.
A mother's instincts automatically understand what her child wants. The bond between mother and child that is formed naturally between them makes the mother able to understand the wishes of her child even though the child can not speak.
“It seems, it looks like he's hungry. Can I suckle him?” Dara asked the hero. "Maybe that's why we cried so hard."
“Before I call Raisa also a pediatrician, they are waiting outside.” With a swift manner the Hero got up from his seat and ran towards the door.
“Quick Mas, don't let our daughter wait long,” said Dara slightly shouting enthusiastically with a look of joy.