
...Who said that woman is weak? That woman is stronger than what you see. More powerful than you think. If you want to know how strong they are then replace women's jobs....
...Men always complain of tiredness when they get home. You don't know how troublesome a woman is when she's already faced with homework. You think when she's resting and you see your house falling apart then you say your wife isn't doing her job? WRONGFUL. They repeat their work many times but it does not happen when you are at home. Then you conclude that they are lazy?...
...Do you know how hard it is to look after a sick child? They can even endure pain in order to take care of their children. That is why women are called the most powerful creatures, not only can they withstand pain even they can also cure the disease without taking medicine....
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Devon waited patiently for Cello. He couldn't even sleep at midnight because Cello suddenly cried. He had to hold his son to be quiet.
Devon also feels troubled when Cello asks for milk but his son does not want to get down from his sling.
"Oh God, my sinning towards my wife has been underestimating her ability to look after my son all this time" said Devon, who wanted to cry.
He asked the nurse to help him make milk. Then after Cello can be calmed down, Devon contacts Bayu.
"Bay, find a baby sitter to accompany me to take care of the cello here, I'm very troubled."
"Well, sir," Bayu replied by phone.
"Wait, remember tomorrow morning there must be a baby sitter coming," Devon ordered firmly.
Devon was really exhausted because for two nights he was keeping his son alone. "May you come home soon, my dear" he murmured while beside his son.
Then Devon lay down on the sofa to unwind his fatigue. There had not been 5 minutes of him closing the eyes of Cello again calling him.
"Papa's granddaughter" whined the little boy.
Devon could only sigh. "Wait a minute, baby, you're gonna make milk." After that Devin re-opens himself on the sofa. His eyes were heavy to open.
It's been two nights Cindy's been treated. He was worried about his son's situation. Cindy forced herself to walk while carrying an infusion into the cello room.
He peeked out from behind the door. She saw her husband sleeping on the couch. His current appearance was very messy. "Pity you Mas looks like you're so exhausted."
...***...
"Who's the call from at midnight?" Ask Irma.
"From Mr. Devon. I need to find someone to take care of her son."
"Oh yeah I want some food for them. Are you willing to give it? It's a sign of my concern because I can't see their child" Irma pleaded.
"Of course, baby."
Deg
"Darling, Bayu called me affectionately. Did I not hear wrong?" Inner Irma who was feeling happy.
...***...
The next day Cindy asked the nurse to remove the infusion tube that stuck in her hand. "Please doc I want to go back to taking care of my son pity my husband to not work for 2 days," Cindy asked the doctor who treated him.
The doctor allowed Cindy after she confirmed the woman was doing well.
The next day Cindy went into her son's room. "Darling you're okay? Why has your infusion been removed, has the doctor allowed you?" Devon Cecar.
Cindy smiled. "Yes, already. What about the cello? When is he allowed to go home?" Ask Cindy.
"Thank God today he can go home" replied Devon. Cindy is happy Devon says.
"Thank God. Thank you for taking good care of me" Cindy said sincerely.
Devon hugged his wife. "No dear. I should be thanking you for always being next to Cello when he was sick. I know how hard it is to be a mother. Forgive me for underestimating your abilities" said Devon regretfully.
Then Bayu came with a baby sister. "So I brought someone to keep the cello."
"It's good that starting today you can work" Devon told the new baby sitter.
"Mas but I can take care of him myself, isn't there Sari helping me but it's been a few days since I've seen him."
"I fired him after finding out that he was negligent in looking after my son."
"Mas, pity him."
"No, it's deserved because of his negligence." Cindy doesn't want to argue with her husband anymore.
"Cello will be home today please pack his things!"
In the afternoon, they arrived home. "Please take good care of my child lest you neglect to take care of him let alone he is in a period of recovery." Devon advised his new employee.
"Good, pak."
"Your mother scared him." Cindy rebuked her husband.
"Find this as your own home and please help me take good care of my son" Cindy told the woman.
"Oh, what's your name?"
"Nana, ma'am," he answered.
"Please take her to her room!" Pinta Cindy on her husband's personal assistant. Bayu nodded.
Shortly after, Darren's family comes to Devon's house. "Sorry we just found out the news about the accident that happened to your son" Celine said with regret.
"It's okay, thank God he can go home but in time of healing."
"I heard you also got sick while looking after him. Are you better now?" Ask Celine. Cindy nodded.
"Om where's Cello?" Ask Jaden.
"There's no room to play with."
"We knew we just wanted to give her a toy, hopefully she liked the toy we bought for her" Julian said.
Jaden and Julian set foot in Cello's room. "Hi, champ how are you?" Julian asked.
"Atit brother," Cello showed his bandaged hand.
"Here let brother blow." Jaden grabbed the little boy's hand slowly and then pretended to blow it.
"It's healed" he said to comfort Cello. The cello smiled. Jaden and Julian are feeling sorry to see the sick Cello.
"Oh yeah we brought you a toy, here," Julian handed a large paper bag to his cousin's sister.
The curious cello then grabbed the paper bag carried by his cousin's sister. But he was sad when one hand could not be used for holding.
Julian's response to that helped Cello get the contents out. Cello smiled broadly as he looked at the toy he liked.
"Well, lobot. Makacih Kak I vinegar the toys," said Cello with the accent of his children.
Jaden and Julian also felt happy to be happy for his little brother. "Kids who come out let him rest" Darren ordered.
The cello starts to sleep and then looks for his mother. Cindy went to Cello's room. Devon talks to his sister's family.