Married a Former Inmate
Ngrurusin the Little

"I want to go to the bathroom, you know. Bantuin," said Dinda who still turned her lips.

Aris smiled a little. 'Funny if angry, ask for help but the prestige says it. Had to use an angry show first turned out, ' Inner Aris grinned. His wife is really special. How can Aris be angry, if the inn want to continue nyubit?

"Yes, here's help." Deftly Aris lowered Dinda from the bed.

"Well, where's my pesenan!" said Dinda who was still a manyun.

"But don't be a dong manyun? Make the mas not strong faith later," ledek Aris while pretending to menoel Dinda's nose. Before Aris' hand touched her nose, Dinda turned her head.

"Not kidding. My body is crumbling all this again" said Dinda. Apparently he was still carried away by the jealous flames about earlier.

"Udah is angry. Mmuah," Aris immediately kissed Dinda's cheek at a glance. Dinda looked at Aris sharply. Then act ordinary.

"Hold!" dinda said asking Aris to hold her waist. The road is still a bit difficult. Understandably, giving birth.

"Dear, hold it."

Dinda wants to be pampered, but because the prestige wants to reveal, so be it. Angry is unclear.

"Where's the tampon?" dinda asked before she closed the bathroom door.

"It's a pity" replied Aris while thrusting it from the outside.

"Can you free? If you can not help," bargained Aris but the same Dinda not digubbris. The door was closed as well as Dinda.

"Well, it's really painful" said Dinda, who has trouble squatting. But he can wash it himself. It's just, he can't bend over to pick up the napkin.

"Where is this? Want to help Aris get this done? This is blood, if you don't want how dong?" Dinda worried. If forced to crouch, Dinda is afraid the seams will be torn. But if you ask Aris for help, fear Aris will be disgusted.

"Ah, but stupid. He also made me this way. He's my husband, he won't help his wife!" nagel Dinda from the bathroom.

"Din, haven't you?" ask Aris to make sure. Because Dinda spent a long time in the bathroom, fearing Dinda had difficulty. Thought Aris was worried.

"Em mas, it's my fall" said Dinda somewhat fearfully and embarrassed.

"That's what?" ask Aris to make sure. You see, Dinda just popped her head, so Aris couldn't see what Dinda meant.

"But promise yes, help you throw it away" Dinda said again.

"Dear, I must have thrown it away. What the fuck? Is the former bandage?" ask Aris to the point. But Dindanya even gawked. Aris has been honest as a person.

But Dinda can't be angry this time. It's Dinda who needs Aris. "He'em. But I washed it, I just threw it away. Pack a plastic bag, yes," ask Dinda carefully.

"Oh, yes, baby. It's a shame you put it on, make it a gemesa," said Aris smiling while shaking his head.

Aris went looking for a plastic bag of rice. Then he sent Dinda out.

"It's okay, if you're out. Let us enter" said Aris without hesitation. It seems that Aris is not the type of man who is disgusted by this.

It's not a matter of disgust not disgust. Aris is like this because of the form of responsibility Aris towards his wife and child.

I heard water gurgling from inside. Maybe Aris was washing her hands. And sure enough, before long he came out and headed to the trash.

While Dinda, she immediately sat down. It hurts, but it has to get used to it. Let it heal later.

"Well, throw it away. Oya, you want to eat? Buy the same fruit. Because oranges can not be, what if you eat a banana," said Aris while opening her groceries in front of Dinda.

"By mas, oiya I want to eat too. It's time to take the medicine" Dinda said.

"Oeeee. Oeee!"

"Eh dedek wake up. I think he's thirsty Din" said Aris as he looked at the little guy.

"Loof?" ask Aris to make sure.

"Yes, because I haven't been able to duck. My waist hasn't worn a corset. I forgot not to tell you" said Dinda embarrassed.

"Eh corset? Let me buy it at the hospital pharmacy. I think it's here" said Aris about to leave.

"But bring him here first" said Dinda half spoiled. If this is the case, Aris can't just leave Dinda.

"Slow down" Dinda warned. Because Aris was holding her baby fast. Fear if not slowly, it will hurt the bones of the little one.

"Yes dear. Uh grandpa, cup cup cup. A sling of ibuk?" said Aris while putting the little one in Dinda's hand.

"It turns out like this Din, it feels like taking care of the baby," said Aris and answered a soft nod by Dinda.

Understand, this is their first experience. Then again, they take care of the baby without the help of parents. So completely independent, using his own instincts.

"Uh baby. My mother's son is thirsty?" ask Dinda. He was about to unbutton his shirt, but it felt embarrassed.

"Why? How not to continue?" tanya Aris who saw Dinda's hand did not hold the button.

"Mas don't look at it. He said he'd buy me a corset?" Dinda diverted the conversation. Let Aris not see the way she breastfeeds the little guy.

"Later first. I'd like to see the grandpa. He can't fuck, can he?" Aris reasoned. She was curious about the way Dinda breastfed her baby.

"That's crying! Dissusuin babes?" aris said half forcefully.

"Don't look!" dinda forbade Aris from seeing her. Besides being embarrassed, Aris was afraid to be mindless.

"A little pa-pa" replied Aris winking mischievous eyes.

"Boy," said Dinda unknowingly. It turns out the more here Dinda is more comfortable with Aris.

"Drink baby, come on!" tell Dinda because your little one suddenly has trouble finding his ASI.

"Why him?" asked Aris confused. Because the little one is hard to suck Dinda's milk.

"Don't know, it was noon." Dinda looks agitated.

Aris was confused too. But he remembered something.

"A formula would you like to, Din?"

Aris is looking for the formula she bought. Then he showed it to Dinda.

"If you want to, let me make it?" tawar Aris's.

"By me, try a little first. Even though he wanted to, now so do not want to," complained Dinda while insulting the little guy.

"Nothing, he wants to be treated with his father" said Aris while preparing milk in a bottle.

"Pake water angel right mas?" ask Dinda to make sure.

"So, I brought it in the flask. Hot water all what's cold mixed anyway?" asked Aris confused.

"Try calling Nesa, ma'am." Dinda advised.

Aris. Better to search on Google. Here's the trouble they take care of the little guy. They just found out, it turns out that taking care of the child can not be careless. But the thing is, Nesa same Jo can get through this.

Seriate...