Young Master Amnesia
Part 183 - Great Husband

Eril rushes to go home after getting a report from the housekeeper that Wildan came and wants to meet his beloved wife. He comes out of his room of greatness and accidentally meets Rocky in the hallway of the top floor. Eril just threw his smile then entered the elevator which would take him towards the basement of Alexander's company.

Who would have thought, it turns out Rocky entered the elevator, so that both are in the same place. Only their minds were focused on different things even though they were both women.

"Sister Rocky, I'll be home for a little while. I have also done all the tasks that you give me" said Eril who did not like the silence like this. Rocky is no one else to him.

"Hm," Rocky muttered.

"Sister Rocky didn't ask me why I came home?" ask Eril.

"Wildan came to your house, didn't she?" answer Rocky with his face flat. The man exited the elevator after the door opened wide on the 3rd floor. Rocky has business with the head of HRD.

Eril continued his journey until he finally reached the basement. The man drove his car away from the company environment at full speed, to get to his house quickly.

Along the way, one hand of Eril moved restlessly to contact his wife, but unfortunately, the woman he loved did not answer the phone because he was busy holding Arhan who was suddenly fussy after waking up. Rahma was confused to have to use her son.

The woman continued pacing around in the room while holding Arhan who was screaming incessantly.

"Darling, is your stomach hurting?" asked Rahma with teary eyes. "Don't cry yes, we call papa first" murmured Rahma. The woman moved to pick up her phone lying on the dressing table. Just about to turn on that flat object, the sound of door squeaks rang out.

"Darling, our son, why cry?" ask Eril who just came. Believe me, during the journey Eril risked his life because of speed on the road just because Rahma did not answer his call one.

"I don't know why Arhan is crying, Mas" Rahma replied with her pajama face. "Before going to bed he was fine, and after a few minutes, he suddenly woke up and cried."

"Don't panic like that, it's possible that Arhan was bitten by an ant or a mosquito" Eril said. The man takes over Arhan in Rahma's arms. Then put it on his King size bed.

Instead of stopping crying, the sound of crying was even more audible, but the look on Eril's face seemed relaxed. He took the telon oil in the crib and then smeared it in the stomach of the son little by little. Who would have thought that Arhan's cry was slowly beginning to disappear.

Arhan who was spoken to only moaned like a baby who felt uncomfortable.

"Wait for the darling, papa help make a fart."

Eril shook Arhan's small legs like he was pedaling a bicycle, the next few minutes he slightly folded Arhan's legs until his knees hit the stomach, that's when a very small fart sound was heard. Eril continued to repeat the movement until Arhan finally calmed down without any slow whimper.

Rahma who saw that immediately smiled, she was again proud to see how great Eril was to be a good parent and husband for her.

"I'm ashamed of the same Mas who can be everything, even for the affairs of the baby," said Rahma who stood beside her husband.

Eril immediately turned to Rahma, stood up straight and stroked Rahma's cheek, even though her hand had just touched baby oil. "Don't be ashamed, I'm just learning. A few days ago I accidentally saw a tutorial on how to cope with a fussy baby because it is not comfortable with something. So dopey massage and demonstration that you see, who thinks it is very useful," explained Eril

"But Mas is great" said Rahma.

"In addition to great, mas is also handsome," joked Eril and replied to laughter by Rahma.

The woman immediately turned to her son who was released after being taken care of by the father. Rahma enveloped the tiny baby, then switched to take Eril's coat on the chair.

"I make milk first yes mas," said Rahma out of the room, leaving Eril who chose to sit on the sofa while looking at the tiny baby on the bed.

The corners of Eril's lips were drawn to form a crescent moon. "He's my son Zayn, I won't let you take him just out of greed. Seizing it because I want to give you affection only I am not willing, especially you just want to use its existence to achieve what you want," said Eril with full determination.

"Whoever's flesh if it was born in Rahma's womb, then he is my son, including Arhan," Eril continued.